People tell me all the time "You're so smart, I love to talk to you." (I'm not making that up. They tell me that. Really.) They come to me for advice about home schooling, parenting, life, or matters of faith. I'm really not sure why. Here are all the reasons lately why those same people have told me I'm wrong and going to Hell. They're also the reasons that if you're coming here for wisdom, you probably should go somewhere else.
- I'm in favor of traditional marriage and am therefore a big ol' bigot and religious zealot. Doesn't matter my reasoning....seriously..........h.a.t.e.r.
- I have gay friends and (gasp!) let them around my children. I even trust them around my children. I happen to think they're some of the nicest people I know. I really like them. They're great people. I wish we could hang out more often.
- I'm a crazy conservative Catholic who wears a mantilla to Mass and is obviously trying to drag us back into the Dark Ages. (Bring on the Inquisition!)
This Momma has got chutzpah. Rebecca Frech, you may have inspired me to create the "St. Teresa of Avila Spare the Snark, Spoil the Child" award for having it - I use St. Teresa of Avila because of the story where one day as she was riding in a storm and praying for safety, she slipped off her ass and fell in the mud. Looking towards the heavens, she shook her fist and said to God, "If this is how You treat Your friends, no wonder You have so many enemies!"
But - from her cover photo, it appears that she still has a lovely figure after seven kids.
Bitch.
But I still love her blog.
5 comments:
she doesn't like me because Larry D hates me. But whatever. I still like her blog. Larry D, not so much. I don't think whining is manly.
Who's Larry D.? I note she also read (past tense) that blowhard over at the Lair of the Catholic Caveman, who thankfully closed down his blog.
Crescat. I do like you. When did I say I didn't? I thought something you wrote was interesting in its wording, but I've been reading you off and on since the Cannonball awards. Larry's my friend, but I'm my own woman.
TDH - I loved the Cavemen. They reminded me of my drill sergeant dad, rough around the edges but marshmallows underneath.
Thank you so much for the kind words and the link!
Oh, and my figure is lovely from the boobs up, thank you. That photo is carefully cropped to hide the saggy lumpiness underneath. I'm old enough to know how to accentuate the cuteness and leave the rest to other people's imaginations.
Because after 7 kids? Only my husband gets to see this hotness.
Yeah, but you still have long, beautiful hair, and Kat has glossy, thick black hair, and so me and my 12 strands hate the both of you! :-P
My husband has 2% body fat. I swear he just keeps me around to stay warm . . .
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