29 December 2007
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the malice and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.
The history of the prayer to St Michael the Archangel, as well as the long and short forms of the prayer, can be found here.
13 December 2007
11 December 2007
How to play: Type the answer to the following questions into Google Image, then pick from the first page of images.
1. Age at my next birthday:
2. Place I'd like to travel:
3. Place I've been:
4. Favorite food:
5. Place I was born:
6. Place I live:
7. Name of past pet:
8. Best friends' nickname:
9. My first name:
10. First job:
I tag anyone needing an idea for a post! Just leave a comment linking back to yours, please.
10 December 2007
04 December 2007
I hope you have the time to watch it. And if you have some extra time, check out Christine (at either of her blogs) and Jay. They are both great bloggers and well worth a visit.
02 December 2007
23 November 2007
22 November 2007
21 November 2007
08 November 2007
Like one of those commenting on her post, I remember when Christmas displays went up after Thanksgiving and the sales began in mid-December. Now ornaments and cards seem to pop up in the stores at the same time as the red, white, and blue decorations for the Fourth of July. A few short days ago Santa inflatables were sharing space in front of the grocery store with Frankenstein and Dracula. There's just something Wrong. With. That. Picture -- not to mention the inflatable ghosts hovering near the inflatable nativity scene snow globe.
The children are even picking up on it -- I am being asked to play some of the Christmas CDs in the van. That isn't happening before Thanksgiving, thankyouverymuch.
I'll leave you with some more well said words on the topic:
So what are you waiting for? Get over there and check it out!
01 November 2007
31 October 2007
The Breast Cancer Site was founded to help offer free mammograms to underprivileged women nationwide. With a simple, daily "click" visitors help provide mammograms to those in need.
The Breast Cancer Site is one of the links on my sidebar and a site I have gone to almost every day since I heard about it seven or eight years ago.
Growing up, the understanding was -- on my father's side of the family anyway -- all the men died from lung cancer and all the women from breast cancer. That being said, I'm sure you can guess how I felt when, in 1991, I discovered a lump in my right breast. In January, 1992, I had a biopsy. I was one of the lucky ones. My benign mass turned out to be scar tissue from a severe trauma received in a car accident. Other people (men can get breast cancer, too) are not so lucky.
Mammography is the best screening tool available today for breast cancer. Unfortunately not everyone can afford a mammogram. The Breast Cancer Site is sponsored by firms who donate money for any of several reasons including: every individual click on the Fund Free Mammograms button; clicking on their ad; or a percentage of any purchase on their site when accessed through that ad. Out of fairness to the sponsors, only one click per day is counted per visitor.
Some facts from The Breast Cancer Site:
Each year, 182,000 women are diagnosed with breast cancer and 43,300 die.
One woman in eight either has or will develop breast cancer in her lifetime.
1,600 men will be diagnosed with breast cancer and 400 will die this year.
If detected early, the five-year survival rate exceeds 95 percent.
See also: You don't have to have a lump to have breast cancer
09 October 2007
07 October 2007
Dead toad in the rotating spice rack? Do I really want to know why? No. I do not. Just take it and throw it outside, please. And don't bring anymore toads in the house, please. Two days later we had a toad in the house. He wasn't allowed to spend the night. I am a mean mommy some days.
I'm going through a decluttering phase right now along with a rearranging furniture phase. I pulled vases out of a pantry and found one in the back with dried chocolate syrup and a wrapper from a stick of butter. Do I really want to know why? Not particularly. However, we will be having a discussion about proper vessels for making chocolate milk and the fact that the recipe for said chocolate milk is milk and chocolate syrup. No butter required.
Here's to hoping not to using the phrase for the rest of today!
Some of our favorites over the past few years have included good night prayers in which "May angels watch me through the night" became "My angels." And we no longer have tartar sauce with fish, instead we have turtle sauce.
Some more recent examples involve my five year old. Olivia has been thrilled to have handwriting homework. She has two sheets: one has her name while the other has the alphabet. She also has a magic marker to write on them. Of course this means the paper needs to be able to be wiped off. According to Olivia, they can be wiped off because they have been lemon-aded.
Olivia has also been singing to me lately. "Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Clarinet." One day she will realize the difference between clarinet and Clementine and will correct herself.
Having been through this with Allan and Marie, it seems like the beginning of the end of childhood when these mondegreens disappear.
I admire women who have had sons only: my husband's paternal grandmother (4), Dana (3), Rachel (5), and Suzanne (5). I have two girls to help balance it out a little, but they are sandwiched between the two boys and have had plenty of time and opportunity to learn about tree climbing and catching toads and frogs among other things. So far the girls haven't joined in some of the more, shall we say, adventuresome activities?
Don't get me wrong. I love my boys. They are caring and considerate. They can also be utterly obnoxious. Especially to their sisters. I feel so proud when I see Allan -- and William on occasion -- hold doors open for people or help carry things or pick up something that someone has dropped. But this is also offset by the times when they are in such a hurry to do and be that they knock someone down.
I grew up sugar and spice and everything nice, but my daily life is snips and snails and puppy dog tails. I have learned to accept and expect smells and sounds that I didn't grow up with as one of three girls. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
04 October 2007
Angels! Angels are God's messengers to us (see Fr V's post about what they are and aren't; I learned a few things). I believe in angels -- and not just the cutesy images of girls with long hair playing instruments. Think of St. Michael the Archangel whose feast day was 29 September.
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host --by the Divine Power of God -- cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
The feast of the Guardian Angels was 2 October.
A Mother's Prayer to the Guardian Angels of her children
I humbly salute you, O you faithful, heavenly Friends of my children! I give you heartfelt thanks for all the love and goodness you show them. At some future day I shall, with thanks more worthy than I can now give, repay your care for them, and before the whole heavenly court acknowledge their indebtedness to your guidance and protection. Continue to watch over them. Provide for all their needs of body and soul. Pray, likewise, for me, for my husband, and my whole family, that we may all one day rejoice in your blessed company. Amen
18 September 2007
Where I am from
Some views around our neck of the woods
More views from our neck of the woods
You don't have to have a lump to have breast cancer
17 September 2007
Mail Mom came up with a wonderful idea -- a blog to which you can post anonymously those things you can't post on your own. Having issues with friends, relatives, co-workers and need to get it off your chest but can't because they are regular visitors to your site? Visit Mom's Turn.
"For most of us, we began our blogging experience with one, two or both of the following goals in mind:Read the rest here.
1. As an outlet to vent our frustrations of motherhood, womanhood, and adulthood.
2. To chronicle the everyday life, as well as the milestones and special memories, of our children as so we never forget.
As our blogs grow in popularity, not only strangers (now our "blogger" buddies), but our family and close friends have begun reading and commenting. It is no longer possible to really vent about the things we want and need to in order to maintain some balance of sanity.
We don't want to offend a friend, insult a teacher, embarrass our children or start a family feud ... so we don't write about some of the things we are feeling. We just sit and wonder why we don't feel we have the freedom to write and say what we want on our own blog. Well, guess what? It's our turn. MOM'S TURN ... to let it all out."
11 September 2007
And some music videos about this day six short years ago:
Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning) - Alan Jackson
Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American) - Toby Keith
Have You Forgotten - Daryl Worley
08 September 2007
Kim Norton's website, The Kingdom Kidz Club, explains it well:
The Kingdom Kidz Club is, in part, the answer to the dilemma of how to spiritually nourish stressed-out, time-challenged families.
We all remember songs -- including some that we don't want to -- after we hear them enough. Take time to explore Kim's site and make sure you watch the video and listen to the audioclips. You will be singing along before you know it. And these songs are worth remembering.
30 August 2007
You're The Hobbit!
by J.R.R. Tolkien
All you wanted was a nice cup of tea when some haggard crazy old man came into your life and told you it was time to do something with yourself. Now you're all conflicted about whether to stick with your stay-at-home lifestyle or follow this crazy person into the wild. While you're very short and a little furry, you seem to be surrounded by an even greater quantity of short folks lately. Try not to lose your ring, but keep its value in perspective!
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
All things considered, I think I can live with The Hobbit. My sixth grade teacher had us read this as a class. I couldn't stand the pace the class was reading at and finished before the week was over. One of the Best.Books.Ever. And a pretty great sixth grade teacher, too. Thank you, Mrs. Hayes.
29 August 2007
I was the last of my mother's miracles. That is what she always called us because as a young woman she had been injured to the point that one of her ovaries was totally destroyed. The doctor had told her she would probably never have any children. She and my father were married five years before my oldest sister was born and then two years later my other sister was born. Five years -- and I don't know how many miscarriages later (Mama doesn't remember anymore) -- I was born prematurely. Soon after I was born, I started to develop jaundice and was lucky enough to get the last incubator available at the hospital. I have heard different stories over the years about just how sick I was and just how long I was kept at the hospital -- I think the last version was that I stayed in the hospital for about a month and had at least one complete blood transfusion.
In a warped tradition that has developed, Lawrence will not wish me happy birthday first thing in the morning. One year (1997) he didn't wish me happy birthday until the morning of the 30th. He had been so overworked he was a day behind and thought he was being the first to remember my day. Unfortunately he was the last. Now it has become standard for him to not wish me happy birthday until the last possible minute he thinks he can get away with before missing it totally. Most years that means 11:45 p.m. We'll see how late it is today -- last year was 1997 all over again with him not remembering at all until I told him the next day I had lost a bet with a friend who thought he wouldn't wish me happy birthday until 11:58 p.m.
I'll add a comment tomorrow to let you know when he remembers this year. :)