It's a Saturday in May!

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Loveliness_buttonOn the day of the week traditionally devoted to Mary, in the month of the year traditionally devoted to Mary, Sarah has given us a most beautiful gift. She has lovingly arranged a bouquet of posts dedicated to the rosary for Our Lady--and for us. This is not a simple fair. It is a rich, complex and exquisitely crafted fair. It's not a one cup of tea fair. No, I do think it might just be fodder for morning devotions for the rest of the month. So many people have written inspiring, compelling posts about one of the Church's most beautiful devotions: the rosary. So, bookmark this post and join me there every glorious spring morning in May as we pray together and get to know Our Mother just a little better.

Thank God

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Warning: Suzanne, read no further.

Thank God the basement flooded and we had to rent an industrial strength carpet cleaner yesterday. Thank God the woman who rented it to Michael talked him into chipping in an extra two dollars for the upholstery hose attachment because "you never know when you're going to need it until you need it." Thank God that after we got the basement under control, I figured we better bring the big  machine upstairs and do those carpets, too. Might as well get our money's worth. Thank God that carpet cleaner with the hose attachment was sitting right there when Stephen threw up all over the couch.  The "only" things in his stomach? Popcorn, Skittles, and Sprite happily consumed at Prince Caspian earlier in the day. But that industrial cleaning machine? It made cleanup so much easier and more efficient and probably saved the couch from eternal demise. Thank God. He knew.

The creek did rise and then some

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The creek was flooded and the moms wisely decided to go to theplayground. The playground was flooded too, but we had our lunch with us and we did need to eat it. So we got out--just to eat--and sat at the picnic tables near the playground. It was just my seven and her seven. Funny thing, no one else was at the usually crowded playground. And then, the VWs arrived. And well, somehow, we always end up in the mud when we're under their influence;-). What is it about boys and mud? Did I mention how enticing the pond puddle was under the swing? How about the one at the end of the slide? I don't think Maryan will ever let me plan an outing again. What with two strikes and all...
But, about that tick we found crawling on a little boy: here's a local education.  Next week I'm sure the mosquitoes will be out in full force.

Happiness is...

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maternity jeans! I pulled on an old, old pair this morning before heading out to muck around in the mud. I consoled myself by noting that the label said 4P. I haven't worn anything 4P in about a million years, so who cares if this pair of jeans has a drawstring and stretch panel? At least the button isn't about to burst. And they are so very comfortable. Even better, I reached into the back pocket and pulled out a stash of cash that's probably six years old. Did you know that McDonald's has free chicken sandwiches today? I think I can even spring for some French fries to go with that! Oh happy day, we're off to see how high the creek did rise.