<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:25.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of the Precipice</title><subtitle type='html'>Imagine if you will: two people. A man and a woman. Married. He's your basic Aristotelian/Ciceronian/Burkean Conservative Catholic. She defies description. Now imagine: they start a blog together . . . </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109827855964464360</id><published>2004-10-20T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T08:32:29.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhausted PrayerHeavenly Baseball Father, I, Your unprofitable servant,Am ashamed at my apostacy and unbelief.I did not believe in Your Holy Idiots, and was unclean in my doubts.You have purified me with 14 inning games, sleep deprivation, and leads narrowly clung to.Thank you, Lord, for your healing grace (and the gift of Marcaine).Your great love for your Nation was made manifest by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109827855964464360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109827855964464360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109827855964464360' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109807981300862398</id><published>2004-10-18T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:14:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer of ThanksgivingO Most Merciful Baseball Father, thou hast givenUnto thy undeserving Nation a great victory.Many signs and omens have been given, and we,Who wander like the Israelites in the desert,Had lost faith.But Thou art a Gentle Father, and have given us a rally for the ages.Thank you, O Clement One, for the Great Papi, andHis mighty shoulders, which power many dingers unto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109807981300862398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109807981300862398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109807981300862398' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109779282469060737</id><published>2004-10-14T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:27:04.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OremusO Loving Father of all that is good on the diamond, hear our prayer!The Holy Idiots of Landsdown Street are in grave danger,Falling before the mercenary hordes of the Evil One.Give them strength in this, their hour of need.St. Cronin, Perpetual Manager, and St Yaz, Most Immaculate Captain, pray for us.The man who would make himself an image of Your Son,So tough in the leadoff spot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109779282469060737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109779282469060737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109779282469060737' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109578239452087256</id><published>2004-09-21T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:10:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is very busy right now. The boys started Montessori school a few weeks ago and Claire is growing, growing, growing. She will be six months old on Sunday. Here are her latest pictures.Very Anne Geddes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578239452087256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578239452087256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578239452087256' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109578233633715540</id><published>2004-09-21T10:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:58:56.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire and Daddy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578233633715540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578233633715540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578233633715540' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109578230120223488</id><published>2004-09-21T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:58:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire surprised in the bath </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578230120223488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578230120223488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578230120223488' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-109578212241120648</id><published>2004-09-21T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:02:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Care for a bath? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578212241120648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/109578212241120648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578212241120648' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108966327587999704</id><published>2004-07-12T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:06:43.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's got her floppy hat and she's ready for sun! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108966327587999704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108966327587999704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108966327587999704' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108880953884322993</id><published>2004-07-02T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T18:05:38.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have a great 4th of July weekend!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108880953884322993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108880953884322993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108880953884322993' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108874322396538533</id><published>2004-07-01T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:40:23.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire a few minutes after birth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108874322396538533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108874322396538533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108874322396538533' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108874317850792182</id><published>2004-07-01T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:39:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire at almost three months old. Wow what a diference three months makes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108874317850792182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108874317850792182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108874317850792182' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108848430428218492</id><published>2004-06-28T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:45:04.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire's three months old. I'll have to post recent pictures soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108848430428218492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108848430428218492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108848430428218492' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108757296513033903</id><published>2004-06-18T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T10:36:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you're from Texas if...1. You  measure distance in minutes.2. You've ever had to switch from "heat" to  "A/C" in the same day.3. Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.4. You see a car with the engine running in the Wal-mart parking lot with no one in it, no matter what time of the year.5. You use "fix" as a  verb. Example: "I am fixin' to go to the store." (note: in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108757296513033903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108757296513033903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757296513033903' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108678689845483947</id><published>2004-06-09T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T08:14:58.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bees KneesMy Mom came through surgery fabulously. She even took a few steps yesterday with the help of a walker. I'll post later on the hilarity of getting her to the hospital with my grandmother in tow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108678689845483947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108678689845483947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678689845483947' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108649918029033755</id><published>2004-06-06T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:19:40.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer RequestPlease say a prayer for my Mom tomorrow (Monday) as she undergoes double knee replacement surgery.We are praying that she will get through surgery with no complications and have a smooth and quick recovery. She is going to have to do a lot of therapy and basically learn to walk again. Your continued prayers for her in the next few months would be greatly appreciated. Her name is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108649918029033755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108649918029033755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108649918029033755' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108612429949320286</id><published>2004-06-01T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:11:39.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took more pictures over the weekend. I can't stop! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108612429949320286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108612429949320286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108612429949320286' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108580418801973922</id><published>2004-05-28T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:19:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire's 2 months old She was actually two months old on Wednesday but it took me a while to figure out how to post a picture on the blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108580418801973922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108580418801973922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108580418801973922' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108558858083915638</id><published>2004-05-26T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T11:23:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How AppropriateI was on a "Baby sign" message board this morning. It's about teaching your baby sign language so it's easier for them to communicate with you before they can speak. We taught Auggie one word "please" and it was great. I wish  I had taught him more.Anyway this board had a link to the American Sign language browser. It's like a big illustrated dictionary for sign language. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108558858083915638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108558858083915638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558858083915638' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108492721711450395</id><published>2004-05-18T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:29:20.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Mackie!Five years ago we had our eldest son Mac. He was born on a Tuesday. He was tiny. He was born a month early and weighed only 4 pounds. He was absolutely perfect.There was nothing wrong with him, they kept him in the hospital for three days and then let him come home. When we brought him home, he weighed 3 pounds 15 ounces. We were amazed they let us leave with him. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108492721711450395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108492721711450395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492721711450395' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108481278552519788</id><published>2004-05-17T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:25:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I know why I don't watch T.V. in the morningThere are some things like train wrecks and car crashes that you don't want to watch but you can't help it, you're mesmerized ,you just can't turn away. ABC's "The View" is one of those phenomenons. Every few months I will happen upon it and decide to listen to these "average American" women wax on about important "issues". There is a person on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108481278552519788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108481278552519788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108481278552519788' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108145614737035327</id><published>2004-04-08T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:35:11.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank YouThings have been a bit rocky around here the last couple weeks. I really was not prepared for how much time it is really going to take to recover fully from the c-section I had. We're taking things hour by hour. I will be totally fine and then five minutes later be a sobbing mess. The sleep deprivation does not help, but I just never thought I would have to have a strategic plan for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108145614737035327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108145614737035327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145614737035327' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108068336496523251</id><published>2004-03-30T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:08:33.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire Susannah has arrived!Claire made her entrance into the world Friday March 26th at 10:15 in the morning.  It was a wild strange birth. Apparently those are the only kind I have.  The end result is a beautiful healthy baby girl who weighed 8 lbs. 1 oz. at birth and was 19 inches long. I'll give the blow by blow details below. If you aren't into that kind of thing then don't keep reading. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108068336496523251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108068336496523251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068336496523251' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-108006867232899407</id><published>2004-03-23T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:07:33.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No baby yetI have officially passed my due date. My birthday was yesterday and baby Claire has still not made her arrival. I have what I call "end stage pregnancy madness". Nothing is comfortable,  sleep is a joke and I almost screamed at Kenny today in the car because for a moment, I was convinced he was making a serious effort to hit every pothole he could spot in the road. Start praying for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108006867232899407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/108006867232899407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006867232899407' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107979859970568477</id><published>2004-03-20T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T10:07:05.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bishop Displays Absolute Inability to See Irony of StatementI laughed out loud at this. I shouldn't have, but I have a perverse sense of humor.I was looking at azcentral.com to see if by some editorial oversight they had printed my email in re: the ridiculous vice-Mayor of Mesa's op-ed piece. While there, I spotted this headline:Bishop Seeks ProbationThe article opens thusly:Bishop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107979859970568477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107979859970568477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979859970568477' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107972082501927569</id><published>2004-03-19T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:53:54.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vice-Mayor has a ConniptionA correspondant friend of mine sent me a link to an article on the azcentral.com web site. It is an op-ed piece by the Vice-mayor of Mesa, AZ, Dennis Kavanaugh. It seems the Vice-mayor is somewhat dismayed at the return of the Latin Mass in the Diocese of Phoenix.The article is an absolute screamer from a to z. A perfect weaving of popular mistaken opinion and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107972082501927569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107972082501927569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972082501927569' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107885054244329599</id><published>2004-03-09T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:47:29.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now this is a good quizWhile doing a quiz in re: What cartoon dog are you? (Peabody, by the way), linked by the Summas, I came across the following - What lesser-known Simpsons character are you?My Result:Is here. Due to some blue language, and because my wife insists that I keep the profanity down on the blog, I'll just give you the link to my result - Krusty the Clown.Krusty is one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107885054244329599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107885054244329599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885054244329599' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107877953294507717</id><published>2004-03-08T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:01:06.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you believe in hard work and hockey demagoguery? YES!My review of Miracle is up at Popcorn Critics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107877953294507717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107877953294507717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877953294507717' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107876577671440758</id><published>2004-03-08T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:16:30.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Kirsten !Our friend Kirsten or SpecialK as she's known over at Summa Mammas had a baby girl this morning! We are so excited for her as this is her first girl after three boys. Sophia Claire is her name. I am so jealous! It's my turn now! There's nothing that deflates a pregnant woman like hearing that another person has had their baby. Oh well, not too long now just a couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107876577671440758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107876577671440758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876577671440758' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107851764486335724</id><published>2004-03-05T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:35:07.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late fashion reviews and other musings about the OscarsI realize I am rather late in offering my opinion about Oscar fashion but I've been otherwise engaged with all things baby. The most pressing concern being getting this little girl to get into the right position.I watch award shows for the sole purpose of seeing what people are wearing. I will tell you a few of my favorites from Oscar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107851764486335724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107851764486335724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851764486335724' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107850528105626590</id><published>2004-03-05T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:52:10.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great Leader PresumptiveIf you needed any reason NOT to vote for John Kerry, READ THIS STORY.It's nice that these paragons of Far East journalistic impartiality have given us a clear contrast between the candidates. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107850528105626590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107850528105626590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850528105626590' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107833177022813553</id><published>2004-03-03T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T13:40:39.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great reports from the Lowest of the Fiery Depths!That wacky demon Moloch has started a blog that has lots of interesting inside 411 on how good modern times are for the child-devouring horned one.The voter guide is particularly helpful. Drop by and see what is going on at the spiritual center of the Culture of Death!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107833177022813553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107833177022813553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833177022813553' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107791499468434667</id><published>2004-02-27T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T14:51:58.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOLMiller the Curt Jester just kills me sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107791499468434667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107791499468434667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791499468434667' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107790168886568214</id><published>2004-02-27T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:10:40.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Opus Omnia, Batman!via Our Favorite Elderly OppressorThe Complete Works of John Henry Cardinal Newman are now online!!Hosanna! Gloria in Excelsis Deo!Bookmark and refer back to it often. I haven't been this happy since I found the Summa at New Advent!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107790168886568214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107790168886568214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790168886568214' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107780944466370342</id><published>2004-02-26T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T09:32:47.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My take on THE MOVIE Posted my thought on The Passion of the Christ over at Popcorn Critics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107780944466370342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107780944466370342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780944466370342' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107765508224529687</id><published>2004-02-24T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:40:03.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, that's niceIn a quest to get Terry to drink ALL of her Diet Cokes before lent, I am posting another quiz result (Check Sancta Sanctis for details of the rather tame soda drinking game).And so, we see what a life of sin will get you:Bree How Far Would You Have Come Still Bearing the Ring? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107765508224529687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107765508224529687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765508224529687' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107764152396221829</id><published>2004-02-24T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:45:54.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Book Quiz, Got One of My FavsTook a What-Book-are-You kinda quiz that I got from my new favorite priest blog (sorry Father S), Catholic Ragemonkey.My result was:You're Fahrenheit 451!by Ray BradburyHaving wanted to be a firefighter much of your life, you've recentlydiscovered the job wasn't exactly what you were looking for. While ignorance seems likethe result of oppression, it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107764152396221829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107764152396221829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764152396221829' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107763840138023451</id><published>2004-02-24T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:04:58.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Canadian Jewish Columnist has LOST HIS MIND!"It is quite obvious that columnist Ezra Levant of the Calgary Sun has completely lost his mind.Totally gone off the tracks. How else could you explain this review of "The Passion of the Christ" where he ABSOLVES THE MOVIE OF CHARGES OF ANTI-SEMITISM. I mean, the guy went to Hebrew school, for crying out loud! And he says the rendition of the Seder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107763840138023451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107763840138023451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763840138023451' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107763764786923082</id><published>2004-02-24T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T09:49:28.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About Time, DubyahApparently, President Bush's polling now shows that the Federal Marriage Amendment is a winner.That sounds a little cynical, I know. And I know he assured Deal Hudson and Peggy Noonan and K-Lo and everybody last month that he was on board. But it is an election year, and so I imagine that Karl Rove is vetting everything past the polls these days.But, regardless of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107763764786923082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107763764786923082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763764786923082' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107756007290333737</id><published>2004-02-23T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:20:36.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being and Time for a Beer BongI found this quiz over at The Old Oligarch. I took it twice (as the answers were not always very satisfying), with two different results:You are Martin Heidegger! Your reputation isstained a bit by the fact that you were amember of the Nazi party, but yourgroundbreaking Being and Time is stillread by a whole lot of people. You overuse thehyphen, and make up a lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107756007290333737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107756007290333737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756007290333737' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107755806856634527</id><published>2004-02-23T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T11:43:08.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Kerry, War HeroI have no military chops with which to criticize John Kerry. Never served. Wouldn't be right for me to presume to call into question anyone's service.This guy, however, does have the chops.I don't like John Kerry. If he was a Republican, I wouldn't like him. If he was pro-life, I wouldn't like him. Massachusetts is heaped full of negative stories about John Kerry. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107755806856634527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107755806856634527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755806856634527' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107755539003474388</id><published>2004-02-23T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:58:54.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advice on Preparing for the PassionSome thoughts from Barbara Nicolosi on preparing oneself to see the "Passion of the Christ".Very good thoughts, here. Warnky and I are going to see it after mass Wednesday night. Lizzie is not going to go until after the baby is born. Wise decision, I think. I'll let y'all know what I think of it. Or not. I'll make that call after the movie. But if it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107755539003474388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107755539003474388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755539003474388' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107723578334992816</id><published>2004-02-19T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:12:41.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Princess Peanut Part 2Well, all the praying and wacky exercises worked. The princess has turned! I went in yesterday to check and sure enough she'd wriggled down to the right position. Now I'm just praying for her to stay right where she is. Only four more weeks to go. Whoo Hoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107723578334992816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107723578334992816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723578334992816' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107712001942859162</id><published>2004-02-18T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T10:03:25.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Princess Peanut"We've referred to the baby as "Peanut" since the beginning. She is definitely proving to be a princess. We tried the ice trick last night on the top of my uterus and she hated it! She was rolling around and then I wasn't sure if it was her little rear or head that was under the ice. Anyway, I'm going to go in this afternoon and see what her position is this week. Say a prayer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107712001942859162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107712001942859162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712001942859162' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107669083737497048</id><published>2004-02-13T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:59:14.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obstinate ChildrenPeople say all the time that children reveal their personalities early. In this case I can tell you already that I have a strong willed child. She's not due to make her entrance into the world for 5 more weeks and she's already giving me trouble.I last saw my Midwife two weeks ago and we did a quick sonogram to confirm that the baby was in a "head down" position. She was and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107669083737497048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107669083737497048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669083737497048' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107648040541166794</id><published>2004-02-11T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:17:44.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I absolutely refuse to......watch movies where children are pure evil. My husband is at this moment watching "The Omen". Talk about insomnia. I have yet to watch this movie all the way through. If I know a movie is based on an evil kid or childlike character I won't watch it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107648040541166794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107648040541166794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648040541166794' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107634798725692698</id><published>2004-02-09T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:35:57.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personal hygiene right before MassYesterday I went to confession before Mass at our Cathedral downtown. I was in line when a friend sitting next to me pointed out the older man sitting about 6 pews in front of us. He said "that man is clipping his fingernails" I replied with a "no way" but then I heard it, the unmistakable clickety-clack of those fingernail clippers. EEWWW! In what world does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107634798725692698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107634798725692698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634798725692698' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107592360263329877</id><published>2004-02-04T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T13:47:05.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, the Places You'll Go (or have gone)!create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107592360263329877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107592360263329877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592360263329877' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107582729586620788</id><published>2004-02-03T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:56:36.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now here's some ecumenism I can live with!Duty, honor, sacrifice. A story that needs to be told more often.The Four Chaplains</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107582729586620788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107582729586620788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582729586620788' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107549122056123969</id><published>2004-02-01T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:36:49.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you just see what I just saw?Ok, I know everyone will be talking about the Super Bowl Halftime show, and with good reason. Kenny, my Mom and I were watching the show just waiting for the game to start again. So the show was pretty lame and they were getting toward the end when Justin Timberlake sings "gonna have you naked by the end of this song"  and then proceeds to rip the right breast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107549122056123969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107549122056123969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107549122056123969' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107547930076947190</id><published>2004-01-30T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:31:50.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How embarrassing for the NAACPI found this at Tongue Tied. The full article is here. My favorite line:  "God said in the beginning he created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve,"I doubt the NAACP will be sponsoring any more events at Bethlehem Baptist Church. Too bad, I would be interested to hear Dr. Koger expand on her understanding of what the Bible does and does not condone. Ok, I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107547930076947190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107547930076947190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547930076947190' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107533624470353335</id><published>2004-01-28T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:41:21.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody Salsa !Smockmama over at Summa Mammas has created her first quiz. We are......You are *Tango* Ken and Barbie! Veryhot-chacha...and probably a little kinky, too. Which Ken &amp; Barbie Couple Do You Belong To? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107533624470353335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107533624470353335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533624470353335' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107531436947592596</id><published>2004-01-28T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:38:04.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If nothing matters, why do I care what kind of Dysfunctional Care Bear I am?Thanks to Terry at the Summas via our favorite Tart Motley, I now know that I am:Nihilist Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by QuizillaGood stuff. If they don't have "Disgruntled Ciceronian Bear", this is my next choice.N.B. - Great trivia: if you look at Thug Bear, you will notice he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107531436947592596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107531436947592596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531436947592596' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107523202008080458</id><published>2004-01-27T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T14:26:57.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden GlobesI watched parts of the Golden Globes the other night. The parts I really care about are what people are wearing and who wins big awards but I can rarely make it through an acceptance speech. Whenever the self important star begins going on and on, I can't bear to watch so I switch the channel.Except for "Lord of the Rings" winning for Best Picture and Director and musical score </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107523202008080458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107523202008080458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523202008080458' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107513824932388269</id><published>2004-01-26T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:07:14.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>License to IlMy favorite Objectivists, Cox &amp; Forkum (link rightward), have once again drawn attention, literally, to the machinations of the last, great Stalinist: DRNK Grand-Poobah-for-Life Kim Jong Il.The man is amazing. He takes crazy/brutal to a whole new level. And cunning as a fox.The most dangerous man in the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107513824932388269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107513824932388269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513824932388269' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107479344145336131</id><published>2004-01-22T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:46:17.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there an Anglosphere or not?This may be a passé question, but it is one I have been fascinated with for some time. Is the support of Britain and Australia during the Iraq war an accident of who happened to be in power at the time, or is it indicative of some larger phenomenon? Is there something in the shared political and social life of those countries which have grown from English roots? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107479344145336131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107479344145336131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479344145336131' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107464019669749119</id><published>2004-01-20T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:12:21.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Environmentalism, the new ReligionThe Curt Jester Has a piece about environmentalism as the Atheist religion.After reading it, I Googled to find the Michael Crichton speech referenced in the article. What I found was somewhat surprising. It's a really interesting speech.And while I shudder to think what his analysis of the Catholic Faith would sound like, I agree with his critique of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107464019669749119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107464019669749119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464019669749119' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107462213763345580</id><published>2004-01-20T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:04:11.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dean Blows a gasketThis is the funniest damn thing I have heard in long time. Here's Byron York's take on Dean's Iowa speech in Nat'l Review.And here is an audio clip of Deans' imitation of Randy "Macho-Man" Savage at Wrestlemania III:CAUTION! DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS CLIP WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY DRINKING A COKE OR ANY OTHER BEVERAGE. WILL CAUSE VIOLENT LAUGHING SPASMS THAT COULD RESULT IN "MILK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107462213763345580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107462213763345580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462213763345580' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107462127129933696</id><published>2004-01-20T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:24:42.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da na,  da na na na na na, HEY!In case you were wondering, that is my poor translation of Gary Glitter's "Rock N' Roll Part 2", the preferred anthem of the Fanatical Foxboro Fan Legion of the New England Patriots.And once again that song is echoing around NE as Bill from Annapolis is leading the Pats to their second Super Bowl in 3 years.As a lifelong Pats fan, this is a situation I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107462127129933696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107462127129933696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462127129933696' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107461629895412244</id><published>2004-01-20T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:03:57.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GrandmothersAfter my post on "Cold Mountain" my brother reminded me of another movie we watched with my Grandmother. It illustrates how impossible it is to watch something with her without laughing at her reactions. I was visiting my Grandmother and she and my Mom wanted to rent the "Pianist."I was reluctant to watch it with them because I was sure there would be a plethora of objectionable</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107461629895412244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107461629895412244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461629895412244' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107367911229426286</id><published>2004-01-09T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:24:02.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold MountainDon't read this if you haven't seen the Movie Cold Mountain and don't want the plot spoiled for you.Over the Christmas holiday, I went to see "Cold Mountain" with my Mom, Aunt and Grandmother. I would say that overall, I liked it, but I think you have to be in a certain mood or frame of mind when you go to see a movie like this. I guess I just wasn't in that frame of mind. It was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107367911229426286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107367911229426286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367911229426286' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107357764308229198</id><published>2004-01-08T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T10:01:57.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody get the IOC on the horn, I've got some new events that need to be included in Athens 2004Over at the inimitable Summa Mamas, Terri(y) has this to say (I can never remember if Terri(y) is "y" and Micky(i) is "i" or vice versa):I've not read the article yet, because I have not had 5 minutes of uninterrupted quiet time today. They phone rung off the wall, McBaby was in and out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107357764308229198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107357764308229198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357764308229198' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107272765419248072</id><published>2003-12-29T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:00:16.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Please!I've had fun reading the stories over at  Tongue Tied, a site that describes itself this way: Carping about the excesses of clueless crybabies since the turn of the century. This is a story that definitely caught my eye:It Was InevitableThe deep thinkers at Indymedia have come to the conclusion that the Lord of the Rings trilogy paints a "racist stereotypical tapestry" that does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107272765419248072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107272765419248072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272765419248072' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107215478357544598</id><published>2003-12-22T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:50:43.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas CraftsIf you are looking for stocking patterns or great Christmas craft ideas for the kids, go to Family Fun . I had been looking for stocking patterns because I didn't want to pay for one and they have the cutest patterns that you can print out. I made the "Ballet slipper stockings " for Mac and Auggie's favorite little girl friends Kimmy and Carleigh. The stockings were very easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107215478357544598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107215478357544598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215478357544598' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107181134878451866</id><published>2003-12-18T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:46:30.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NORAD Tracks SantaI'm sure that the subject of Santa is somewhat controversial. I know everyone has different things that they tell their children. When I was growing up, I was "protected" from the Santa thing which meant we weren't encouraged to believe in him and we knew our presents came from Mom and Dad.So, of course it would stand to reason that I totally encourage my children's belief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107181134878451866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107181134878451866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181134878451866' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107108112837268646</id><published>2003-12-10T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:27:05.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plumbing fun at 10 in the mornOk, I can think of fewer things more frustrating than getting your kitchen almost perfectly clean and then running the dishwasher only to see and smell black sludge and water backing up in both sinks. As my husband will tell you, I am also very sensitive to any and all odors right now. Something about being pregnant heightens the sense of smell. So I was very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107108112837268646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107108112837268646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108112837268646' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-107056941024375910</id><published>2003-12-04T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T14:24:39.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, we're aliveSorry about light blogging. Comment if anyone actually noticed.I'm still in thrall to my Xbox. And yes, I have upgraded my lightsaber AND have my blitz package where I want it. I am the greatest Jedi/football coach on the Eastside of Ft Worth. Oy, when you read it in print, it seems so much more pathetic. Is there no limit to my geekdom? It is becoming a near occasion to sin: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107056941024375910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/107056941024375910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107056941024375910' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106917349422036824</id><published>2003-11-18T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:16:25.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bay State once again shines forth as a beacon of all that is pure and goodDr. Patrick always told us that the two most Calvinist places in the Western World, Boston and Amsterdam, are also the ones that have led the way into post-Christian moral collapse.Well, my home state has again, reliably, helped lead the way into the Brave New World, zip code 02108.Mass Supremes vote 4-3 that man/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106917349422036824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106917349422036824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917349422036824' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106910924141385474</id><published>2003-11-17T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:50:59.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderful alternativesAfter my rant the other day I thought it would be nice to show a different type of Doctor than the ones I was railing against. This is a story on Dr. McDonald who is in a joint practice with Betty Fairman-Hoffman the midwife who will be delivering our child this March. This article appeared in the Dallas Business journal earlier this month.Keeping the faithStephanie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106910924141385474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106910924141385474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910924141385474' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106867467061340950</id><published>2003-11-12T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:40:23.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pregnant RantAs a pregnant woman, I find I have little in common with certain other pregnant women. When I was pregnant with our oldest it was the fact that most of the other first time moms were a good ten years older than me. They were over thirty, had "lived" life and felt they were ready for parenthood. I have always felt that the morons of the world are the ones who think they're ready. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106867467061340950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106867467061340950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867467061340950' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106856684225993545</id><published>2003-11-11T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:07:19.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light BloggingBlogging shall be light. Two reasons:1. work - I'd talk about it, but it's so boring you'd fall asleep on your keyboard.2. Xbox - Yes, we have obtained an Xbox. I am a first generation video game junky, and have been out of the game of late, as it were. So, I am unraveling the mysteries of a Galaxy far, far away and dominating the NFL via Microsoft's latest attempt to dominate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106856684225993545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106856684225993545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856684225993545' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106800079469871657</id><published>2003-11-07T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:23:13.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a  Southern SympathizerAfter reading some of the ruminations and biographical perambulations of Smockmomma, I have decided to share some of my thoughts on growing up in the North and then growing roots in the South.I was born in a log cabin with a dirt floor in the majestic woods of Massachusetts . . . OK, so I was born into your typical middle class kind of family in a nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106800079469871657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106800079469871657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800079469871657' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106823071436934579</id><published>2003-11-07T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:50:46.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Irish BlessingWell, I had a somewhat intelligent post going when my four year old came along and during the process of trying to climb on the side of the desk, accidentally headbutted the keyboard and deleted my post. So, I offer this instead.Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Rafferty. The Father said, "Top o' the mornin' to ye! Aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106823071436934579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106823071436934579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823071436934579' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106815656969020126</id><published>2003-11-06T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:30:56.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questions for todayI found a book today on the bargain shelf at Barnes and Noble. It's called "The Little Book of Stupid Questions". I had to buy it. Here are a few for today.Do you think the first time corn popped it scared the hell out of the Indians?orIf you were Superman and someone threw a sixteen-ton weight at you, would you duck or just let it bounce off?orDo you consider yourself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106815656969020126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106815656969020126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815656969020126' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106814500156772066</id><published>2003-11-06T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:18:41.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See! I told you that guy was fishy!Well, this will teach me to disregard traditionalist conspiracy theoriesDamn. Somebody get CAI on the hotline, I need some in-depth intel on this situation. I think that may be a Masonic Thrice Puissant Grand-Mufti Architect (Third Degree) in the background! Or perhaps one of the Pope's crack Opus Dei Commando bodyguards!Now, where did I put that schematic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106814500156772066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106814500156772066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814500156772066' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106788543538377713</id><published>2003-11-03T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T12:51:44.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP ECUSAVery funny obit for the ECUSAThe funniest thing is actually the Mr. Taciturn bit. That is New Hampshire in spades.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106788543538377713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106788543538377713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788543538377713' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106787872081595489</id><published>2003-11-03T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:12:51.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C. John McCloskey, Head Conspirator and All-Around Evil Conservative SvengaliWell, that's what this article from my home-town rag thinks, anywayHe's a little intemperate in his remarks sometimes, no doubt. He's in your face, in a very low-key kind of way. But isn't this a little over-the-top:McCloskey is the cold stone at the heart of all the paradoxes about American Catholicism. His </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106787872081595489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106787872081595489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787872081595489' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106786966194309466</id><published>2003-11-03T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:27:40.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Anglican Two-StepIf anyone needed proof that the Northern Anglican church was going to stall and obfuscate on the gay bishop issue, here you go.Money quote: Irish Anglican leader Robin Eames, appointed by Williams to head the commission tackling the thorny issue, pleaded for time. "We are moving into unknown territory," he said.OK, so the guy running the commission says we're moving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106786966194309466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106786966194309466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786966194309466' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106762206060877501</id><published>2003-10-31T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:28:25.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Necromancy and the Methodist ChurchYesterday I started a post about Halloween/All saints/Fall Festivals. I grew up in a "Non Denominational" church which hosted "Fall Festivals" where the kids wore costumes that weren't ghoulish or scary and played games for candy. We did not celebrate Halloween nor speak of trick-or-treating.So, I grew up, met my future husband , converted to Catholicism, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106762206060877501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106762206060877501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106762206060877501' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106755026019553078</id><published>2003-10-30T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T15:47:39.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little friendly humorOn a tour of Florida, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the coast for somesightseeing. He was cruising along the beach in the Pope mobile when there was afrantic commotion just off shore. A helpless man, wearing a New York Yankee's jersey, was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot shark. As the Pope watched, horrified, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106755026019553078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106755026019553078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755026019553078' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106753648083825540</id><published>2003-10-30T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:12:10.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Run for your lives! It's Dennis Kozlowski!How freaking funny are these Halloween masks from Forbes.com which I found courtesy of Relapsed Catholic.My dad and I, being Granite Staters and having lived on a farm that was once the home of a deceased Tyco CEO (we had our own heliport, thanks Tyco!), are going to wear the Dennis Kozlowski masks. But they're all great.Scare the children as inside</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106753648083825540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106753648083825540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106753648083825540' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106746320601341105</id><published>2003-10-29T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:33:24.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First stop on my Kim Jong Il tour . . .. . . is Fox news. Hwang Jang Yop, the former Minister of Propaganda for Great Leader and his Daffy Duck-loving totalitarian son, is making a long-overdue trip to the US.This guy knows all the ins-and-outs of the Pyongyang machine. The Gulags, the starvation, the crackdowns, the "missing" Japanese workers, the whole shooting match. Well, I hope he does, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106746320601341105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106746320601341105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746320601341105' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106735874364618488</id><published>2003-10-28T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:34:59.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next on Inside Judea, an expose of the supposed "Messiah" Jesus of NazarethHard-hitting, objective reporting on the legacy of a movement celebrating it's 33rd anniversaryGreat stuff from Mark Shea. Put it side-by-side with any of the pieces on JPII's anniversary and see if you can tell the difference. The only thing he should have added was a quote by noted theologian Richard Ben Brien.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106735874364618488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106735874364618488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106735874364618488' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106727840041485057</id><published>2003-10-27T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T12:33:22.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's your movie star double?Ok, Smockmama over at Summas Mammas started me on taking these tests at Emode. The one I did this morning is "Who's your movie star double". Well this is weird because my movie star double turned out to be Reese Witherspoon which is not that far off, I'm a little ditsy at times but generally get along with everybody and we happen to share the same birthday. So, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106727840041485057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106727840041485057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727840041485057' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07356762733112247328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106717849467597092</id><published>2003-10-26T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T08:28:14.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parents of the World, Unite!Eric Johnson over at Catholic Light provides us all with a call to arms against the most pernicious evil of our time:Daylight savings timeI say Huzzah! Get the torches and pitchforks! We'll go storm the . . . Where exactly do we strom? Was this a Congressional thing? Who proposed it? I smell a judeo-Masonic plot! Get CAI on the hotline!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106717849467597092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106717849467597092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106717849467597092' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106694098470290941</id><published>2003-10-23T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:30:35.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww, isn't that sweet. A bonding momentOK, the headline of this article is Courtney Love tried to make overdose fun for daughterAre you kidding me? I'm all for making the best out of a bad situation, but I think the girl might be better off with Grandma for the time being.You can make up your own rant on this one. General topics: modern parenting, selfishness, egocentrism of modern man, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106694098470290941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106694098470290941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694098470290941' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106694048603043765</id><published>2003-10-23T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:21:53.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St. Augustine, line 1Where is the proof of original sin? Right here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106694048603043765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106694048603043765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694048603043765' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106692333417888942</id><published>2003-10-23T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T10:35:33.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Commonplace, Nonchalant EvilAmy W directs us to this article in SlateI am flummoxed, as I always am when reading these sorts of things. How does a man do this, day after day?How can one be so inured to this kind of bald-faced evil? Up is down, and down is up. The best of the West is in decline, and the lesser angels of our nature are in ascendance. The shabby, ordinary, commonplace evil</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106692333417888942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106692333417888942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692333417888942' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106684289015058162</id><published>2003-10-22T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T12:14:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MCJ goes to town on Vicky GeneChristopher Johnson of Midwest Conservative Journal cracks me up. His gallows humor in the face of the current crack-up of the Anglican Communion is priceless, if somewhat heart-breaking.Here he is on V Gene's Favorite Disney World Ride: The Scripture-Twister of Death .And here is a reflection on His Lightness' gab sessions with the Almighty on how great it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106684289015058162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106684289015058162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684289015058162' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106683890490086901</id><published>2003-10-22T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:27:05.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kim Jong Illin'Kim Jong Il is, by far, the most fruitfully lampooned dictator in the world today. And no one does it better than Cox &amp; Forkum, my favorite objectivists. Try this one too. This is one of my all-time favorite cartoons as it also takes a swing at another of my least favorite people, Jimeh Cahta.Of course, the Glorious Leader also has a Live Journal worth checking out.But on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106683890490086901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106683890490086901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683890490086901' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106683246669013925</id><published>2003-10-22T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T09:21:06.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Priest on NightlineLizzie and I caught the last minute of Nightline last night. The subject was, apparently, Terri Schiavo.The pro-Terri person was a nicely dressed Senator of some kind. I'm assuming that he was a Florida State guy as I didn't recognize him.The Anti-Terri guy was, of course, a priest. Did anyone see Nightline last night, and can you identify the very nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106683246669013925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106683246669013925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683246669013925' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106677211955062274</id><published>2003-10-21T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:35:19.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey, Goodbye! I like nothing better than a good gloat. Makes one feel refreshed after a day of being punched in the groin by work/life.So imagine my glee upon reading this little article about the sh*t-canning by the YWCA of everybody's favorite shrill, smug and annoying Death-on-Demand advocate, Patricia "This is a(n) historic/tragic day for womyn's rights" Ireland.No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106677211955062274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106677211955062274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677211955062274' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106665961257043654</id><published>2003-10-20T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T19:04:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!OK, I'm back from my Red Sox-induced funk, only to fall into a "world is going to hell"-induced funk.This article about Terri Schiavo being denied viaticum makes me want to screamThis jumped out at me:Police officers told the family the Communion would violate a doctor's order that nothing be placed in her mouth, to prevent choking and aspiration.Right. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106665961257043654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106665961257043654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665961257043654' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106640371367422607</id><published>2003-10-17T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:15:13.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaron Boone, Bucky Dent. Same thing, different dayBlogging will be light as I will be out hanging myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106640371367422607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106640371367422607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640371367422607' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106633612158552883</id><published>2003-10-16T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:28:41.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one is for all the marblesHere it is, folks, Red Sox/Yankees Game 7.No buildup necessary. No hyperbole.Of course, if the Yankees win, then all hope will have faded for the future betterment of mankind. The moon will fall into the ocean. The rivers will run red with blood. Cats and dogs, living together. Total anarchy. If the evil mercenary hordes of Steinbrenner triumph, then we are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106633612158552883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106633612158552883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633612158552883' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106632851092821108</id><published>2003-10-16T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T13:22:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way . . . Never, ever go to this site! You will never get anything done.A procrastinator's dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106632851092821108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106632851092821108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632851092821108' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106632781330953687</id><published>2003-10-16T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T17:08:32.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPI doesn't pay him enoughUwe Siemon-Netto on the Ecumenical ministry of John Paul III just started reading his stuff a couple of months ago. HE IS THE BEST RELIGION COMMENTATOR IN THE PRESS, HANDS DOWN.Sorry for shouting, but he is great. Great great great. Did I mention he is great. I would excerpt, but that would mean reprinting the whole article. I love his bit about married priests and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106632781330953687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106632781330953687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632781330953687' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106615904600017446</id><published>2003-10-14T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T16:14:58.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not that there's anything wrong with that Well maybe there is.Jesus said to the twelve, "Do you also wish to go away?" Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, if it gets too uncomfortable, we may bail. But for now, we feel we do more good by staying."Now, I'm not for people staying in the Church for the sole purpose of destabilizing Her moral teaching. I think it is somewhat dishonest and shows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106615904600017446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106615904600017446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615904600017446' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106614513022823567</id><published>2003-10-14T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:43:17.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Series Tied 2-2, No decision on the Nelson/Groundskeeper UndercardWell, without any violence whatsoever, the Red Sox cowboyed up  and beat the mercenary hordes of the Evil Empire last night, 3-2.Wakefield, despite a couple of rocky innings, pitched super. That knuckler is a killer.The offence continued to be able to score runs with the long ball, and also continued to be unable to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106614513022823567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106614513022823567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614513022823567' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106581421890180188</id><published>2003-10-10T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T14:32:52.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death, Inc. Opens Illinois Branch OfficeThe Culture of Death has won a stunning victory in an Illinois Appeals Court (link via Mark Shea).I would rant, but I am far too sad.This little girl was born on August 21, 1990. My 18th birthday. Requiescat in Pacem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106581421890180188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106581421890180188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581421890180188' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793899.post-106580139134304737</id><published>2003-10-10T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T10:56:30.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No CommentExcept to say that Grady Little has the worst baseball instincts of any manager that has ever lived. I'm not bitter or anything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106580139134304737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793899/posts/default/106580139134304737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ftwscagels.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106580139134304737' title=''/><author><name>The Old Bare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01879298583001390896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
