People who hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. — Faith Resnick
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t believe in reincarnation, for I dislike mice as much as I do cats!
That probably offends some of you, and for that, I apologize. Save yourself the aggravation (and time) and come back for my next post when I won’t be dissing the feline population.
How do you deal with the fear of falling?
I’m not talking about falling into poverty, or falling into sin, or falling out of touch with reality. No, I’m talking about the fear of falling — physically. You know, when your feet fly right out from underneath you and you land with a Thump on the ground.
Possibly injuring yourself. Seriously.
Don’t hate me when I admit that I’ve always been a bit jealous of people who have pretty toes.
You know, the straight kind.
A few weeks ago, my mom saw a fuchsia hanging basket and she had to have it.
In fact, she had to have two.
What’s not to like about fuchsia? They make lovely pink and purple flowers which cascade delicately over the side of a container.
Hanging fuchsia plant
The day we brought home our find, the “fun” started.
Sometimes we’re fortunate to find a place we can call ‘Home’ even though we don’t live there.
A place that satisfies our deepest yearnings. That feels so comfortable and ‘right’ we can’t imagine not spending time there.
For me, that place is Gulfport, MS, nestled on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, midway between New Orleans and Mobile.
Call me a prude, but last night’s season finale of Dallas on TNT proved to be raunchy, tasteless, shocking, and disappointing.
Have you ever seen a fight?
I don’t mean on TV or the movies. Or reading about one in a book.
I mean an honest-to-goodness fistfight.
As we were leaving Central Illinois for Mississippi, our diocese initiated a major priest-swap, switching parish priests from one church to another.
In some instances, it wasn’t a popular move.
When we were in Gulfport, we stopped by a local UPS store to check how much it would cost to send my son a Mardi Gras King Cake.
Carnival season is extra-long this year, thanks to a late Easter, so the partying and frivolity kicked into high gear before we could make it back to Illinois. And no way was I going to let Domer miss out on something he loves so much (if I could’ve shipped Dallas, both my guys would’ve been thrilled, ha!)
My mother is the latest in her family to be diagnosed with a Vitamin D deficiency.
Vitamin D, to recap what we learned in health class, is the “Sunshine Vitamin.” Our bodies need D to help absorb Calcium and to strengthen our immune systems.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 