Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Six names you go by:
Michelle (pronounced Me-shell, like the Beatles song)
Three things you are wearing:
a pink sweater
new socks (yeah!)
Three things you want very badly right now:
eight hours of sleep in a row
a long bath with lots of bubbles in a clean tub
the end of graduate school life and a job for my DH
Three things you did last night/yesterday:
went to visit my sister and her husband and their new baby in the hospital
went out to dinner with my parents
spent some quality time with my hubby
Two things you ate today:
a huge almond poppy seed muffin (only $1 at the local coffee shop on Wednesdays!)
a hazelnut latte
Two people you last talked to on the phone:
Two things you are going to do tomorrow:
leave the three older kids with Grandpa and Grandma to go away with my DH for two nights to celebrate our ten-year anniversary
and then? I don't know -- he's keeping it a surprise
Your three favorite beverages:
Is there anything else?
Everyone I read regularly has already been tagged! So I guess this meme stops here. Have a good one!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Michael William was born this morning. Mommy and Baby are doing well.
Today was my Mom's birthday, too. Since I rode with my parents to see the new babe, I got to crash her birthday dinner at the Outback. Happy Birthday, Mom! Thanks for a lovely piece of cow!
Monday, October 26, 2009
I am thinking... about my sister, who is expecting her third child. If he doesn't come on his own today, she will be induced tomorrow morning. Prayers for Mommy and Baby, please.
I am creating ... autumn-ness around the house. The bins of autumn/Halloween stuff have been in the dining room for a week -- it's time to put some of it out already!
I am hearing... somebody thumping around upstairs who is supposed to be sitting quietly on his or her bed, reading.
I called her on the way home from Chicago a few weeks ago because I had a flashback to when I was little. I used to go camping with Papa and Gramma and sit in the back of their brown pick-up truck (they had seats that folded down to face each other right behind the driver and passenger seats). My Papa died when I was only eight, so I had to have been younger than that, but I remember this coffee thermos bungee-corded up in the front of the truck. I called her to tell her about my memory. She gave it to me as an anniversary gift because she still had it! I look forward to trying it out this weekend (see below).
A few plans for the rest of the week: Little Flowers tomorrow, dance on Wednesday; Thursday morning my DH and I (and The Baby) are leaving for two nights to celebrate our ten-year anniversary, which was the sixteenth. I don't know where we're going, but it doesn't matter as I am just excited for some extended time away together (even if Baby has to tag along)!
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Have a good October 21st. I know I am.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thank you, dear children, for letting Mommy sleep!
Monday, October 19, 2009
I am thinking... about Father Humberto's homilies lately. Almost every day I am challenged to grow in holiness. I am thinking I should start writing down what challenges me in my prayer journal each day after Mass.
I am creating ... hmmm ... can't think of anything right now ... a balanced checkbook? plans for the weekend? a clean desk? All of these are in the works right now.
I am hearing... The Baby, who is sitting on my lap, whimpering and coughing and trying to nurse, and my DH in the kitchen sniffling.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Survival. Little Flowers has been canceled -- one of the girls' families is recovering from H1N1. We're supposed to have a friend over for dinner tomorrow night ... we'll see in the morning.
The Girls at Oireachtas last year (November 2008)
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I read the Little House books growing up, and I enjoyed them even more when we read them together as a family a few years ago. The Girls have just started reading the books on their own. I think they enjoyed the show even more because they easily recognized the characters and plot.
I also grew up watching Little House on the Prairie on television, and it still ranks as one of my top five favorite television series. It was syndicated by the time I was in grade school. I got home from school about 3:45 and it was on at 4:00. As a mother, I now understand why that was the perfect time to have a quality show on television! We were able to have some downtime after school, and my mom had peace and quiet while she was preparing dinner. We started buying Little House on the Prairie DVDs a couple of years ago and now own the first four seasons. It's fun watching the episodes again with the kids.
Anyway ... back to our evening out. The Girls loved dressing up, and they even got to paint their nails! (Notice the braids -- guess who wants to be Laura?)
We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant before the show. The Girls LOVE Chinese food, the restaurant was within walking distance of the theater, and it was in the Happenings Book my parents loaned us, so we got two entrees for the price of one! (Thanks, Dad and Mom!)
The show itself was great! I'd highly recommend it, especially if you like Little House. Though The Girls have been to the theater once before, this was their first musical, and they loved it -- they love anything that involves music and dancing! And they couldn't believe the same actress who played "Laura" in the TV shows was right before their eyes playing "Ma" on the stage.
Finally, because the person whose tickets we used is a contributor to the theater, we got to sit in his box seats and we were also able to use the Contributors' Lounge during the intermission -- wine and chocolate! (Thanks, again, for thinking of us, Mona!)
After seeing the musical last night, The Girls want to be Mary and Laura for Halloween. Does anyone have any suggestions for where to look for costumes? (I don't have a lot of time or money.)
Monday, October 12, 2009
I am thinking... that I should be getting ready for the week instead of blogging.
I am creating ... plans for a night away this weekend with my husband (and The Baby).
I am hearing... The Girls whispering at the dining room table while working on their language arts and The Boy sitting on his time-out stool (AGAIN!) tapping his feet and complaining about his time-out (AGAIN!).
A few plans for the rest of the week: Tonight is dinner with my parents, followed by dance and tin whistle lessons. Tuesday is Little Flowers. Tuesday night, The Girls and I will have dinner out before going to see Little House on the Prairie, the musical. Wednesday and Thursday are usually dance days, but this week is fall break! Maybe I'll be able to catch up on a few other things around here. Friday is our ten-year anniversary and we'll drop the older kiddos off at my in-laws and enjoy twenty-four hours to ourselves.
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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This reflection on the monotonous also made me think of how sometimes the daily routine feels monotonous. How many times have I wiped the counters off today? How many times have I asked the kids to turn off that light when they come up from the basement? How many times have I wished for a vacation this week? And on and on.
Many complain that the Mass and Rosary are repetitious. However, the repetition of the Mass and Rosary alike can work a slow but deep transformation of one's heart. One could also point out that repetition is not necessarily a sign of a lack of imagination. It may be sheer exuberant pleasure that makes us repeat an activity. G. K. Chesterton argued that repetition is a characteristic of the vitality of children. They like the same stories, the same words, time and time again, not because they are bored and unimaginative but because they delight in life.
Chesterton wrote: “Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead, for grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes each daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encore the bird who laid an egg."
Pray the Rosary. Pray the Mass. Exult in the monotony. Transform your heart.
I have only been given one life. I want to exult in the monotony! Lord, transform my heart.
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Monday, October 5, 2009
I am creating ... plans for our second Little Flowers club meeting tomorrow afternoon. I am hosting this week.
I am hearing... the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. All is quiet. The Girls won't be up for another five minutes.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Monday is dance and tin whistle lessons. Tuesday is Little Flowers. Wednesday and Thursday are also dance days. I have errands to run. We leave Friday morning for the Chicago Pat Roche Feis -- road trip!
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
My husband went out this morning and bought me one of these.
Friday, October 2, 2009
All I have to say is, thank God for guardian angels, whose feast we celebrate today, because it could have been a lot worse! Really, none of the above was that tragic. No one got cut on the broken coffee cup. The cheese powder was fished out of the boiling water and still usable. I had a cell phone with me and was able to call the doctor's office to tell them I was running late. I barely bumped the car behind me -- there was no noticeable damage. And I didn't fall down or drop The Baby or knock the old woman down the stairs!
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If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter into life maimed than with two hands to go into Gehenna, into the unquenchable fire. And if your foot causes you to sin, cut if off. It is better for you to enter into life crippled than with two feet to be thrown into Gehenna. And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out. Better for you to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into Gehenna, where 'their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched.'In the car on the way home, my husband asked the kids what they thought of the Gospel reading. The Older Girl said, "It was spooky!" And the Younger Girl said, "Yeah, that should be the reading for Halloween!" LOL
A theological discussion ensued.
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May the LORD bless you and keep you! May He make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you! May the LORD look upon you kindly and grant you His peace!
Whatever your plans this weekend, have a good one! And for more quick takes, visit here.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
From the autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux:
Since my longing for martyrdom was powerful and unsettling, I turned to the epistles of Saint Paul in the hope of finally finding an answer. By chance the twelfth and thirteenth chapters of the first epistle to the Corinthians caught my attention, and in the first section I read that not everyone can be an apostle, prophet or teacher, that the Church is composed of a variety of members, and that the eye cannot be the hand. Even with such an answer revealed before me, I was not satisfied and did not find peace.
I persevered in the reading and did let not my mind wander until I found this encouraging theme: Set your desires on the greater gifts. And I will now show you the way which surpasses all others. For the Apostle insists that the greater gifts are nothing at all without love and that this same love is surely the best path leading directly to God. At length I had found peace of mind.When I had looked upon the mystical body of the Church, I recognized myself in none of the members which Saint Paul described, and what is more, I desired to distinguish myself more favorably within the whole body. Love appeared to me to be the hinge for my vocation. Indeed I knew that the Church had a body composed of various members, but in this body the necessary and more noble member was not lacking; I knew that the Church had a heart and that such a heart appeared to be aflame with love. I knew that one love drove the members of the Church to action, that if this love were extinguished, the apostles would have proclaimed the Gospel no longer, the martyrs would have shed their blood no more. I saw and realized that love sets off the bounds of all vocations, that love is everything, that that same love embraces every time and every place. In one word, that love is everlasting.Then, nearly ecstatic with the supreme joy in my soul, I proclaimed: O Jesus, my love, at last I have found my calling: my call is to love. Certainly I have found my proper place in the Church, and you gave me that very place, my God. In the heart of the Church, my mother, I will be love, and thus I will be all things, as my desire finds its direction.