Weathering the storm...

I know that nobody likes a blog post about weather. I do, however, feel the need to at least comment on the fact that I have not seen the moon in a couple of weeks and most days when I eave my house there is a high likelihood that I will end up getting wet.  I hope the sun returns soon.

Oh man... Crossword Calamity

My Mom is usually pretty good with Biblical crossword clues, but tonight was a bit different.  I was a bit amused and somewhat surprised.

Mom: Is there a book in the Bible called Moses?

Me: No, he's in Exodus.

Mom:Well, is there a book of the Bible about a prophet?

Me:  About 16 or so...

Mom: Oh...Do any of them start with an M?

Me: Micah

Mom: Thanks

It has begun...

...the packing that is.

Ish and I will be married in less than a month. It is really hard to believe since we have been engaged for so long (over 19 months). In the moments between the craziness of wedding planning, I have begun to pack (it is no easy feat!). It seems I am bad at informing people of my plans in life (a possible side effect of being introverted).So here it is:

We're moving back to Delaware.

Consider yourself informed.  That being said, please pray for us as we prepare for many transitions at once.  We are both excited to be moving back.  I do have a sort of sadness to be leaving Massachusetts though as I will be moving away from my family.  I will also miss several of the advantages that living near Boston has to offer (particularly the amazing public transportation system--DART doesn't even begin to compare).  

When is a toothpick not a toothpick? When it's turned into a city.

Confessions of a mommyblogaholic

I love mommy-blogs.  I seek them out, and I probably add a handful of them to my Google Reader each month.  This probably wouldn't be so strange if I were a mom, but I'm not.  I am a woman one month away from being married; shouldn't I be obsessing over wedding blogs or something?  No, I just love me a good Mom blog.  

Good mommy-blogs carry certain characteristics.  Being a mom who blogs does not earn you a spot in my blog reading list.  If your blog consists of mostly give-aways, there is no way you make the cut.  If you have more than two children and you homeschool them your chance of passing my quality control tests are much higher (extra points if you are Catholic and celebrate lots of feast days!)  I also enjoy reading the blogs of moms of multiples.  Let's face it; being a mom of multiples cannot be easy by any stretch of the imagination, which automatically ups the interest-factor.  One of the biggest requirements, however, is that you must be able to write in a way that hooks me.

One might question why I spend so much time reading these blogs.  Over the past few months, I have begun to wonder the same thing.  I have come to a few conclusions.  The first one is probably pretty obvious; kids do amazing things and no one can relay that amazingness better that the people who brought them into this world.  Another possibility, and probably the most accurate conclusion, is that I want to be a mom; I pray that God blesses my upcoming marriage that it may be fruitful.  I love children and cannot think of a greater blessing than to get to parent one or many with the love of my life by my side.  Most other conclusions I have come to pale in comparison to this one so I think I'll leave it at that.

The Mary month of May

May is the month dedicated to the Most Blessed Mother, and in her honor, I will be posting various Marian hymns throughout the rest of the month.

On this Day, O Beautiful Mother.

On this day, O beautiful Mother,
On this day we give thee our love.
Near the, Madonna, fondly we hover,
Trusting thy gentle care to prove.

On this day we ask to share,
Dearest Mother, thy sweet care;
Aid us ere our feet astray
Waner from thy guiding way.

Queen of angels, deign to hear
Lisping children's humble prayer;
Young hearts gain, O virgin pure,
Sweetly to thyself allure.

Rose of Sharon, Lovely flow'r,
Beauteous bud of eden's bow'r;
Cherished lily of the vale,
Virgin Mother' Queen we hail.

In-vain the flow'rs of love we bring,
In-vain sweet music's note we sing,
If-contrite heart and lowly prayer,
Guide-not our gifts to thy bright sphere.

Fast our days of life we run,
Soon the night of death will come;
Tower of strength in that dread hour,
Come with all thy gentle power.

Twitter?

Would anyone care to explain the allure of Twitter to me?  I have read a few articles about it on CNN and heard about it on the news.  I know some people describe it as "micro-blogging" and others describe it as an alternative to updating their facebook status.  I just don't understand why I should be interested in the fact that you are brushing your teeth or that you are eating dry Cheerios with chopsticks.  Now I can't say that I am totally immune to the allure of micro-blog-esque activities--I do update my facebook status.  The thing is that I would never update my facebook status to tell people that I was washing my face or twiddling my thumbs.  From what I have read about twitter, people do "tweet" those sorts of activities.  Perhaps one day I will be less put off by the realm of Twitter, but for today, I just want someone to explain its draw on the masses.

On writing...

For someone who fancies herself a writer, I don't get around to writing very often.  I think a lot about all the things I could write--the things I should write, and yet I never seem to get around to writing any of them.  That inability to push myself from the idea to the actual writing is incredibly constricting.  Sometimes I feel like I am stuck in a trunk or a chest, and my ideas are slowly suffocating me.  To say the least, it is frustrating.

This past year I have read a few books and articles on writing in hopes that they might inspire me to put my ideas down on paper, but instead of being inspirational and motivating, they have left me with the idea that I still don't know enough about writing to actually write something worthwhile. I still think of myself as a writer, but perhaps in reality I am a coward without enough guts to put into words what I really think and believe for fear of ridicule and rejection.

I suppose this revelation has been good for me. Once one admits to her cowardice, she can take steps to overcome it, and that is what I plan to do.  I made a goal for myself today; I have committed to writing something each and every day.  It needn't be long, and it needn't be a masterpiece--it just needs to be something.  With that said, I don't promise to share everything that I write, but I will leave it open as a possibility.

Hilarious Commercial

This commercial cracks me up. Especially because Goliath is wearing pinstripes.

Photo of the day

I took this photo at the National Museum of China.  It is amazing how in a country whose policies do not emulate many of the teachings of the Church, a beautiful image such as this can be found in their National Museum.  I got chills when I first saw it.

Photo of the day

Diaper boxes were a great hideout back in the day.  

Photo of the day- An oldie but a goodie edition.

This photo of Andie and me was taken a few years ago on UD's campus.  I used to joke with people that I was going to start giving tours of all the bizarre art on campus.  I do believe on that night I introduced some people to "Ode to Joy" infront of  the library and that awful statue of the boy reading and the girl feeding a squirrel.  By the by, the nubian goats featured here are named Chloe and Lucinda.