smockmomma: January 2006 Archives

"It is not so much an excellent thing to know Latin, as it is a shame not to know it." -- Pope John Paul II

unfortunately, the extent of my latin ranges only from PRO TEXANA (of course) to several phrases of the gloria, the lord's prayer, and agnus dei; but only because we sing them at Mass, and even then i wouldn't recognize them without an organ playing overhead.

yesterday, i bought the most beautiful pink and silver bracelet that has four catholic medals that i've never seen before -- the bracelet is from mexico so i'm guessing these are popular medals down south. i understand the ones in spanish, but one of them has a picture of Our Lord looking heavenward and it reads: ECCE HOMO. i'm guessing it's latin for something man. is this what pilate said when presenting Christ to the crowds?

thank y'all.

"everything looks better with a panhandle on it." ~sophia dembling

heavens t'betsy! bless his 'lil pea-pickin' heart, mr. keilholtz of erik's rants and recipes, in response to the lack of response he received from a comment he posted here at the summa mamas (see the comments under "iffin' i may say so myself"), is "worried about texas."

says our darlin' little "golden" boy,

...So, when I, in one of those moods, compared the map of Texas to an oddly-cut Porterhouse steak, on a certain well-known Texan blog, I expected to at least get a barrage of funny insults, if not from the hosts of that particular blog, at least from one of the other notorious Texans of St. Blogs. Nada. Zip.

TEXAS is not only one helluva sexy and virile state, but TEXAS is also a mighty friendly state. see, TEXAS comes from the hasinai indian word "tejas," which means friends, so TEXAS' motto is "friendship." an' seein' as how we're all friends here, we wouldn't dream of gettin' into a a big ol' scuffle over sumthin' so trivial.

of course, we TEXANS know that our state is the sexiest shaped state in the country. just look at the size of that panhandle. and we're practically star shaped. who could ask for more'n that? now, you know i'd rather walk on my tongue than criticize, but just look at the shape of poor ol' californy. it looks like a parenthesis. . .it just screams "parenthetical! we're just an aside" (but i digress).

we TEXANS are so rightly proud of the shape of our state that we make watches, bricks, belt buckles, stepping stones, jewelry, topiaries, meatloaf and all sorts of cool stuff in the shape of our great state. and guess what! people from all over the world recognize it. when was the last time you ate a cookie made in the shape of iowa? that's what i thought. the only other place in the world that has such a recognizable shape is italy. and even that's in the shape of a boot -- which is likely a friendly nod from God to our cowboy boots anyhow. get bent outta shape by a jaw at the shape of our state? why, that notion's dumber'n an ol' mule starin' at a fence post.

yes, yes, and yes, my texaphilia is showing on this'n, but humor me if you will. the author known as "myself" over at hello, self takes a delightful trip down memory lane for her son AJ in a blog piece entitled "Dirt, new potatoes, irrigatin', manure, and other treasures" in which this tasty tidbit is offered:

My sister and I sometimes played cows, and licked the 2 salt-licks that Dad kept in our garage. I made her lick the yellow one, which had sulpher in it, while I took "plain." I feel pretty bad about that now. Hee.

this is the sexiest piece of legal tender in the country if not the world. it's so bold, so masculine. i simply cannot get a TEXAS coin without rubbing on it and staring at it for an embarrassing length of time. maybe it's the history behind the coin; but i don't care which state you're from, you have to see the objective sexiness here.

"BART Ads Stir Abortion Rights Battle"

as i sit here at my desk nursing donovan, i just looked down and noticed that he is missing one of his socks. it touched my heart and actually brought a tear to my eye to witness how helpless, how vulnerable, my wee ones really are. they need me for nourishment, sure, but they even need me to keep their tiny toes warm. these are the moments that make it all worthwhile.

things that can be incredibly cute at 6 months are not so terribly adorable at, say, 6 years.

a bald fuzzy head, no matter how much baby lotion you apply.
a wide toothless grin.
toes.
a wittle bit of baby juice.
boogies.
poots ... in fact, pretty much every body fluid or function loses cuteness after about a year. but this observation is not limited to body fluids and functions. reactions to behavior are also influenced by the cute factor.

if baby gets too close and tries to nurse on, let's say, mom's nose, mom giggles lightheartedly and coos, "no-no, baby, you silly willy baby!" but, if a six year old tries to explore even their own nose, it's "NO! NO!" and not funny at all.

if baby kicks pawpaw in the groin, it's "whoa-hoooaa there, good buddy, you don't know your own strength!" follwed by a "that's m'boy" chuckle. a six year old kicks pawpaw in the groin, and he's likely to get kicked back.

baby squeals with delight during Mass, people sigh "ahhhhhhhh." but, if a six year old squeals with delight during Mass, mom and dad get the "can't you control your kid?" evil eye.