seven quick takes in blogtember

1. This has been a good blogging week, as in, I've blogged this week. Going out with a bang.


2. We started homeschooling this week and we're off to a good start. Minus that our textbooks are currently in the UK. But hey, who needs book learning when you have the great outdoors that we never venture out into because holy hot weather, Batman.


3. I took a fun Catholic IQ Test last night and scored a 183. Apparently I don't know the difference between a missal and a sacramentary (for the record - the sacramentary looked a whole lot like a Latin Mass MISSAL, but whatevs); I'm inept in the realm of heresies; and I don't know where the Pope lives (I call misclick on that one). In good news, I won a free prize for knowing the basics of The Faith, so stop on by and treat yo'self.


4. The only part of college football that I really enjoy is the part dealing with fashion and food, but I have a few things to say about it this year:

4a. When did Thursday night games begin? It's throwing my weekend attire plans right out window into the sweltering Texas heat to shrivel away and die.

4b.

Fight Raiders fight, 

Fight Raiders fight, 

Fight for the school we love so dearly.

We'll hit 'em high 

We'll hit 'em low 

Push that ball across the goal, 

TECH, FIGHT, FIGHT! 

We'll praise her name 

Boost her to fame 

Fight for the Scarlet and the Black 

We will hit 'em, we will wreck 'em 

Hit 'em, wreck 'em Texas Tech 

And the victory bells will ring out. 

Confusion sets in here:

Ew.

To The King: You're handsome, seemingly talented, and have brought excitement back to Lubbock game days, but you cannot choose uniforms wisely. Leave that to the women-folk, please, because gross.

5. Have any of y'all seen this? Someone has been attributing Adolf Hitler quotes to Taylor Swift. I really shouldn't think it's funny, but the psych minor in me thinks it's a fun group-thinking experiment and a testament to how sad the culture of idolization is. The me part of me just thinks it's funny. 

Any joke here feels inappropriate.

6. This book. For the literary-inclined folks, it's a decent read, though I think the author is a newbie writer. For the Catholics, it's a fun introduction to a little-known saint. 

7. For the Blogtember link-up, I'm supposed to take a self-picture. 

Y'all. My arms are short. My fingers are stubby. And my hand muscles have wasted away due to child birth (not really, obv, but it's a sure thing when you're talking about weakness of any sort. Blame it on the children.). It's blurry, my smile has faded into consternation, and I may never recover from the physical trauma. How do people take so many of these things? PS. I don't have a Harvard-educated phone. I straight-up guessed if I was on camera. Cue applause...now.

This is the best I can do. And I'm not going to lie; I probably took about fifteen of these things. I don't know why I didn't duck face it and call it a night, but I just couldn't. 

In good news, you caught me on a game day (Thursday night? What the?). Get your guns up and wreck 'em.

The face of a silent sufferer, praying that this one worked.

That'll do, pig. That'll do.