Yes! The day I have been waiting for since shortly after we signed our mortgage, the garage is no more. J’s brothers came out late Monday night and were up bright and early on Tuesday taking things down. It went pretty fast, but the guys were sore by the end of the day. I am thankful that it is down. It was such an eyesore and not useful for much of anything. Our neighbors seem to be pretty happy too. Hopefully the garage being down will hide the fact that our front porch really needs to be painted.

The first two pictures show the damage inside the garage. It looks like it sprung a leak at some point, with the prior owner, and it was never fixed. Some of the blocks in the foundation turned to dust at the touch, scary! As you can see in the bottom shot (even though it is a bit dark) the back yard is opened up a lot more. From my kitchen window, you can see the whole back yard, so I will not forget the garden this year (hopefully!)

Well, except for a picture of the boy sunning himself on a rock, we did not take any pictures this weekend. I thought about, the girls dressed in matching dresses, the boy handsome in a sweater and tie, but in the end, I just didn’t get the camera pulled out.

We went to Church for Holy Thursday and Good Friday. K was so excited to be able to venerate the Cross. When we got back to our pew, he whispered to me, “Mama, I wasn’t even shy!” I of course, held back tears as my two little ones venerated the Cross.  They love Jesus with all of their little hearts and worried so much about them this past week, as he was whipped and hurt.

On Holy Saturday, we prepared for Easter, baking bread, making Easter Pie and boiling eggs. I also made baklava this year! I “cheated” and used store bought phyllo dough, even then, it was time consuming, but totally worth it.

We went to the Vigil mass, where Joshua chanted the Exultet and the kids were mostly behaved. K fell asleep shortly before communion, but the girls were up and awake through the whole thing. After we enjoyed some snacks in the church hall, then came home and ate Easter Pie while visiting with friends. The kids fell asleep on the couch around 1 am and we hung out until about 2, then our friends left.We still had to put together the baskets and hide them. The kids had a great time looking for them and finding what presents they received for Easter. (A set of toy dishes for M and Legos for K and C, little and big blocks, respectively).

We ate our Easter Pie for breakfast as well as  hard boiled eggs and candy. We played with the new toys then sacked out on the couch during nap time, recovering from our sugar comas. I have to say that since I was pregnant with C, I have had a low tolerance for candy and soda, too much sugar for me and I just feel sick for a while after, so I only had a few pieces.

After we woke up, we started getting dinner ready. We had the traditional steaks, potato and asparagus with baklava and fresh fruit tarts for dessert. We also had a guest, our friend, Fr. Schalk from Delaware  (OH) came to visit. We had a great time with him. While J and I were putting the finishing touches on dinner, Fr. Schalk turned in to the cool uncle who comes to visit and the kids attacked him, it was great. (As a side note, it is wonderful seeing a young priest living his vocation and loving Jesus with his whole heart and not being afraid to  hang out with the kids for fear of “rumours”).

We visited for a while then Father had to leave, K had been sent to his room earlier and C was out, so it was just us two and M. Margaret did a great job of singing for us “Stainless the Maiden”, it was wonderful to hear her sing.

We finished the night with the end of “The Robe” (we had been watching it through out the day) then watched a Star Trek. K joined us for the second show and stayed up with Papa for “Short Circuit” and I headed to bed.

Happy Easter Monday everyone!

Palm Sunday brought us a special visit from a Very Special Priest Friend.

We were supposed to go to Mass in Columbus, but M threw up 15 minutes before we were to leave, so I took K and went to Mass here. After that fine “treat”, we came home and found that M was feeling a bit better and resting on the couch. We ate a quick breakfast then began to prepare for the visit of our Very Special Priest Friend (VSPF). In the mean time, Joshua went to the 11 am Mass (for which I owe him big time). Oh and we tried to get a hold of VSPF, but he was giving a retreat, and did not get our message. When he arrived, he was fine with staying for dinner.

Our visit was wonderful and the kids rallied and felt better by the time he arrived. K woke up from his nap and said “Is Father here!!??!!” and ran down stairs. M had to be coaxed to come down, but she did and had a great time sharing books with Father. C played around Father, but did not warm up to him until later, but that is that way she is with everyone new.

Father encouraged us in our decision to home school and that is always nice. We also talked of how “open” the world is now, with the internet. Hence, the reason our friend is called VSPF, so if he is Googled, I would rather this blog not come up and I am sure he feels the same way.

After a nice dinner, we took pictures, shown above, including, K, possible future priest. I have no idea how to make them bigger, but if you click on the, they will be full size. (Sorry for my ineptness).

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your eyes, for I have happy news to share. The Facefamily is welcoming another little one to our family! He/She should be making his/her debut in Mid-September.

The first trimester is long gone and mostly a happy memory. I felt bad for a few weeks then things went back to normal. I am on to week 14 and feeling great! We had our first Midwife appointment today and all is well with both the baby and myself.

The other Facekids are very excited. Nearly every day they climb on to my lap and talk with the baby. Faceboy has asked for a baby brother and likes to have us draw pictures of what the baby looks like. (Thankfully he doesn’t have too high of standards, as an artist, I am not).

Thank you and please keep us in your prayers!

**Edited to make sense**

Tonight I went to our parish mission and it was so awful that I had to leave early. We were told, by the mission priest,  that Jesus did not know he was divine until He all of a sudden had all sorts of scripture infused in his mind. Who the heck ordained this man? Who the heck lets him go out and preach lies to a uncatechized masses who do not know any better?

When I arrived home, after venting to my husband, I found this wonderful quote :

“By that blessed vision which He enjoyed when just received in the womb of the Mother of God, He has all the members of the Mystical Body continuously and perpetually present to Himself.” – Venerable Pope Pius XII

The rest of the article can be found here: http://www.ewtn.com/faith/teachings/incaa2.htm

Of course, I sat through that part, just taking it all in but I had to leave when he decided that it was time for all of us to “stretch”.  It was yoga, simple yoga, but yoga nonetheless.

http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/religion/re0275.html

Priests, lay leaders, listen up: The people of the church do not want fluff. We want true teachings. We want the hard truths. We want authentic Christianity. We do not want something watered down to make us feel good about ourselves. If we wanted that, we would join another church.

A  priest needs to  have respect and dignity for his office, it is not a stage, but a bridge between heaven and earth.

In case I forgot to mention (and I know I have), I am taking a few classes on line to prepare for a degree completion program, woohoo. One of the classes I am taking requires that I go to see a production of some sort from a list provided. Yea! Well, not so yea! I made plans to go to see a play in Columbus with a friend of mine and shortly after the plans were set, I saw the weather forecast for 14 inches of snow.

For those who do not know, four inches of snow will shut down central Ohio for at least 12 hours.

After trying to figure out what would work the best and checking road conditions, I decided to make the drive down. Surprisingly, the roads were not too bad and the drivers, pretty good. (Except for the ones who didn’t brush off their headlights or bother turning them on.) Sure, it took a bit longer, but I also hit Cols in the middle of rush hour. The roads were plowed or treated, the people were driving both reasonably and prudently. It was great! I made it to Patty’s, picked her up, headed for dinner and the play. The side roads by her were somewhat plowed but passable. No slipping, no sliding.

After the play, I took her home and headed back. I had originally planned on spending the night, but saw that we were supposed to get six more inches of snow overnight. I decided it would be best to head home before that fell to make sure I would make it home. (We were supposed to present at a Pre-Cana Class this morning, but because of the weather, it was cancelled.)

Franklin County roads and Delaware County roads were just fine. Marion County? Marion County must be the red headed step child of the Ohio Department of Transportation. Most of my route home is along US 23 where it is limited access, so mostly freeway like, with a few “at grade” crossings. When I crossed in to Marion County, the road that has been mostly clear a few miles before, became completely snow covered. Not the blowing and drifting kind, just simply, snow  packed down by traffic. Lanes? There are lanes? Huh? I didn’t see pavement at all. Not one bit!

SR 95 was the same way, hardly any plowing. Interesting. I made it home though in one piece and am thankful for that!

A few things I saw, though, that did irk me:

1. Person driving 25 on the freeway, in Franklin County where the roads were mostly wet, and the traffic speed was about 40 – 45. And said person was driving a LAND ROVER! Aren’t those made for snow?

2. Person tried to pass me on US23 where it was totally snow covered and we weren’t actually driving in lanes. When he got next to me, we must have been 4 inches apart. I admit, I yelled at him. Don’t endanger my life because you want to be the leader of the 40 mph line.

3. Multiple jacked up trucks that passed me and moved in front of me, not allowing an assured clear distance and shot slush/ice/snow/salt up at my windshield, blinding me for 10 seconds.

Those with the aforementioned lack of proper snow removal, not to shabby.

Since I am also at the end stages of a cold, I opted to stay inside with C, who is also at the end stages of a cold, while Joshua took the other two outside. I think I will go check on them now and see what sort of fun they are having. (From the comfort of a window of course!)

Well, I can tell you that today was anything but ordinary for the Facefamily. We started the day out early and headed to the south side of Columbus, to a town called Grove-tuky, I mean, Grove City. There my friend Patty fed us some yummy chili and even more yummy cookie bars. (Complete with spelling time, so the kids wouldn’t understand. Pretty sure the first words they will spell will be cookies, ice cream, treat and candy.) Joshua helped Patty with things around the house while I kept the kids occupied. It was actually pretty easy since Patty has this awesome second floor with nothing to keep the kids from running, rolling, crab walking and playing “ring around the rosary”.

After we left Patty’s house, we went to the Vigil Mass at Holy Family in Columbus. Mass was wonderful, except I have a one year old who screams and screams and screams. Not unhappy per se, just does not want to sit in the pews. Any tips?

Since we knew it was going to be a late night, we decided to stop for dinner. Where to stop? Where to stop? Joshua suggested BigBoys and I was all like “HECK YEAH!” and may have actually clapped. I love Big Boy, I really do. On our sllloooow drive up High Street, through The Short North, Campus (which, I have to admit is pretty darn nice looking these days) and North Campus, I decided to text our favorite seminarian to invite him to dinner. After some hilarity, the type seen from time to time on Three’s Company, we arranged a meet up point to pick him up.  (Note to self and others don’t assume someone has your phone number saved in their phone, even if you know they have in the past ;))

Dinner was fun, Karol was THRILLED to learn about the invention known as the Salad Bar. Lettuce and hard boiled eggs? The kid was in heaven.

I was elected to drive home. So, we dropped our favorite seminarian off at the PCJ (one of my favorite places on this earth) and headed home.

On the ride home, I couldn’t wait to get home and in to bed. The kids mostly agreed at two of them fell asleep in the car and one, well, one she serenaded us with music from Advent “O Come Divine Messiah”, Star Trek – TNG (she hummed the opening song), Storytime “Put your finger on your head on your head…” and many more. If I could bottle this type of entertainment and sell it, we’d be rich. Alas,  we finally got home, the kids snug in bed, me, resting in comfy pajama pants, and now I can’t sleep.  Off to read something. Have  a great night.

I do not know how many of you are on Facebook. If you are, though, you may have noticed lots of women have a color as their status update. This supposed to be their bra color. The premise behind this is to help make more awareness for Breast Cancer. I will go on record as saying, there was a huge sadness in my heart to see so many woman participate in this “meme”. First, I will state my reason then I will post the comments of two very wonderful, striving to be holy, men and their takes on the subject.

My bra color is only to be known to my husband. Other men do not need to know what color bra I am wearing, nor for that fact, do other women. I know, just reading colors, I pictured what sort of a bra that my woman friends are wearing. Not in a sexual way, just in a “hmmm, wonder what that looks like?”. However, for some men who are reading this status update, this is a slippery slope. We cannot know what is in other’s hearts and where their struggles lie. If they are trying to live a chaste life, knowing the colors of the bras that their female friends may send them down that slope to unchastity.

Now from the two wonderful, striving to be holy men:

Consider this: By telling people the color of your own undergarments, you are effectively saying to them, “it’s okay for you to think of me in a way that only my spouse or someone in my same-sex locker room should see.” Effectively, you set yourself up to be objectified.

In addition, I see it as an offense against many men who, in this day and age are struggling horribly to maintain a chaste lifestyle. As a priest, I can tell you the number of men whose confessions I’ve heard who are struggling with sex addictions. It is hell. What this whole deal has done is spurred their curiosity: “What’s the color thing about?” The whole secrecy thing makes it worse. Then the guy knows. And then he starts to think and imagine…and about people he never would have thought of otherwise.

The man quoted above, is a priest, as stated in his comments. He hears the confessions of the men struggling with purity. He knows how a simple trip to the grocery store to pick up milk can turn in to an assault on a man and his struggle for that purity. He also hears the confessions of the woman affected by the man’s struggle for purity. He knows how much one little slip can cause damage that can take time to heal.

If you don’t realize the trouble that mentioning undergarment color can cause for perfectly healthy and normal men (not to mention the majority who are less than perfectly healthy and normal), you’ve got a bit of studying up to do.

It is *not* just a color – it’s a reference to a very personal and sacred part of humanity that shouldn’t be opened up to the general public. Otherwise, why do we wear clothes at all?

The above quote is the response of another man (not a priest) to those who might say “It is just a bra color, it is not a big deal”.

Breasts themselves are not bad, in fact, they are very good. They are an important part both the feeding of a children and the intimate relationship of a husband and a wife. It is that desire for an intimate relationship between man and woman that can lead to curiosity about a woman’s breasts.  Curiosity, if not mastered, can lead to unchaste acts, be it the viewing of pornography or inappropriate actions with a woman.

Women, in particular, need to be aware of how their actions can and do affect men. The simple act of sharing your bra color with your 187 friends on Facebook may seem like just a way to support breast cancer awareness, but it can also open up that curiosity and lead to unchaste acts.

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Outside my Window….Snow! Each day we wake up to another inch or so. It is so wonderful and pretty. If only it weren’t so very cold, we could go out and enjoy the lovely snow.

Thinking…lots of things, mainly trekking back down to Columbus tonight…and wondering if I can get to Holy Family for Mass.

Thankful for…a roof over my head, a wonderful husband who loves me even when I am a shrew. Also for little 4 year old boys who talk with their hands.

From the kitchen…leftovers tonight! Turing the leftover pot roast in to Italian Beef Sandwiches, yum. Think about lunch right now and thinking that the kids will have cheese, pickles, crackers and carrots, their favorite.

Faith and learning… planning on starting back with the kids and schooling next week. We were given lots of books for Christmas/Epiphany, so it will be fun to make up more lesson plans.

Creating…I put my sewing machine away right before Christmas and plan on leaving it there for a while!

Wearing…Paris pajama pants, Mystery Spot long sleeve tee shirt.

Reading…The Faith Explained, still. 

Praying…for Mary, that she have her baby before Friday! (Please join me in this intention, if the baby comes before Friday, she is free to have him/her naturally, if the baby doesn’t come on his/her own, she is scheduled for a C-section).

Hearing…Monster’s Inc. and C making lots of fun noises.

Around the house…need to clean up for a gathering this weekend. The main floor seems to be pretty clean, just need to scrub bathrooms and floors.

One of my favorite things…when C sees food and claps her hands for some.