My Spring Reading List!

After the heavier reading of Lent, I thought I'd like to continue some inspirational spiritual reading through the Easter season as well. 

Here's my book list!

Private and Pithy lessons from Scripture - Mother Angelica
Little Book of Life Lessons - Mother Angelica
Three to Get Married - Fulton Sheen
The Little Oratory
Diary Sister Faustina
Getting Past Perfect - Kate Wicker
The Words We Pray - Amy Welborn
Perfectly Yourself - Matthew Kelly 
Crossing the Threshold of Hope - Pope John Paul II

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7-Quick Takes - fairs, hormones and memories

  Join Jen and the other Quicktakers over at the Conversion Diary.

1. I have been pretty proud of my kids' band. Their lead guitarist, K, has been great at getting gigs for them. At 16-years-old I am impressed with her ability to get gigs and keep Sam and Gabe organized. Last night they played at the Medina County Fair in the battle of the bands. They did make it to the second round along with four other bands. They did not place in the top three. The votes were half crowd votes and half judging and since there were just 10 of us for their band we were kind of outnumbered. Still the winning band was awesome, probably kids in their late teens and 20s. It was a good experience for all of them.

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2. Rosie's favorite part was riding the pony!
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3. I'd like to put the PAUSE in MenoPAUSE. At the fair my monthly friend, whom I thought had quit visiting forever, showed up again with a vengeance and Mr. Pete kindly did a tampon run for me. He got back bemoaning the fact that there is a very real possibility that when I finally stop needing feminine hygiene products, Izzy will start. But I think at this rate we will probably overlap! Menstruation at 52 is very similar to menstruation at 14, at least for me - irregular, unpredictable, gushy. The only difference is that now for some reason it makes the veins in my legs swell and ache as well. I guess that's a bonus for wear and tear over the decades.

4. Speaking of hormonal changes and change of life - a couple of days ago the kids were all sitting around watching t.v. They still kind of lie all over each other like a pack of puppies, which is kind of funny because they are so much bigger. Anyway, Gabe turned around and looked at Izzy's long beautiful tanned legs and said,

"Good grief Iz, when are you going to start shaving your legs!"

to which Noah added, "She has hair under her armpits too!"

Gabe, seeing the perfect opportunity to take a dig at his brother replied, "Glad she does dude, because you're hairless! Practically like a baby."

Noah hung his head letting the sting sink in a little before raising his face with a little smirk, " Yea Izzy, You're more of a man than I am!"

Smacks and jabs were passed all around and then they settled down to finish watching their show.

5. I so hate for Izzy to get into the shaving business, but I guess she should start this summer before one of the cross country kids start saying things to her about it.

When I was in 7th grade I remember that my mom was going through a dark period. She dressed kind of dowdy, her hair looked like it had been styled at the local correctional facility, and worst of all, she quit shaving her legs - she didn't give up wearing nylon stockings though. So the hair looked all swirly and curly under her stockings. She wouldn't let my sister and I do anything about our leg hair either even though we WERE getting teased about it at school. My sister, ever the brave and daring one, started sneaking razors from somewhere. I'm pretty sure she got caught but that is how we started being able to shave our legs.

6. My sister reminded me of the shaving stuff a few weeks ago. Mama had a few other funny ideas back then. She started seeing a chiropractor and buying all of these vitamins and supplements. We would get up in the morning and find at least six or seven pills lined up beside our breakfast bowls that she expected us to swallow for our good health. Most of them were bearable, but one of the pills was a big squishy cod liver oil capsule. I hated that one. It never went down well. So Sis and I started flushing them away every morning. We did this every morning for months and months and months until one day there was a back up of our septic system, and when grandpa went down there to unplug it, he pulled out a great big gunky ball of cod liver oil capsules that had conglomerated together into one big mass. We sure caught it then!

7. Making some memories with my kiddos this weekend in which the computer will stay off! Back with more fun on Monday!

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