Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Over the weekend, my Patient Husband suggested we might watch Fugitive Alien and have a “Black and Tan.” Now if you’re wondering what either of those are, Fugitive Alien is a Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode, described by the Mad…
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This comes up often enough that I have to blog about it: how do you get an object out of a child’s nose? The reason this keeps coming up is no one seems to know what to do when it…
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Yesterday I followed a Twitter link to a survey about the rosary. It began normally enough (age, gender) and then started asking whether I’d ever used a rosary aide. The only “rosary aides” I own are rosaries (about eleven or…
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Sorry I posted such a sad story yesterday. Let me tell you a less-sad story so maybe you’ll keep coming back. This woman’s name I don’t remember, but my dispatcher said I’d be bringing her to “the meeting of the…
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“I’ll be your driver today, Mrs. Penn,” I said when she answered the door, this tiny white-haired woman with a nasty dog at her heels. She grinned and said, “It’s Miss, not Missus, and you can call me Shirlee.” She’d…
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Two weeks ago, a friend showed me a shawl she knit for a woman with breast cancer, and I said, “Philangelus, you idiot…” because I too know a woman with breast cancer. And suddenly I needed to knit her a…
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On Sunday I ended up at a bowling birthday party, the kind where thirty four-year-olds produce a slow-motion physics video of a bowling ball in realtime. After the bowling they had pizza and cake, and the attending parents were offered…
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She shut the washing machine door with a gentle click, then extended her slender arm to the shelf where the detergent awaited. For two days now she’d hungered to tackle the clothes heap in the closet, her days filled with…
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I was listening to a youtube video today while knitting a shawl (a shawl that fills me with panic again on every row, because it’s only getting larger. It started by casting on eleven stitches, but it’s well over three…
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This was sooooo sad (and so funny.) At my Patient Husband’s blog…