7 Quick Takes Friday (vol. 46)
As a new convert, I didn’t realize that there were different types of religious retreats. I figured that they all pretty much involved sitting in a silent monastery and reading the Bible by candlelight while hooded monks chanted the Psalms in the background. Or something. As it turns out, there are a variety of different types of retreats; some involve silence and rest, others don’t. Christ Renews His Parish is the latter.
I signed up for the CRHP retreat because I was so mentally and physically exhausted that I thought I was going to collapse; at first I was very, very worried when I arrived at the retreat center last weekend to find that it was actually a high-energy retreat with lots of activity and socializing. It turned out to be a great experience, however, because the other women there were wonderful, the organizers did a fantastic job, and I think I was able to be more open to God because I was just too tired to put up my usual defenses. I’m really glad I went…now I just need to figure out when I’m going to get some rest.
I want to apologize to all the grammar people who read my site. I occasionally get emails from kind readers who alert me to grammatical errors in my posts, and they often include personal testimonies about how much it pains them to come across bad grammar, which makes me feel awful.
So I’m going to totally apologize for all those split infinitives, the poor use of commas; and the utter ineptitude with the semicolon. And I especially ask that each person who values proper grammar extend their forgiveness for my nonchalance about using misusing plural pronouns as singular. Please bear with me as I learn to write good!
(I hope it’s clear that I’m kidding — love you guys!)
As a blogger and web designer/developer, I’m often asked for recommendations about good designers for blogs. I recently stumbled across Judith Shakes Designs and was really impressed with her work. The websites she’s done are as usable as they are beautiful, she works with a variety of blogging platforms, and the prices she lists are very reasonable for the quality of work.
I’ve never worked with her, she doesn’t know me from Adam, and I’m receiving no compensation for saying this — I just wanted to throw out my opinion in case anyone is looking for a good designer but doesn’t know where to start.
I already mentioned this on Twitter, but I keep feeling guilty about the fact that I don’t get much done during the time my babysitter is here each week. I’ve decided that the problem is that I need to rethink my to-do list. I’m going to start including stuff like:
- Find three new people to follow on Twitter
- Leave encouraging comments on five blog posts
- Post update to Twitter about not getting anything done
- Let out long, overwhelmed sigh
- Drink cup of coffee
- Call friend to complain about number of unanswered emails in inbox
- Write blog post
I think that that should cure those nagging feelings of unproductiveness once and for all!
I am not sure if my world has ever been so rocked as it was a couple weeks ago when I looked at the title of Veronica Mitchell’s blog and saw that it read Toddled Dredge. I have been reading her site regularly for years — years! — I mean, reading at least weekly since back in 2006 when she had that awesome series on Advent (y’all remember that? man, that was good) — and up until about two weeks ago I thought the title of the site was Toddler Dredge.
I have thought about this extensively and have decided that it was always Toddler Dredge and that Veronica changed it sometime within the past few weeks. If anyone tries to tell me otherwise I will become convinced that I am the victim of a vast internet-wide conspiracy and will energetically shake my fist at the computer as I cry, “That sneaky Veronica Mitchell and her internet minions can’t fool me! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!”
My two middle daughters (ages three and two) have been at Yaya‘s house for a couple days. It’s been interesting to have only a four-year-old and a five-month-old. In some ways it’s so much easier, but in some ways it’s harder since my four-year-old doesn’t have anyone to play with. I didn’t realize how much they all play together until two of them weren’t here!
Also, it reinforces to me the truth that happy families come in all sizes. I see how nice it is to have less chaos and more time for my son and the baby when it’s only the two of them (more like the way I grew up as an only child), but I’m also looking forward to when the girls get back tomorrow because the house has so much more life and energy when they’re around. I’m having trouble putting it into words, but I guess I’ve just been thinking a lot about how there are advantages and disadvantages to having both big and small families, and there really is no “right” number of children to have.
“Omit needless words.”
- E.B. White
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