Sunday, November 23, 2008

Woman makes soap - Husband lives to tell the tale

Today is a great day to learn to make soap.

It’s sunny but cold. Can’t play outside.
Hubby is back home. He and the boy can play NCAA football all day.
The boy’s Rite of Acceptance was today. The countdown is on to the Easter Vigil and all three Sacraments of Initiation yippee.

Yep it’s a good day to begin a new hobby.

So I’m following along slavishly with Small Notebook’s Beginner's Guide to Soap Making and things are going well.

It’s time to pour into the makeshift mold I’m using and I need another pair of hands. I ask Hubby to help and he’s there in a flash. As he’s scraping out the pot he decides he wants to sample and the spoon goes up to his mouth.

“NOOOOOOO, I’m making soap,” I holler a little to late.

“Oh, I thought you were making banana bread or something, but I thought it was nasty.”

Next he’s dipping his hand into the sink full of water to rinse his mouth.

“NOOOOOOO, that’s the sink with lye dishes.”

“Man it’s a rough day to be in the kitchen with you.”

“Dude I just asked for help pouring into the mold, I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

He’s not kidding when he says it’s best for him to stay out of the kitchen.

Friday, November 21, 2008

7 Quick Takes

Jen at Conversion Diary is hosting 7 quick takes again. Thanks Jen!


I have a new favorite author. Taylor Caldwell's book, On Growing Up Tough was a great read. Published in 1971 her take on the culture wars is stunningly insightful and frankly prophetic.

“When I surveyed the hippies on the University of Buffalo campus recently, my first anger was suddenly dissolved into pity for them. They are the Godless, the abandoned, by parents and teachers and the clergy. Their youth made them even more piteous. For their parents and grandparents took away their holy heritage, in this age of materialism and affluence, and too many of the clergy have led them astray into secularism.”

Her book should be mandatory reading for high school as well as college graduation. She represents the conservative viewpoint very, very well.


I had the most vivid dream last night.

The setting was 16th or 17th century French provincial; I was in a church holding a sleeping four-year-old boy on my lap. I was sitting in a comfy armchair near the back, it was nighttime and the church was empty and dark except for votive candles and I was dozing off. Near dawn a man came and was lying in a fire in a fireplace near the statue of St. Joseph. He didn’t speak to us, but I woke the boy and told him it was near time for the Mass so we needed to go outside to get ready.

When we got outside it was dead of winter cold with the sun breaking over the horizon, the air was still, and clear, and there were several hundred people lined up waiting to come in for Mass. The boy seamed surprised. I told him we needed to go join the others for Mass, and that’s when I woke up.

It was one of those dreams that are clear as can be and the feeling you had when you woke up stays with you all day.


We have new additions to the family.

When you live out in the country people drop off their unwanted pets with great regularity. This week we have added three kittens and a dog.

We don’t usually keep the dogs but this one has stolen our hearts and well the rest is history.


Hubby has been on the road this week and I’ve found myself hitting the drive through for every other meal. I can’t seam to find the time to cook when he’s gone. I’m guessing that means he does a whole lot more around the house than I give him credit for.


Which leads to my next observation. How in the world do single parents manage? That’s a divorce buzz kill right there.


Which leads to the marriage plank of the culture wars.

Video: Christians run out of the Castro district in San Francisco

Text: Here's the back story from Michelle

And a little closer to home.

Video: Radicals distupt church in Lansing Michigan

Text: The Church's Info Page on the Incident.

Jesus said we would face persecution. Pray that we will be as strong as our brothers and sisters in the faith who’ve faced persecution before us.

St. Thomas More, St. Joan of Arc, all holy men and women, pray for us.


Katie at Just Another Catholic Mom (I can't get the link & text to play nice) was kind enough to nominate me for a blog award.

I'm so blogger challenged and can't get the icon to show up!!!

This award acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his/her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary and personal values every day.

Thank you very much. I enjoy your blog too!!!

Friday, November 14, 2008

7 Quick Takes

Thanks to Jen at Conversion Diary for a cool Friday idea.

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Mom to Son as he’s doing that kid on a mission asking over and over again about dinner plans thing.
“Give me a minute I need to finish and I can’t think straight.”

Son to Mom who’s a obviously a bit harried.
“Can you think diagonally, how bout side to side?”

Mom to son as he wiggles around trying to avoid homework (a behavior that’s been driving Mom to distraction all week)
“Not so fast buddy, there’s a new sheriff in town.”

Son to Mom with out missing a beat.
“There sure is, his name is Jack Welsh.”

The kid is a bit of a hoot.

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The election blues are lifting. Alleluia.

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My horse is back from MSU veterinary hospital and doing well. His surgery wounds are healing, his breathing is normal, and his energy level is good. The veterinarian (I’ll call him Dr. Kavorkian) who recommended putting him down seams to be amazed.

He was equally amazed that the horse improved dramatically after I went up to visit him on the day he recommended euthanizing him. I haven’t told him I had every confidence that laying hands on the animal, asking for St. Francis’ intercession and anointing him with Padre Pio blessed oil would help.

The horse's time will come, as it will come for us all, but I wasn’t going to take Kavorkian, DVMs recommendation with out asking our Lord to intervene first.

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Air travel has gotten ULGY!!!!

Hubby was scheduled on a flight out of Detroit Metro to Sacramento yesterday evening to take the California contractor’s exam this morning at 7:15am. His 6:00 pm flight was canceled and their solution was to take a flight today instead. Not going to work with a 7:00am exam, they refused to help. He booked the last flight out of DTW on another carrier, got as far as Chicago and then had the leg to Sacramento delayed 4 hours with the caveat that it may not fly at all.

Hubby arrived in Sacramento at 3:30am, his rental car place was closed, didn’t open until 8:00am.

Buying a second ticket = $350.00

Cab ride to contractors exam = $65.00

Passing the exam after all night travel to get there = Priceless

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My son is going with my dad to the game at the Big House tomorrow, (Michigan stadium for the uninitiated). It’s supposed to be spitting rain and snow all day tomorrow. Yuck, but they are both looking forward to it.

I was unsure how an adopted child would be welcomed into the family, but both Hubby’s dad and my dad have been great with our son, and I’m so grateful. Thank you Jesus for such wonderful men.

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The boy is a big Michigan fan, came out of the box that way. It works. I’m an alum. He says he would like to go to school there. If he does he will be a fifth generation legacy. I was the first generation to bolt from Michigan for graduate school. I declined to follow my ancestors into the legal profession. I was a rebel, what can I say.

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I’ve been working really hard to attend daily Mass for the last several weeks. It is such a blessing. The Grace our Lord pours out helps so much in the day in day out battles of life, which is a good thing because it seams that when we draw closer to God the battles multiply. Satan is such as pest.

Hi Everyone. Now bye. (From The Boy)

Sunday, November 9, 2008

It’s a Jungle Out There

The closer I draw to God the more I withdraw from the world. Not the day in day out world of my little fam and our business, but the world at large. I quit reading the paper, or news sites, I don’t watch the news on TV, and we watch VERY, VERY little TV of any kind. I found that the less I consumed of the culture at large the happier I am. Then came the presidential campaign and ….. GRUMPY ME.

It started slowly several weeks ago, a peekie pooh at &, a glance at the headlines, from time to time, a debate or two on the tube, just to see how the campaigns were playing. Soon I was checking in on the news sites ten times a day. I skipped the infomercial, my mind was made up early on, like from day one.

I noticed a curious thing as I began to take in more of the culture of the day. I got crankier and more cynical with each article read. I began to really look forward to the election being over and I’m glad that it is. Elizabeth Esther's blog hits the spot. The election is over, life goes on, and the holder of office of the President of the United States of America deserves our respect no matter which way we cast our ballot.

I awoke on election day in that groggy not quite awake state with a comfort from the Lord as clear as a bell, "Be Still and Know that I am God". Something we may need to remind ourselves of in the years ahead as we fight the good fight of faith.

Lord teach us to pray for you tell us that the prayers of a righteous man avail much. Amen