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This gem must have been written by 17-year old men for 17-year-old men, or at least the perpetual 17-year old men. The author, Isabella Snow, claims to be a woman, but for the life of me, I cannot imagine a woman selling out other women like this. Let’s dissect this, shall we? C’mon, it’ll be… Continue reading DB Clinic 101
One of the many, many detestable habits of the chattering class kids is their trick of finding some eight-bit word (perhaps vaguely remembered from the days of Vocabulary for the College Bound) and then using, using, and using it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Remember “gravitas” in the late ‘eighties or… Continue reading Index verborum prohibitorum
enough is enough already. Please explain to me why for crying out loud, why one of the countries most notable universities named after our Blessed Mother, 12K people who sought a Catholic education, none of those people in the auditorium knew what our faith is. I don’t understand it. This campus should have bells chiming… Continue reading Peony, regarding your ND post below
this is from a list I’m on: Where’s Howard? 52 U.S. Bishops, and not a Hubbard among them.
I looked in my little saucepan and noticed that the non-stick coating long ago ceased to stick to the pot (hopefully it’s not sticking to our innards either). So it’s time to go pot shopping. I think I’m done with non-stick (too fragile — I want to use a whisk, darn it) and I’m growing… Continue reading Peony needs a new pot
So now little Septimus is here, I am thankful to God. Thankful for my sweet, sweet boy, and thankful that physically, I feel good. I felt incredibly crappy for the duration of the pregnancy from morning sickness in the beginning to all the body aches and the inability to walk in the end. No more… Continue reading I’m such an ingrate
It’s been so cold and gloomy here. I’m having daydreams of rhubarb and strawberries and fresh jam…