Rosey Posey is 11 today! Where did all the time go? I remember when she was born like it was yesterday.
Category: Pansyiana
Yeah, I’m Shallow
Yes, postpartem I want to be a superskinny superhottie. Yes, this is something I am slightly insecure and ‘noid about. I think everyone was one totally shallow reason in their arsenal about why, if they were not Catholic and didn’t have a clue, they would use artificial means to space babies. Mine is that everytime… Continue reading Yeah, I’m Shallow
Pray for Me-I Feel Like Crap
I wish I could cut off my nose to cease smelling things. Poor people around me. I went crazy on Thursday cleaning everything because I smell rotten cabbage. I threw out all the green leafy veggies in my pantry/root cellar, including cabbage, which were not rotten just in case. Then I called the propane people… Continue reading Pray for Me-I Feel Like Crap
Feel The Love in This Family
My husband called by mother-ilaw to tell her we are expecting, and she yelled at him “One of you two needs to get fixed!” and hung up on him. Update:My father told us yesterday he is “absolutely thrilled!”
I Don’t Wanna Tell
HMS Blog addresses families’ unhappy reactions to a new addition to a large-ish family. I would like to kick off this coversation with a reminder that Gaudium et Spes #50 that tells us that parents have the obligation–in the sight of God–to prayerfully decide what is God’s plan for the size of their family. While… Continue reading I Don’t Wanna Tell
Now I Know Why I Have Been so Scatterbrained
It has actually been something of a trial trying to figure out when to use “scene” instead of “seen” or “hear” instead of “here”. I really thought I was losing my mind. Many people in real life will totally think I have. The Upstate NY Moss’s are expecting a new Mossling I am thinking in… Continue reading Now I Know Why I Have Been so Scatterbrained
I’m Going To Have a Heart Attack
A State Trooper just left here. Why? Because my four year old, Fastolph was angry at his brother for “ignoring” him and called 911 on him. I made Fastolph come outside and explain why he called 911 and the Police Officer told him “you can only call the police if there is a real emergency… Continue reading I’m Going To Have a Heart Attack
Stuff
OK, everything I type turns to mush lately. It’s like I never took an English or spelling class. I cannot wait until the kids are grown and I have no more munchkins in my bed so I can resume life as a fully functional adult. Anyway, this is why I have been blogging less and… Continue reading Stuff