Earlier this month, two undercover investigators from Lila Rose’s Live Action Network went into a Planned Parenthood office in New Jersey posing as a pimp and prostitute running a prostitution ring of underage illegal immigrant sex slaves. The office manager not only fails to report the sexual abuse of minors (as she is legally required to do) she actually gives advice to the pair on how to better run their business. At one point, the investigators ask the Planned Parenthood... Read more

I love to sing…… Love. It.  I’m not really all that great at it. In fact, I’m pretty bad.  It’s a fact I’m pretty comfortable with by now.  I’ve been told it’s bad by several well-respected people in my life.  When I was in the 7th grade choir, the director pulled me aside one afternoon and suggested that I might want to join the band.  “I’m that bad?” I asked. “You sing like a dying frog.” He answered.  We struck... Read more

We have a baby gift for you!  LarryD and I organized an awesome virtual baby shower, and I have real gifts to mail to you.  Would you mind emailing me your address?  I promise not to reveal either it or your real name. Are you a blogger who wasn’t in on the shower but want to be?  You still have time!  Mrs Nod is only 35 weeks along so you can just get it in under the wire.  Send me... Read more

The Computer Guy and I just spent 3 days in the Dallas area.  We were looking at houses, scoping out towns, and leisurely discussing where we want to live and what that life should look like. One of us wants to be close to shopping and convenience.  That one of us likes people and busyness and sees life as a grand adventure to be met head on with a smile. The other of us wants a calm and quiet life... Read more

I’ve been working furiously on staging the house these last few weeks.  The first 2 were spent solely on cleaning out the clutter, taking things to Goodwill, and packing up the things we don’t need right now.  I’m now doing the polishing, the tiny little things that I never think to do but make such a huge difference in the way a house looks. I’ve never been a great housekeeper, and I’ve never made any effort to hide that fact. ... Read more

After weeks of missing Mass for one sick child or another, I finally got to go this morning.  The soothing calm of the Presence of Christ settled into my soul. Oh, how I have missed Him. When I was a teenager, my parents threatened and bribed me just to get me through the door of the church, but I would let my mind wander onto important things like my boyfriend, how I could tease my bangs a little higher, or... Read more

We made an emergency room run this morning, #3 and I.  He has a stomach ache which has lasted 24 hours and has not gotten better.  In a regular kid, I’d put him to bed and bring him toast and chicken soup.  He’s not a regular kid. He eats things that aren’t food.  Stomach aches are serious business, because not food stuff in your intestine could kill you. When we got to the hospital, the waiting room had only one... Read more

Earlier this evening, I was minding my own business when an email popped up from the intrepid LarryD letting me know that I had been nominated for 4 Blogger’s Choice Awards!  4!!!!!!   Can you believe it? Me either.  The weird thing is that it says I nominated myself when I didn’t.  I’m not above that kind of thing.  I nominated myself in the Catholic Cannonball award thing last year and look how well that turned out. (I won.  Didja hear? ... Read more

I’ve been reading all over the internet that last week was National De-Lurking Week.  Somehow I missed it, but I’ve never been a girl to pass up a good thing. So who are you?  Some of you comment often, some of you never say anything.  Here’s your chance!  Will you introduce yourself, please? And feel free to ask me anything you’ve been wondering about or that’s been lurking in the back of your mind.  (No guarantees that I’ll answer, but... Read more

There was a time in his life when #6 paid no attention to whether or not his father was in the room.  He was focused only on his own physical needs and they all came from me.  Dad was a guy who held him and helped him out, but life was all about mom.  Then he stopped nursing, his focus turned outward, and he discovered the wonder of Dad. My sweet husband now has to sneak out of the house... Read more