I was going to write a little post about this year’s Thanksgiving, but it ended up being (no surprise here) somewhat of a CF (my apologies for the vulgarity) so I don’t particularly want to waste space on it. Funny thing is, I at least got a head’s up that things had taken a very sharp… Continue reading Thanksgiving Baking – Retaliatory Cupcakes
Let me start off by stating that I have a lot to be thankful for (bad grammar not withstanding). I have two beautiful daughters, a wonderful sister-in-law, three handsome nephews. I have some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for and a parish that has helped me through some very bleak days. I have… Continue reading Is it bad form to whine right before Thanksgiving?
One of my CCD students has a peanut allergy and is extremely reluctant to eat anything on doughnut or pancake Sundays . I don’t blame him, but I also feel badly that he doesn’t get a treat, so this Sunday I made these tasty little pastries (with some input from his Mom) early on Sunday… Continue reading Sunday Morning Baking – Cinnamon Wedges
I actively discourage whispering in the pews before Mass begins, but could not actually take umbrage with the following: Angharad: Advent starts next Sunday. Iseult: Thank goodness. Angharad: I know. We get Latin again. Iseult: I don't see why we can't have it all the time. Angharad: Yes. It's so much better. Iseult: Plus the hymns… Continue reading Overheard at Mass on Sunday
For when you've been very very bad......(and let's face it, we've all been there at least once). (Fine, maybe there are some who don't really deserve these, but they can't be over the age of two, so can that even count?)
Am I the only one who's over the whole SALTED CARAMEL EVERYTHING business? Can we move on to something else now? Please? (Didn't I whine last Thursday as well? Maybe I could make this a repeating event. Must think on it. Must also find something Silly for Sunday because I've missed two weeks now.)
Phone rings. Me: Hello Iseult: Hi Mama Me: Hi Sweetie, what’s up? Iseult: What are you making for dinner? Me: I thought you were going to Daddy’s. Iseult: I am. But what are you making for dinner? Me: I’m not sure yet. Why? Iseult: Don’t make anything I like. Me: What? Iseult: I don’t want… Continue reading An Afternoon Phone Call