Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
When I started up my computer this morning, it spoke to me. In that inimitable fashion of computers since time immemorial (well, since about 1995 when laptops became realistic for normal people) the hard drive emitted a low whining sound….
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Here’s a story about why you shouldn’t say “I know” when you, in fact, do not know. Back in the day, my father was a grad student in history at Unseen University (“Where history doesn’t repeat itself, but the historians…
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Yesterday we had a repeat visit from the guy who did our siding last year. A piece of siding had slipped; it would be the work of three minutes to get it in place again. When I saw him, I…
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If I were to say “nun” you would probably think of Mother Teresa of Calcutta. Or Ingrid Bergman in “The Bells of Saint Mary’s.” If so, read on. When I was about thirteen, I was invited to the First Holy…
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My Patient Husband has a sweet, romantic side. Friday morning I awoke to a love note at the breakfast table. The reason we’re moving out of Angeltown is to get closer to his job. With his current monster commute, he…
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It’s time again for the weblog tour! Topic for week ending 6/14/08 by MsMoonbunny What are you planning on doing this summer/what are you most looking forward to doing? If you want to answer the question for yourself in the…
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Just in case I’ve lulled you into thinking my family is sane, here are some snapshots of our conversations: Kiddo#2, at the dinner table: Butter. Butt. Butter.” {long pause} “We need a ‘Buttest.’ Butt-butter-buttest. Kiddo#1: There’s a Buddhist. Kiddo#2: Yeah!…
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On Monday evening, after my very generous readers offered up thirty-five comments full of good things for Dotty, the evil in the world began making sense to me. Even Thomas Aquinas admitted that the existence of suffering is the best…
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Over at Wendy’s livejournal, she talks about the experience of watching the Belmont Stakes. As I was cleaning cat boxes and amusing my foster (a very loud adolescent kitten named Cloud), the pre-race show blathered all about Big Brown, Big…
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A regular poster on one of my online groups is enduring a lot of family hardships right now. She’s a gentle and generous soul, and much loved by everyone there. She posted in asking if there’s really any good in…
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