tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post3224605685233237146..comments2023-10-17T02:54:55.895-05:00Comments on Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: When the grass seems greenerRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-68303293192862522732008-05-09T08:59:00.000-05:002008-05-09T08:59:00.000-05:00Dad got mine when a hospital call took him in the ...Dad got mine when a hospital call took him in the vicinity of a papist bookstore. Then he got mad at me when he found it in a drawer a while back and thought I was making a confessional statement. He forgot we were having the kitchen painted.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-66686531361577945882008-05-07T20:28:00.000-05:002008-05-07T20:28:00.000-05:00Well, I know my next home decor wish list item.Well, I know my next home decor wish list item.Reb. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06827521306898397100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-44826468416035787422008-05-07T19:26:00.000-05:002008-05-07T19:26:00.000-05:00Ha! She's in my kitchen too.Ha! She's in my kitchen too.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-61629679309954638822008-05-07T15:15:00.000-05:002008-05-07T15:15:00.000-05:00I've often wondered what would have become of my l...I've often wondered what would have become of my life if I had never married and thus been free to school myself into oblivion. I wasn't one of those girls that dreamed of getting married one day, neither did I write in flowery letters all the names of my future children. But, alas! Here I am, a Freezer Full of Chicken after all. <BR/><BR/>I keep The Virgin's picture in my kitchen. Her "Let it be unto me" strengthens me most days. And while we mothers are not much like her yet, we will be one day. No oblivion necessary. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546489539063088564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-34631849594319873262008-05-06T22:05:00.000-05:002008-05-06T22:05:00.000-05:00Even for those with the gift, celibacy is a cross....Even for those with the gift, celibacy is a cross. At the end of my exhausting, infuriating, depressing days, my husband is there to keep me from being alone. And to regularly provide me with more people to make it even harder for me to be alone. :D<BR/><BR/>But with all this Jane Austen reading you're doing, I wouldn't rule out the possibility of an honorary D.Litt. one of these years.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.com