Friday, September 23, 2011
...and STILL dealing with morning sickness. I'm better than I was, much better, but still quite queasy every single day. If you have a spare one, please say a prayer for me. First, think of the hungry and dying and those in purgatory, pray for the sick and suffering, for the unborn and for the pope's intentions. Pray for this country and for your children, the poor, the lonely and those who have nobody to pray for them. Pray for purity and peace in this world, for an increase in religious vocations and for the fidelity to Christ of the priests we have now. Pray for your enemies and for the grace to forgive. Pray for your parents and in gratitude for all the blessings you have received and when you're done with all that if you have any prayer left in you, please offer a short little prayer for me. Thank you.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Did you know you have to clean your oven by hand before using the "self clean" function? Well, you do, especially if the bottom is coated in olive oil. We had an exciting oven grease fire this morning and the auto lock prevented us from opening the door to put it out, which probably saved our home if not our lives as we read later that opening the door would have been the worst thing we could have done. It went out on its own after we turned the oven off. And I'm sure my freaking out in front of it helped a great deal, too.
All that's left now is lingering smoke and my legs feel like jello. I panic well. It's a gift. My husband, on the other hand, has all the nerves of a cucumber. In fact, he's the one who saw the fire. "Oh," he says casually,"there's a fire in there." I thought he must be talking about a child's drawing or something as nobody would talk so calmly about a REAL FIRE! "Well, one of us needs to stay calm," he told me later. Yes, and apparently the other of us needs to panic.