Sorry 'bout that, August

Well my three followers, I bet you weren't expecting a second post on this blog after so many days of one-hit-wonder behavior. My life has been very unexpectedly like a movie for the past three weeks. After many repeated vague prayers about letting God rule my life, He took me on QUITE the adventure. So now I find myself sitting at my little college desk in Flynn suite 353 at the University of St. Thomas, writing out my soul to you, dear readers.

Me reading the Canterbury Tales. This was fake reading for the picture. I need to do some real reading before my 8:15 British Authors class tomorrow.


I'm so glad I'm back at St. Thomas, even though my life is a little hectic right now. The other morning I was walking across the quad, looking through the bright white light of day to the familiar form of the UST Chapel, and I actually thought to myself, "I get to go here." Yes, I realize how ridiculous that is. I can't help it, I sort of love life.

I've run out of time, but it's probably best to keep things short and snappy anyway. More to come, I promise! Even if it takes me until November.

Hello, cyberworld.

Well, I've told my mother that I'm starting a blog, so now this is real. 

Speaking of my mother, the other day she engaged in one of her mad-dash pre-grandchild clean-ups that she likes to do before my nephews and niece come to visit. Upon hearing her pleas for help in this matter, I immediately grabbed the vacuum cleaner and flung myself upon the housework like the dutiful youngest daughter I am. No, really. 

What's that you say? There is something "odd" about this picture? What, your mother doesn't stop you in the middle of your chores to place her own wedding veil circa 1980 on your head and then insist on doing a photo shoot? Well, then. 

And if you're wondering about all the china on the left-hand side of the picture, that came from my great-grandmother. My mother likes to blur the line between dishware and furniture. When she gets her hands on actual furniture, she turns it into art, as you can see in the deftly-painted little piece of wall decoration next to my left hip. 

This photo, which I like to call "Wedded Bliss," is actually a fairly good representation of my mother. She finishes the most mundane of tasks (vacuum) so that she can engage in the most thrilling (artwork). She appreciates and preserves the past (china, veil) while remembering that she herself will become the past someday, so she had better raise some good children (fine specimen in center of photo). And the best part of all is that she was the woman behind the camera.

I'm not sure how this post became All About Mother, but then again, how many other times has this happened in my life?

Love you, Ma.

PS This room quickly became a temporary (?) toyroom for aforementioned grandchildren. And man, did they LOVE IT.