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Seven Quick Takes Monday

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Seven Quick Takes Monday! This is Reesa.

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Isn’t it weird that Rachel and I share a blog? I mean, have you read our posts?? So different. SO different. And they attract, I think, very different kinds of readers

…Or at least they would. If the majority of our readers weren’t… our friends and family members (Hi, Mom!!)

But, whatever, judging by the commenters on Rachel’s recent Les Mis post versus the (less sizable group but still consisting of non-real-life-acquaintances) commenters on my recent Quick Takes… they would be really different.

And yet, Rachel and I feel it is entirely (if inexplicably) appropriate and not-weird that we share a blog! How can this be? How can I articulate this reality-of-the-shared-blog?? I guess I will have to be overly self-reflective and figure out what exactly makes it work… or not work?!

I’ll return to this in another post. Or Rachel will. Since, you know, we’re so simpatico.

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I have an announcement! And let’s just get it out there: I’m not pregnant. Sheesh people. It hasn’t even been a month. That would be wonderful. But, it is not the case.

Announcement: My dear friend Meredith is in love, is getting married next year, and… has asked me to be her maid of honor. I almost cried when she did. I was all like, “Meredith… I can’t be your maid of honor. I’M MARRIED.”

bride and bridesmaid

Imagine this picture, but reversed!

SO Matron of Honor it is! Really though, I am so so so excited, and I did almost cry. Meredith is going to be a RADIANT bride, she has been such a good friend to me, and I am  so honored and happy to get to be with her on her wedding day.  Also I am excited to live vicariously through her, since weddings are so much fun and mine is O to the VER.

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Speaking of pregnancy, my brother Joseph (age 8) has been pretty vocal on the subject lately. He keeps on saying, “Man, I’m going to be an uncle soon!” or, “Wow! I’m going to be an uncle by the time I’m thirteen!” This makes me very suspicious of what my parents say when I’m not around.

Also, when my sisters were in town for Christmas, Dan and I went over to play Apples to Apples with the fam. We were in the middle of a game when Joseph jumped out of his seat to run and show Dan and me the card he’d just drawn. It said: “Babies.”

Apples to Apples

Dude. Seriously. In God’s time.

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Deborah asked me this weekend if I had any book recommendations that were “meaningful but not to heavy.” I came up with one:

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years
By Donald Miller

Which has been my go-to recommendation for about a year now.  Jennifer Fulwiler wrote a completely fantastic review and endorsement for it in her article Living an Awesome Story.

My good friend Jenn (different Jenn) also recommended:

The Saints' Guide to Happiness

The Saints’ Guide to Happiness

which she described as a book instrumental in her re-conversion to Catholicism and re-commitment to being a more authentic person. It’s been sitting on my bookshelves, but I’m going to try to start it this week.

DEBORAH, DO YOU READ OUR BLOG?? I recommend this book, too.

Fun fact: I was looking for this book at Barnes and Noble, and I kept on asking for “The Saints’ Plural Possessive Guide to Happiness” (because that apostrophe placement is tricky). The girl who was helping me wasn’t getting any results online, because she kept searching for the title: “The Saints Possessive Guide to Happiness.” What?!

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Moira (the teensy baby I am lucky enough to nanny) is taking a music class! This sounds crazy, since she can’t yet walk, talk, crawl (well)… anything. But: I LOVE IT. No talking allowed. The teacher makes us sing the entire class. So you have to sing, not say, any questions you have, e.g. “Whaaaaat page-are-we-onnnnn?”

I don’t like singing in front of people as a rule. But if those people are babies, it’s kind of nice!

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Dan and I are trying to decide something important (SPOILER: not a baby) and would super appreciate prayers right now ifff you happen to have any extra room on your prayer list. Humility is key in this decision, so if you have a spot for that specifically it would be much appreciated thankssss!!

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Possibly since we’re trying to decide something important (or, alternatively, because I’ve been reading too many Catholic blogs) I’ve lately been interpreting basically everything that goes wrong in my life as a form of spiritual attack. Had a bad dream? Spiritual attack. Lost my phone? Spiritual attack. Spilled my coffee? SPIRITUAL ATTACK!!!

I may be going overboard here.

Catholic Scrupulosity Meme

What else is new.

Love,

Reesa

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Seven Quick Takes Sunday

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I stole the idea for Seven Quick Takes from Jennifer Fulwiler, one of my favorite bloggers EVER. She usually does them on Friday, but since I am an ENFP, I don’t get around to it until Sunday. Like, the 17th Sunday since we started this blog. Ah well!

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Speaking of Jennifer Fulwiler, I’m going to listen to her talk on Friday!!!!!!! AHHHHHH I’m so excited! Brianna and I are going to the Catholic New Media Conference in Arlington at the end of this week.

So yes, I’m excited, BUT. At the same time. It’s one of those things that I REALLY did not want to do.

Why?

Because I am deathly, deathly, deathly afraid of writing. So yeah, I didn’t want to go to this thing because I was afraid. Afraid of what, exactly? Um… being inspired to write more? Maybe? Finding out that I don’t have what it takes to cut it as a writer? Finding out that the glamorous world of writing is actually not glamorous at all?

(Btw, this is a still from a movie that Rachel has probably seen and I have never heard of. Per usual).

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I don’t know, but what happened was that at three different times over the past month, three individual people have approached me specifically to tell me I should go to this Conference — my sister Selina left me a note by my coffee pot (DARN HER THAT IS MY HAPPY PLACE), my friend Brianna emailed me about it (enticing me with the fact that she would be there too), and my friend Gabbi called me immediately after seeing a church bulletin advertising the Conference.

Now, I don’t want to be reading into this or anything… but when I’m, like, super scared to do something… and it’s probably related to my career/vocation… and three wonderful people suggest I do said activity… and (again) the only thing keeping me from saying “yes” is fear… well, I’d wager it’s God’s will that I go.

Maybe. I make these things up sometimes, but… better safe than sorry??!?

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Anyway, I don’t know quite what this Conference is going to be like OR why precisely I’m so afraid to go.

What I do know is that when and if I meet the famous Jennifer Fulwiller, I am going to tell her three things: 1) I happen to know that you have a significant following of college students and recent graduates that you may not know about, 2) Do you know about the University of Dallas? It rocks, 3) did you know that you follow me on Pinterest?? I’M LIKE, SO HONORED. I FOLLOW YOU TOO. YOU’RE SO FUNNYYYYYY

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Speaking of Pinterest, I have a Pinterest Rule that (if you are on Pinterest) will change your life.

Sidenote: When we first started this blog I was convinced that Pinterest and how awesome it is would be main topics of my writing. Since then I have been having horrible internal crises about how I feel about Pinterest because I like to check it like, 5-10 times a day, and, well

Sigh. So, I end up wasting I-don’t-even-want-to-think-about-how-much-time on Pinterest a day. Seriously upsetting. End Sidenote.

Anyway, the Pinterest Rule that Will Change Your Life Is:

The Olson Rule

The rule is simply this: ANYTIME you see either Mary Kate or Ashley Olson on your Pinterest newsfeed… you’ve been on too long… and you have to get off IMMEDIATELY.

Ah the Olson Rule. It’s saved me many an hour.

You may be thinking, “This rule cannot be so effective as Teresa is saying, because, seriously? How often can the Olsons be on Pinterest??”

Oh. Oh my. You pnovice.

They’re everywhere.

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Okay okay I gots to wrap this up because my family is awakening and taking over the gym. And how am I supposed to stay in shape for DECEMBER 15TH if I don’t hit up the gym?

What’s December 15th? Um, if you’re reading this blog you probably know but I’ll say it anyway. December 15th is

My wedding day.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I’m so excited. We’ve got: the dress, the bridesmaids’ dresses, the photographer, the DJ, the venue, the church, the priest, the NFP class (whoop!), the sponsor couple, the wedding party, the processional music, and the honeymoon. All bought, booked, decided or certifiedddd, as the case may be.

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We are pretty stoked. And I think I could get a whole lot of blog content out of the wedding preparation process– how to save money, how to not go crazy, how to tell people that you are not currently living together, how to tell people that you are planning to use NFP, how to not compare your wedding to other people’s weddings…

The list goes on. For now, I want to tell you about how my baby brother thought my parents spent all our money on my wedding.

My brother Joseph is 7. His eighth birthday is in October, and he is PRIMED and READY to go. He wants a DS, which as I understand it is some sort of video game? Or… video game platform?

I digress.

He wants a DS, and Thursday morning before school he told my Mom that he would give up his allowance for an entire year if he could have one. She told him that he did not HAVE to give up his allowance for a year, because she and my dad WANTED to give him a gift for his birthday. And he said, “But… you don’t have any money…”

Turns out he’d heard us talking so much about budgeting for the wedding (um, D-town is swanky! We’re just figurin’ it out over here!) that he thought my parents had spent 100% completely totally every last penny of their life savings… on Teresa’s wedding.

L.o.l.

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Speaking of Joseph and video games I promised him I would play Mario Cart with him before I worked out. I hope he does not choose one of those games with the cliffs everywhere. I fall off every time!

Love,

Teresa