(1)So I'm on Pinterest and it's way too late and I'm thinking I could go to bed or I could start writing these, (which you are now reading tomorrow, but really it's Thursday night) and suddenly I see this and I know I have to say something to the publishers of Real Simple magazine:
A dusty candle? A dusty CANDLE? A DUSTY CANDLE?!?!? That cannot possibly be a thing that you real grown-ups worry about. Can it? Please tell me, given an extra 15 minutes of free time, that you would never dream of using it to track down an old pair of pantyhose, shove a candle inside of them and then remove said candle and say "Ah! That's better! Dust free...finally." Tell me this very second!
Wait, what? Oh my gosh. That means I'm the absolute worst housekeeper in the history of keeping house. Seriously. Because I can't even keep our bookcases, which are actual things that I've considered dusting in the past, dust free. Not to mention baseboards. Not to mention candles.
(3)Anyway, you know what? None of that even matters. Doesn't. Even. Matter. And do you why? Yes, I believe you do. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes you do! Because I inundated you on facebook AND twitter all last week with this happy, joyful, glorious fact and I'm about to do it again. 'Cause this is my blog and I do what I want....
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>He Got The Job!<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Oh my gosh. So happy. And not even in Lansing or anything stressy like that. Right here in Kalamazoo! At a private-not-government company!
So thank you, thank you, thank you for all your prayers of supplication. And for all of you that prayed requests for us, will you say a quick prayer of thanksgiving? We wouldn't want Sts. Joseph and Cajetan et. all. to feel unappreciated or let our hearts forget to be appreciative at a time like this.
(sorry. I just can't stop thinking about it)
Speaking of the hubby- here's a conversation we had the other night:
Lizzy: Aw, she's cute like an elf...
Tommy: Alf? Yeah, she kind of does look like Alf.
Me: ALF? Alf's not cute. What are you talking about? He has that weird bumpy nose.
Tommy: Yes he IS cute. I love Alf. What are YOU talking about?
Lizzy: What are you BOTH talking about? I said "elf". Who the heck is ALF???
Oh my gosh, we're so old.
(6)Hey, so yesterday I announced the winner of the curriculum giveaway, and was reminded to ask all of you experienced homeschoolin' moms to check out the comments on the original giveaway. There are a lot of moms just entering the exciting world of learnin' their youngins and they are NERVOUS. Will you throw some encouragement and some advice their way?
And also, if you read the response to the mom who struggles to manage her kids during Mass (lots of awesome tips in the comments section there, too), you might take a gander this snazzy tote from Catholic Child.
Do we love it? Yes, I believe we do!
Subject change alert.
Yesterday at naptime, I laid the baby (who turns 3 months old tomorrow) down "just real quick" so I could put Cecilia in bed, intending to come back and change her and then put her down for a nap too.
Do you KNOW what I found when I returned?
|snazzy attire courtesy of the always stylish Cari Donaldson|
Yes! An already sleeping baby.
Oh sweet, merciful Lord....you have really taken pity on this poor soul, haven't you?