Drunk Octopus Wants to Fight (but I do not): 7 Quick Takes XXVI

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I cannot explain why I find this so amusing. It defies explanation. I just really, really like it.

I want to put a bunch of these up in my house and not caption them or anything, but just chuckle to myself every time I go by one.

Or maybe if I ever have a mudroom, I'll have a big line of them across one wall and I'll get some of those fancy script decals for the wall and instead of them saying "family" or "laughter" or "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord," mine will say "You better hang up your coat, drunk octopus wants to fight!"

This is Bobby's impression of Drunk Octopus:

This is Anita's:

I trust you all had a lovely Memorial of the Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary on Thursday. We did!

Those of you who like Catholic All Year on Facebook know that I planned to let the kids make Queenship-themed ice cream sundaes. (You also know that for some reason I think the Queenship of Mary is a solemnity, when it's just a memorial. Oops.)

Anyway, they turned out quite cute. And they were easy to prep and for the kids to do. Ahead of time I used a serrated knife to cut triangles out of the top edge of some pink ice cream cones we had in the pantry, and I also cut most of the handle part off. Then I let the kids decorate them with cut pieces of gummy fruit slices. They stick right on! Then we made ice cream sundaes and put the crowns on top.

Mary, Queen of Heaven, pray for us!

We also said an at-home family Rosary that night for the first time in too long. After all, it was a special day AND I am the proud owner of a custom-made new Rosary.

I'm pretty sure all the necessary parts are there.
I just need to figure out how to access them.
Gus is awfully pleased with himself for making it.

I have a whole post on How We Say a Family Rosary, but it was written back when Frankie was in bed before we would start saying our family Rosary.

Here's what it looks like saying a Rosary with Frankie:

and that was BEFORE the ice cream. But I'm sure Our Lady appreciated his efforts.

In a post earlier this week, I explained why my kids wear uniforms for homeschool, recite the pledge of allegiance, and do calisthenics before we start school each morning.

But you only got to see ONE of their two sets of uniforms. I know you're dying of curiosity. So, here's what the Tierney kids look like on Wednesdays and Thursdays:

Hey! Here's another random thing that is awesome . . .

I really loved this post at Verily Magazine, defending the wisdom of an educated woman's (even an Ivy League educated woman's) decision to stay at home and take care of her children.

While I'm not an Ivy League graduate, I do have two bachelor's degrees from USC, plus considerable post-graduate training in a field that would seem quite unrelated to stay-at-home mothering. But my education allows me to pass along a way of seeing the world to my children, a love of knowledge and beauty and culture that I would not have but for my studies.

When I was pursuing my education, I didn't yet know that my vocation was to be a stay-at-home mother. And when I quit my job to stay home with my first child, I didn't know that I'd one day be his teacher, along with his siblings. I also didn't know I'd become a writer, and end up using those English degrees after all.

To say that a woman ought not attend a prestigious university if she intends to stay home with her children would require a crystal ball, would it not? How can we know what the future will bring?

The whole debate reminds me of the father from The Poisonwood Bible who says, "Educating a woman is like pouring water into a shoe. It wastes the water and spoils the shoe." In case you haven't read that particular book, let me assure you, you DO NOT want to be on that guy's side. He's pretty much the worst.

Happy weekend everyone! We're heading down to San Diego to visit my parents and see my sister and her girls and meet up with an old college friend of the husband's and his wife and their five kids. Annnnnd . . . we're going to test drive some big vans. Yikes! Thanks to all the awesome folks who responded to my Facebook cry for help, we've decided to take a look at the Mercedes Sprinter, Ford E350, and Nissan NV. Wish us luck!