Thanks once again to our host Larry D. at Acts of the Apostasy for inspiring
countless countable numbers of bloggers to add structure and scandalous images to their Tuesday. But not that scandalous — take a look at his 3.5 takes to see not see images far worse than derelict toddlers.
I won a prize! Oh it cheers me up. Lisa M. encouraged me to turn out for the Amazing Catechist Giveaway, which I did not want to do, because, well, I didn’t want to be commenting just to indulge my book lust. But you know what? I didn’t have to fake it. There’s useful information in that place, and friendly bloggers who answer combox questions, which means even more useful information. Needless to say, I learned about a pile of new books I want to check out, and look, I won one of them:
And now it is in my hands! I can’t wait to read it. Yay! Check out the Keep Infants of Down Syndrome blog, if you are like me, giving Catholics a bad name by chewing out telemarketers for major charities that seek to “prevent birth defects” by killing off the people who don’t meet spec. Yeah, I’m cranky. Killing innocent people makes me cranky.
Respectable Christians are sending Sarah Reinhard photos of their Advent wreaths. I don’t qualify. Here’s the one we used to have:
That’s Santa and his reindeer, flying towards Christmas. (Which had not arrived at photo time — observe the recycled candles. There cannot be a single shade of purple.)
Allow me to explain: I did not donate this item because it was too tacky for me. It was because, well, look how big it is. You can store a lot of books in that cubic foot. My one vice had to give way for the other. But you who own proper Advent wreaths, send in your photos.
Dear Small Children of Mine,
We have been building a model of Bethlehem in our living room every Advent since before the eldest among you was even conceived. It pleases me greatly to combine Lego, Fischer Price, and Playmobil structures into a giant sprawling representation of the Holy Land. I am not the least disturbed when the Seven Dwarves turn out for the census. Presumably the Romans counted even the very short and sneezy.
But I draw the line at calling it “Jesus Fairyland”. It is Bethlehem. B-e-t-h-l-e-h-e-m. Get it straight.
That Catechist Lady Who’s Supposed to be Educating You
Rapunzel, opiate of the masses. This weekend I shipped the Y chromosomes off to Hunt Camp, Eldest Daughter did homework Friday and then spent the weekend at her friend’s house, and my two listless littles watched our new library find: Tangled. Continuously. From 9AM Friday until 3PM Sunday, with breaks only to sleep, attend church, and sometimes to eat. I got a lot of work done. And hey, it’s a pretty good movie. Edifying, even. And boy am I glad my 5-year-old is still enthralled, because last night at the ER
Relax. I will finish that story next week. All is well here. Offer up your suspense for the half-dozen people I’m praying for who have real problems. One in particular needs you today, desperately. God will know which one. Thanks!