What to write, what to write.
You know, I find that I have to be really careful, now that I am blogging again, not to try to blog about everything. It’s hard! When it’s one’s own life it just all seems so…interesting.
(Yes, I am a great big egocentric thing.)
(I’m working on that.)
Here, then, are a couple random quotes for your reading “pleasure”. Forgive me for the insubstantiality of this post; I’m trying to get my sea legs back!
We were getting ready for the Easter vigil and Angela walked into my bathroom. Seeing my string of pearls, she exclaimed, “You’re wearing your mummified parasites!”
I turned to stare at her.
“It’s from Wild Kratts,” Cate added helpfully.
“Of course,” I said. “I should have known.”
(Angela is completely and totally 100% obsessed with the Kratt brothers.)
(She lives, and I mean lives, for the 5 o’clock hour.)
I continued to try to get everyone ready, feeling the stress and pressure of dressing for Easter Mass. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You know FULL well what I’m talking about. Glancing fretfully at the clock on my nightstand, I began yanking a brush through my daughters’ hair and muttering, stream-of-conscious-like, about how we HAVE to leave in fifteen minutes and it’s gonna be PACKED and where are their SHOES…
Abruptly I stopped. “You know what, Cate?” I demanded. She said nothing, thankful (I’m sure) for the blessed respite from her mother’s brush.
“I should just settle down,” I continued. “I mean, really. No one is holding a knife to my throat. We’re on our way to the Easter vigil! This is a beautiful thing! So what if we don’t get the perfect pew? That’s the worse thing that could happen…”
“Actually,” my husband remarked, adjusting his tie. “We could get into a car accident and all die on the way there. That’s the worse thing that could happen.”
Um, okay.
For anyone wondering where Angela gets it…now you know.
HA!!! That sounds like something I would say…my husband is the king of silver linings, and I am the queen of clouds. 🙂
By the way – your word verification is "bonvie" – I thought you would appreciate that. 🙂
That husband cracks. me. up. 🙂 I think I would have swatted him.
It IS une bonne vie, isn't it, Katie? 🙂
At least you only have one who is obsessed. I have FOUR. In fact, the younger two are playing Wild Kratts right now. I think I live in a zoo.
🙂
Ahhhh, Margaret! I'm so glad you are back online. I have my own mumified parasites and I'll never think of them in any other way, now.
And, yes, Sunday morning was a tad bit crazy. However, the kids were amazingly well behaved during Mass, so my SIL and I were very thankful to hear what was read and spoken.
Happy Holy Week!
Funny! And to my way of thinking, you can write anything. I don't care what it might be. I'm just glad you're back.
Thank the Lord that my children are not the only ones who are slaves to the Kratt brothers programming schedule! Three of mine are completely enthralled . . .
Glad to see you back, Margaret. 🙂
Happy Easter Margaret! So happy to be reading your blog again. I actually gave up reading blogs for lent. Very difficult. Happy we are both back. You make me laugh.
I have big Wild Kratt fans here also!
God Bless,
Kirsten
Huge Wild Kratts fans here! I actually love that my kids are enjoying it. It tickles me to no end that even though 6 year old BigBoy is the most delighted with the show, everyone, even the 13 year old, sits down to watch it. I remember when the giant one was mesmerized by Zaboomafoo and the Kratt Brothers. Chris and Martin have no idea how sentimental they make me!
BTW… I always feel the same way after taking a break from blogging.
I love the Kratts too!! My kiddos gave up cartoons for Lent, so we haven't watched them for a loooong time now….
I know they are married, but I always wonder what their wives are like and about their personal lives.
Oui! 🙂