Cows and Catholics...
Cows and politicians...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
He is risen!
We try to keep up the customs we learned from the people in the Alps when they say the sorrowful mysteries of the rosary on Good Friday. Toward three o’clock of that day the father of the house goes to the corner where the vigil light burns before the crucifix and gravely blows it out; then he pours water on the fire in the fireplace. No flame is allowed around the house between the hour of Our Lord’s death and His Resurrection, in honor of Him Whom we call the Light of the World.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I am an official owner of Birkenstocks. I can't decide if I've sold out or arrived. I think I've arrived.
In other news, I was asked today for the fifty bajillionth time why I'm a farm girl, since I'm so smart. Would anybody like to enlighten me about why cities hold a monopoly on intelligence?
The answer I gave: I'm smart enough to know that eating natural foods, getting exercise and living close to nature really is a better life. (Not to mention, the monks are awesome, and don't make us hold hands during the Our Father.)
But, apparently, I fail in the world's eyes if I can't do it all AND have a law degree. Oh well, at least I'm a happy failure. Oh, and have I mentioned lately how many kids I want to have? Different standards of success, that's what they're calling it these days.
Friday, March 07, 2008
I figured out how to get the navigation bar back, even though this free template thingy tried to take it away. I guess they wanted a cleaner look, but I wanted my easy buttons. I am so so so HTML savvy.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Coach Cahill will be so proud when I tell him. I played soccer yesterday for the first time in SIX YEARS. And yes, I was terrible at it, but the point is, I PLAYED. And apparently, I'm a tough girl. News to me, but I'll take the compliment!