7 Quick Takes Friday (vol. 27)
I loooooove the song from this video, but I can’t find it anywhere. Does anyone know where I could get it? I’m pretty sure it’s called Jesus Christ, You Are My Life by Msgr. Marco Frisina and that it was the theme to World Youth Day 2005. I found a different version of it on iTunes, but can’t seem to get this exact one. Any tips?
If you were to look up “setting yourself up for failure” in an English phrase dictionary, this is what you would see:
Yaya brought this life-sized Easter bunny when she came to stay this week. It’s evidently something she’s had for a while that she wants to keep nice, so she’s adamant that the kids not touch it. It is sitting in the middle of our living room. Our older kids are ages 4, 2 and 1. This awesomely huge bunny has his own little outfit, an Easter basket, floppy ears and moveable arms and legs. And they’re not supposed to touch it.
About every ten minutes my husband and I have to run off to another part of the house to secretly laugh hysterically when Yaya reacts with shock that one of the kids is yet again playing with the rabbit. Many a joke along the lines of “Maybe we could put a mountain of candy in the middle of the floor and tell them not to look at it!” has been made.
I have to admit, I am glad that SXSW is finally over. Every year I feel all this pressure to care about it or participate somehow, despite the fact that I’m not a live music fan. It was almost unbearable when we lived downtown. I’d look out the window and see hoards of people walking from venue to venue and could hear drums and guitar riffs floating through the air at all hours, and I’d be overwhelmed with these conflicting feelings of, “I need to get in on the action! But I hate overcrowded live music shows! But I might be missing something if I don’t go!”
I thought I would escape all that when we moved out here to the hinterlands, but last week all our neighbors were buzzing excitedly about who was going to see which bands, leaving me once again with that angsty feeling of not wanting to go but not wanting to miss anything. (…And wondering which body parts they sold to be able to afford the gazillion-dollar wristbands.)
I’m hoping to be able to make it to the local farmer’s market this weekend, inspired in part by a great book I just finished, Real Food: What to Eat and Why by Nina Planck.
We’re also looking into purchasing local, grass-fed beef after tasting it at our friends’ house a couple weeks ago (they blogged about it here). It was so moist and buttery and delicious, I can’t wait to get my hands on some! I also like the idea of buying meat from animals who were treated well and slaughtered in a humane way.
Last night my husband and I left the older kids with Yaya and went to a “salon dinner” where I had the pleasure of meeting Fr. Robert Sirico and Kris Alan Mauren, founders of the Acton Institute.
I like the concept of these salon dinners: after a social hour, people are mixed up and seated at tables with six other people for dinner (nobody is put at the same table with their spouse to encourage socializing), and everyone at the table discusses the evening’s topic (in this case it was about the future of entrepreneurship). Then, after dinner, everyone gets together in a group, discusses the topic some more, and listens to a presentation by an expert on the subject (in this case it was Fr. Sirico).
In a different phase of life I’d love to host an event like this. It’s a great way to meet interesting people and hear all sorts of different perspectives on a topic.
Evidently rattlesnake is pretty tasty. So says my dad, anyway. He once killed one when he was working on a friend’s ranch in Mexico and the family cook deep-fried it for him. Evidently the pieces of meat started “crawling” in the pan when they put salt on them! Yuck.
Although evidently he’s not the only one who thinks it’s good — here’s a rattlesnake recipe page. Umm…where does one acquire the meat for these recipes??
According to the Parents’ Sleep Index it feels like I got about six hours of sleep last night, even though I really only got five. I think that’s about right. I’m really tired, but not as tired as I would feel if I only got five hours of sleep and wasn’t expecting it. Funny how that works.
I look forward to reading your posts!
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