You want chickens.
You know you do.
Here's your opportunity to buy some pretty little hens that got their start at Honeysuckle Run!!!!!
Take a look at our Craigslist advertisement refering to some of the girls we've put up for adoption.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Timely Philosophy
At the beginning of the winter, they warned us about the imminence of global warming.
Here at the conclusion of February, they're telling us that the earth is headed into a new ice age.
All the murmuring taken into consideration last night, my husband informed me,
"As any good philospher would tell you, Honey, science was never intended to predict the future. That's why the weathermen always end up looking like fools."
Here at the conclusion of February, they're telling us that the earth is headed into a new ice age.
All the murmuring taken into consideration last night, my husband informed me,
"As any good philospher would tell you, Honey, science was never intended to predict the future. That's why the weathermen always end up looking like fools."
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy St. Valentine's Day!
"Our hearts are restless until they rest in You, O God."
-St Augustine
Hershey's Kisses, strawberry pancake breakfast, red and pink construction paper, and yet-to-be-baked St. Valentine cake* aside, we are trying to keep in mind the utter reality of the words St. Augustine wrote nearly two millenia ago.
*recipe taken from "Cooking with the Saints" by Ignatius Press
Monday, February 11, 2008
Being Un-Plugged Leads to Ridiculous Conversations
I can't believe we were reduced to this one, but last night, The Husband and I were trying to figure out if Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana were the same person....
We agreed that MC must be a real-life girl who plays the role of HM, and that they're both singers - although we dont REALLY know for sure.
We agreed that MC must be a real-life girl who plays the role of HM, and that they're both singers - although we dont REALLY know for sure.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
College Notes - a Lesson in Detachment
And the timing really couldnt be much better. I mean, Lent DID begin yesterday, and i'm always in need of harsh lessons in spiritual reality. But let me start at the beginning:
I kept all my college notes.
Notebook after immaculate notebook full of the most pristine notes you've ever seen. I've always prided myself on my excellent note-taking ability. Thurough, integral, tri-colored script is what filled every last one of my college notebooks that i kept neatly in a cardboard box and tucked away in the basement with all of my other important-but-not-refered-to-daily documents.
Epistemology, metaphysics, ecclessiology, american history, embryology, medical bioethics, Christology - you name it, it was kept. I justified the space they took up in our already overflowing basement by saying that those notebooks WERE my college educuation... that i paid multiple 10s of thousands of dollars FOR THE INFORMATION THAT FILLED THOSE VERY NOTEBOOKS.
That's what i got away with thinking until yesterday.
Imagine my surprise when, coming home from Mass, i descended the basement stairs and found it to be a watery wasteland. (Not that i should have been entirely shocked - we've been under a flood warning for days and we get soaked out at least once every 6 months.) Toys afloat, area rugs awash in rainwater, electronics miraculously spared, and maternal fuses growing exponentially shorter by the millisecond.
The details of the rest of my very penitential day aside*, be it known that my heart was nearly rent from my chest when i found my cardboard treasure chest ON THE FLOOR (!) and in the last-to-be-investigated shadows of our overstocked basement.
My perfect notebooks, worthy of preservation for generations to come, able to impart knowledge theological to anyone willing to read and at less then 1/2000th the cost of a Bachelors Degree, were utterly waterlogged. Smeared. Soggy. Disgusting. Unsalvageble.
Fortunately for me (and - let's be honest - for everyone else in our house), i took this most wretched of discoveries and allowed the grace of God to impart to me the wisdom that theology is best learnt on one's knees.
No notebooks necessary.
And I thank Him for that.
*penitential day details - 1.) flaggrantly disobedient son who's disobedience could have been used to sanctify me had i let it 2.) I was starving - it was Ash Wednesday 3.) The brand new furnace of the downstairs unit of our rental mysteriously stopped functioning 4.) The upstairs unit of our rental barely missed going down in history by warranting an eviction hearing 5.) Said upstairs unit was left utterly destoryed (8 giant fist-punch holes in wall, filthy, full of an overused and unemptied cat litter box, whiskey bottles a-plenty strewn about, etc etc etc) by ungrateful and pitiable tenants whom i should really be praying for instead of complaining about. 6.) I was still starving. 7.) Did i mention that this is the 3rd time in 14 months that our basement has taken in massive amounts of water?
I kept all my college notes.
Notebook after immaculate notebook full of the most pristine notes you've ever seen. I've always prided myself on my excellent note-taking ability. Thurough, integral, tri-colored script is what filled every last one of my college notebooks that i kept neatly in a cardboard box and tucked away in the basement with all of my other important-but-not-refered-to-daily documents.
Epistemology, metaphysics, ecclessiology, american history, embryology, medical bioethics, Christology - you name it, it was kept. I justified the space they took up in our already overflowing basement by saying that those notebooks WERE my college educuation... that i paid multiple 10s of thousands of dollars FOR THE INFORMATION THAT FILLED THOSE VERY NOTEBOOKS.
That's what i got away with thinking until yesterday.
Imagine my surprise when, coming home from Mass, i descended the basement stairs and found it to be a watery wasteland. (Not that i should have been entirely shocked - we've been under a flood warning for days and we get soaked out at least once every 6 months.) Toys afloat, area rugs awash in rainwater, electronics miraculously spared, and maternal fuses growing exponentially shorter by the millisecond.
The details of the rest of my very penitential day aside*, be it known that my heart was nearly rent from my chest when i found my cardboard treasure chest ON THE FLOOR (!) and in the last-to-be-investigated shadows of our overstocked basement.
My perfect notebooks, worthy of preservation for generations to come, able to impart knowledge theological to anyone willing to read and at less then 1/2000th the cost of a Bachelors Degree, were utterly waterlogged. Smeared. Soggy. Disgusting. Unsalvageble.
Fortunately for me (and - let's be honest - for everyone else in our house), i took this most wretched of discoveries and allowed the grace of God to impart to me the wisdom that theology is best learnt on one's knees.
No notebooks necessary.
And I thank Him for that.
*penitential day details - 1.) flaggrantly disobedient son who's disobedience could have been used to sanctify me had i let it 2.) I was starving - it was Ash Wednesday 3.) The brand new furnace of the downstairs unit of our rental mysteriously stopped functioning 4.) The upstairs unit of our rental barely missed going down in history by warranting an eviction hearing 5.) Said upstairs unit was left utterly destoryed (8 giant fist-punch holes in wall, filthy, full of an overused and unemptied cat litter box, whiskey bottles a-plenty strewn about, etc etc etc) by ungrateful and pitiable tenants whom i should really be praying for instead of complaining about. 6.) I was still starving. 7.) Did i mention that this is the 3rd time in 14 months that our basement has taken in massive amounts of water?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
It wouldnt be February
if i didnt surrender one entire week of family life to the flu.
Meanwhile, here's the official link for the cause of canonization for Father Vincent Capodanno, a chaplain to the Marines in the Vietnam War who gave his life on the battlefield. I love this man!!!
Meanwhile, here's the official link for the cause of canonization for Father Vincent Capodanno, a chaplain to the Marines in the Vietnam War who gave his life on the battlefield. I love this man!!!
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