Special Intention

The Everlasting God has in His wisdom foreseen from eternity the cross He now presents to you as a gift from His inmost Heart. This cross He now sends you He has considered with His all-knowing eyes, understood with His divine mind, tested with His wise justice, warmed with loving arms and weighed with His own Hands, to see that it be not one inch too large and not one once too heavy for you. He has blessed it with His Holy Name, anointed it with His grace, perfumed it with His consolation, taken one last glance at you and your courage, and then sent it to you from heaven, a special greeting from God to you, an alms of the all-merciful love of God.
~~~St. Francis de Sales~~~

Another Leaf

My goal of this blog is either to make my husband laugh or to make someone I don’t know cry (or laugh – I’ll take both).  They’re both impressive skills, don’t you think?

Anyway, I’ll start with this:

and try this (and, yes, it IS duck duck goose):

How ’bout this?

And finally:
As much as I miss them, I am sure there are others who are filled with more sadness than I…
Please pray for the health and perseverance of our good Sisters Adorers.

A New Leaf

I follow a mother’s blog that I just love.  And once she said that she wrote her blog (mainly) to make her husband laugh.  I have tried to figure out what direction I want this blog to go and I think I will follow her lead.  I am better at making people laugh than giving insightful political commentary.  In fact, I don’t care. OK, that’s not true, I do care, just not enough to write about it.  I do not want to have a soporific* influence on my audience.  I get enough of that at home!


Adjective: Tending to induce drowsiness or sleep. Yawn. That definition made me sleepy in itself.


Let’s face it. Staying at home with the kids is always eventful but rarely exciting. I find myself falling into the I-would-never-buy-my-own-autobiography frame of mind more often than not. Yes, it is a sacrifice to raise children. Yes, it is noble. Yes, yes, yes. But it is certainly not very eventful.

So, at the moment I am trying to write this I have one child who needs a diaper change and the others are bouncing a huge ball, that I did not buy, about to break the few nice things I’ve allowed out of the china cabinet. THIS is the excitement in my life.

What is a mom to do? If you are a mom who stays home with your kids, what do YOU do to make your life more interesting? If you are the spouse of said mom, what does your wife do???

Inquiring minds really, really, really want to know.

Update: August 2010

Wow, can you tell I was in the middle of winter and COOPED up?  Life is better now.  Plus, I got no answers. Boo hoo for me.

It’s On My To-Do List: The greatest of these…

I was reading one of my favorite blogs (favorite as in, wow, she writes so well) and she hit on a theme that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Charity.

It seems that Madame Delena has hit a snag in her idea to collect coats for the needy. The snag was simply the words of someone telling her she might have a hard time getting people to cooperate. While that may be true I told her she should go along with it. Different people have different ideas of charity. Some give gobs (or a little) of their money. Some volunteer non-stop. Some believe their vocation unto itself is charity.

I remember somewhere in the depths of my addled brain a story about a priest who would make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches daily for the hungry. Apparently this was a lot of work and he did not receive much help. He received a substantial check from a man who thought his generousity would be appreciated by the priest. The priest returned the check stating, “Make your own sandwiches.” Or something like that…

There’s also the story about the boy standing on a starfish-laden beach, throwing the starfish one by one into the sea to save them from their certain death. A man comes upon the boy and says, “You cannot possibly save all of these starfish. There are thousands of them! It doesn’t matter!” “It matters to that one,” the boy replies as he throws another into the waves.

I prefer the second story to the first. Perhaps I don’t like the way the priest is behaving. Perhaps I want the rich man to get into the trenches. Perhaps I *am* that rich man (minus the riches). I would think any well-run charitable organization or a one-person-coat-collecting-charity can attest that money is important, but the actions speak louder

Yee haw! Time to edumicate the chitlins!

Bitter, nasty, patronizing.

It seems these are the virtues of some.

I found an article on Andrew Breitbart’s BigJournalism.com commenting on another article which slams homeschooling. The gyst is that uneducated, trailer-habiting, christian, submissive wives are homeschooling and that the government should have a better hold on these people. Right.