Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
My Patient Husband posted a bit of a discussion we had about the recent Star Trek movie. The question: what’s the point of creating an alternate universe if you’re only going to return it to the state of the original…
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A while ago I posted that I had no yarn mojo left, no urge to knit, no nothing. Well, it’s back. Ivy says cold weather makes people want to knit. I think it was Christmas. I made a couple of…
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At the end of Mass this Sunday, the priest said to me, “Kiddo#4 did good,” and I replied, “I think I owe a hand-written apology to everyone sitting on this side of the church.” Mass began. It was the Feast…
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The Sparkling Angel candle has me thinking. What if they made candles to attract other things? Although I’m a little concerned what it would smell like if they did.
My exuberant aunt sent me a Yankee Candle for Christmas, and it was the most fun gift of the day. Why?, you ask. Why was a candle the most fun gift of the day? Thanks for asking! Now I can…
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My daughter asked me what was up with our new smoke detector. I can tell you what was up with the old one: it had a nervous break down and kept screaming about fictitious fires whenever it got jittery, even…
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Eyes closed in prayer, Mary felt her attention drawn to the little one at her center, barely a bump and already a marvel. An impossibility. The gift of an angel’s word, a Creator’s promise. God with us. Quiet in the…
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Last year, Ivy posited that knitting means love. I don’t remember whether it was on her weblog or on her podcast, but she said that to a knitter, making an item says love. A friend of mine and I were…
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This is the montage we put on the back of our annual Christmas newsletter extravaganza, the one everyone looks forward to every year because it burns such pretty colors. You can click on the picture to see it larger. And…
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My Patient Husband and I somehow discussed the “typical” 50s-era home with the hard-working husband, the dutiful housewife, the clean and sparkling children. We’re failing on two of those three counts. I said something about him being the lord of…
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