I’m done. The spinny sidebar guy may not agree, but I am officially done with this whole pregnant thing. Any ideas on coaxing a reluctant boy to vacate the only home he’s ever known would be appreciated. My only requests, no castor oil…ugh. Been there done that. It works, but it feels like being on the brink of death first. And while I understand that what “gets them in, gets them out”, the Computer Guy is less than willing. I... Read more

**Warning–Pregnancy makes me mean. Late pregnancy makes me honest.** I’m going to say it out loud. What you all think, but are too nice to say to people. Deep breath… No. I don’t want to talk to your four year old on the phone. When I call to discuss something of a serious nature, I don’t find it charming or particularly cute that your little monster is screaming at the top of his lungs to talk to his “Auntie”. (Am... Read more

Good. You’re going to need it for the Crescat’s Ugly Church Art Contest. Where else can you see such monstrosities…I mean fine examples of late 20the century religious art? Want a taste? You asked for it.   I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be, but the tag says St Stephen in Vienna. I think I need to do some research because this looks female to me. Worse yet, the poor dear has dandruff. I know because she left her... Read more

Some people (and I’m not naming names here) lose their tempers and rant on their blogs, or scream at children, or kick little helpless puppies.* Other people are much cooler and write songs and make videos for YouTube that go viral and they get to go on the Today Show and they become an overnight success. I wish I were that cool. I’m not. * No children or small dogs were injured in the writing of this blog post. Read more

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Nearly 10 years ago I had a C-Section. #2 was born 10 weeks premature and weighed in at 3 lbs 1 oz. He was shockingly small and had to fight incredibly hard just live. I am grateful for the surgery that brought him into the world and helped to keep him alive. That doesn’t mean I want another one just because I’ve already had one. I prefer to have my babies the old-fashioned way, thank you very much. Most women... Read more

Please allow me to get something off of my chest for a moment. If this isn’t about you, then please feel free to mentally change the “you” to the pronoun of your choice. I don’t personally care whether you consider Catholics to be Christians or not. I don’t care how well meaning your invitation for my children to “come to church with my kids” is. I don’t personally give a rat’s patoot as to how much fun your children have... Read more

Some would gather money Along the path of life Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin, I would seek a golden curl, And a freckled, toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day, And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But oh, the laughing children, As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven, I... Read more

Updated! I want to bite the children’s heads off. In other words, nothing much has changed so I thought we’d play a round of “One of these things is not true.” 1. I have a scar on my ankle from a rope burn I got when a cow dragged me across a corn field. True I was 11 and moving my grandmother’s pet calf from grazing under one tree to graze under another when she got spooked and took off... Read more

Here’s my prediction: I’m 3 weeks from having this baby. Don’t listen to the little floaty guy in the sidebar, listen to the voice of experience. I have no patience and have turned into an absolute lunatic raving b*%&h.; It’s time to have a baby! I hate everyone, and the more I should love them, the more they are p*$$ing me off. I’m normally a pretty happy and content person, but as of last night I’m just looking for a... Read more