Nothing like trying to cobble something together the day after a successful post. No self-imposed pressure hear folks.
1. I start by sending you elsewhere to read the wisdom of the Universal Homeschool Mom translator. There are several I could add to this, many, many of which might include Latin, but I’ll save that for another day.
2. Now that the temperatures are dipping and the end of September is creeping up, I can start looking forward to fall and the migration of bats from our house. The thought had just occurred to me early this week that we hadn’t had too many in the house this year when we had two sightings in one week. One bat was already deceased and quickly disposed of and I thought well, I can handle that. Then later that night one got loose upstairs. But after a couple hours of waiting, it refused to come of of it’s hiding spot, which we suspect is in one of our closets. Taking no chances the girls and I slept downstairs. I’m still monitoring everyone’s closets and barking “SHUT THE DOOR!” and shoving blankets and pillows and heck, socks and underpants into any crevice a bat might creep out.
3. Because bats do creep under doors. I know because once a bat appeared out of nowhere in our bedroom while I was reading. I screamed for Tony and dove under the covers. His response was to come upstairs and shut the door to our room, leaving me in there alone with the bat. After the bat actually tried to attack me through the covers, it crawled under our bedroom door into the hallway where Tony was standing with a blunt object. I of course locked the bedroom door, shoved a pillow at the base of it so the bat couldn’t get back in and then told Tony he was welcome to come to bed once the bat was disposed of.
So no matter how cute and lovable a Thriller dance off makes them look, they are evil. I can’t wait until I can send my husband back up on the roof to shove more spray foam and steel wool into the crevices of our home, thus hopefully deterring them from holding their midnight raves in our attic again next year.
4. Sunday was the Nativity of Mary and yesterday was the Feast of the Holy Name of Mary. If I was some really awesome Catholic blog, we’d be all over this with a blue cake and coloring pages and crafts and deep reflective stuff. But instead, I just made a homemade gluten free ice cream cake.
It’s not pretty but man, does it kick Carvel’s butt. Happy Birthday Blessed Mother! I ate an extra piece just for you!
5. Just in case you’re curious/ hungry.
- Two quarts ice cream
- Various sundae toppings
- Whipped cream; the artificial stuff.
- Directions: Soften one quart ice cream. Crush the cookies and spread a layer on the bottom of a 9×13 pan (or smaller if you have will power). Spread a layer of softened ice cream over the cookies. Top with more crushed cookies. Add a layer of sundae topping. Freeze for about an hour. Soften second quart of ice cream. Remove cake from freezer and top with second layer of ice cream and sundae topping. Cover top of cake with a layer of whipped cream. Freeze for a couple hours. Remove and enjoy!
Our version used some homemade gluten free chocolate chip cookies that were too crumbly and a quart of Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream and a quart of chocolate marshmallow ice cream. I also used caramel and dark chocolate hot fudge for the toppings.
6. (and 7 because it’s long) I seriously suffer from a bad case of blogger envy. When I find myself obsessing over someone else’s popularity, I try to recognize my feelings as what they are, one of the seven deadly sins, and root it out with prayer and a hiatus from reading other blogs. Lately though, it seems I’ve been questioning my own content. Many bloggers that explode onto the scene write very strong opinion pieces. People either love or hate it and flock to their site with comments.
I’ve always played it safe and avoided controversy because frankly, I have enough issues in my real life that I can’t get embroiled in an online combox fight over abortion or NFP or whatever. I choose to keep it mostly positive and light-hearted around here. But maybe if I hope to reach a broader audience I need to step outside my comfort zone and tackle some tough issues. But then I wonder, do people really care what I think about these things? Who is going to be converted by my writing? When does anyone sway from their own opinion, no matter how poorly formed, by reading a blog post? It seems to me that controversial posts only cement each sides opinions even more. My conversion was a slow gradual process brought on by lots of reading and thoughtful conversations with my husband, a story repeated by several converts I know. Convincing someone of the validity of an argument, or the Catholic perspective on an issue, is futile unless that person is receptive to hearing you out. And I don’t think most people are receptive. I think most people read blogs to help more finely tune what they already believe, not to understand a different paradigm altogether.
So I guess I’ve always chosen the route of quiet example, even if it costs me some popularity and page views. But I’m wondering if I should change my longstanding policy. Thoughts?
Be sure to leave your heart felt comments below and then swing back to Jen’s for more Quick Takes brimming over with thoughtful content. (Like the Chardonnaydo, which I’m totally going to try to convince my son to make as a Lego stop motion film.)