7ishQT on Drink Contest, Dandelions and Mishaps


Hey y’all!  We made it to Friday, not that that means anything around these parts, but we did, and somehow this week it actually feels like a Friday for once in a Blue Martini moon.  (I’m pregnant, all I can think about are the lovely blue cheese stuffed olive martinis I cannot have right now.)



Speaking of drinks, are you partaking in the Jen’s fun #sotg  book release contests!?  I hope so, cuz I love me a good competition. And Eep!  tonight is the deadline, I totally thought I had until manana, pero, no.  Today is it folks.

Husband and I came up with a -to-be-taste-tested-by-non-preggos-later-hopefully delicious- and contest winning- #sotg drink.  Phew.  I sent my Top Secret Recipe to one hilarious and you all knew her before I did; Kelly of  This Ain’t The Lyceum for a video making!

That’s me gasping at that generous offer.

Anyway, to finish this post I gotta Giant list of crap to get done today and that lawn ain’t gonna mow itself.

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(image courtesy of www.undertheyewtree.com – and didn’t use this but you should also try the real deal Pisco Sour, it’s amazing)

El #SOTG North/South Pisco Drink Recipe you all have been waiting for!


1 oz. bourbon

1 oz. tequila

4-6 oz. sour mix (I used the frozen Bacardi Marg. mix)

Egg white from 1 egg

lime wedge

Pour all over ice in a shaker.  (I used this as an excuse to finally buy those large mason jars I’ve been eyeing)

Shake with all the vim and vigor you got to let the egg do it’s frothy, foamy thang

strain into a (chilled) rocks/ champagne/ mason jar/ whatever you like

garnish with that pretty lime and

OLE Y’all!  Happy drinking.

[tried to insert hilarious drink making vlog here, possibly rivaling Kelly’s (good luck with that Victoria), it’s gonna have to wait.]


This past weekend, I was able to get down to Colorado Springs with kids for some family fun.  Husband is training, placing 3rd in a state-wide shooting contest, doing cool AFR stuff; so we made the trek.  I made it longer by making a much needed pit stop at my Mom’s.  My husband was so sweet and did everything to make my day a lovely one.  Thank you babe!


Mishap #1:  I simply Had to get those dandelions mowed down cuz there was probably a storm a comin’ and I didn’t know if our city would make good on their promise to charge us an arm and a leg to spray them themselves before husband got the chance to deal with them.  Our city, it’s my least favorite thing about living here so far.  I don’t like this term, but nanny state totally fits here.  And for some reason, I felt this was fitting:


Mishap #2 Start the car after 1.5 hours of dragging the lawnmower around the lawn and truck decides not to start.  Luckily there were some nice farmer guys doing another neighbors lawn who jumped the battery.  Phew.


Mishap #3:  It started to snow.  Hard.  Like sideways 1/4 mile visibility kinda snow.  On Mother’s Day.  And I forgot socks for me. Husband to the rescue again.  Phew.


Did anyone ever tell you in your whole life that it is a TERRIBLE idea to take a toddler to a movie, at an actual movie theater?  That kid can sit and watch her some Daniel Tiger or Dora or some stupid movie, yes, I’m a terrible Mom, but a real paid-for flick.  UGH.  Just- don’t- do- it.  Unless you want this to be your life:




These guys.  Aren’t they pretty?  Well;

Ooooooooooh boy. I have to give a Major Mea Culpa to my neighbors whom I have been a hatin’ on for at least a week for this dandelion thing. I just talked to the city to get a “preggo extension” on the whole Nuisance Code mess. It turns out that the City of Sterling has been walking around our neighborhood, literally, to see who is in violation of this horrible dandelion EPIDEMIC. I mean, those dandelions, you Seriously have to watch them, they could kill a person.
So, to my unwitting neighbors, I am so sorry for all the glaring, talk behind your backs  and general mean thoughts in your direction, I apologize.  Not that you will ever see this crazy Catholic Mama blog, but still.  Plus, there’s confession. Phew.  Now I turn the death glares to you, dear stupid city.  Which is childish, I know, but give me a break.



I think that’s actually 7, so that’s what Ima do this week.  Gotta change somebody’s little dipe then get all bedazzled for my #SOTG drink taste test Mom’s night In fun.

Happy Friday, can’t wait to read more over at the Fulwiler place!

And major congratulations to you Jen for writing and  getting this book out!  I am so very looking forward to some time to read it!


Five Favorites! Take 1.


(edited to put in Hallie’s fancy cool image^)

Whoa.  I’m about to join the fun ranks of 5faves.  Did a hashtag get chosen?  I’m always late to the party.

Anywho, here are my 5 today, kinda nitty gritty cuz that’s where I be at what with pushing 20 weeks pregnant nesting needs and husband being gone waaay too much with work(s) lately.

Muchas Gracias for hosting Kat(i)e! and for usually hosting Miss Hallie!  I loooove the link-up.  Without it, my blog would surely die a horrible death.



This stuff is just amazing and I am positive that I was graced with zero stretch marks during our son’s pregnancy because of it.



And- my sister is going to Kiiiiiiill me when and if she finds out I posted our ~1986 camping morning photo.  So, glad to know ya!  I think I’ll just keep this little bit to mahself, well, and y’all of course.  That’s her cute middle school self up top and I’m the pensive teenager in pinkish red. That was totally my favorite hoodie ever btw.



Our bebe.  He’s a He!!!  My husband totally thought our little tiny son was a girl, and the night before our ultrasound about a week ago, I was like, “ya know? I think this baby is a boy.”  I’m favoriting our blessed new miracle and the amazingness of the new ultrasound.  Just amazing.   Anyways- lo and behold, we get to pick out a boy name!  A little backstory, I wrote a while ago that I really wanted to name a girl Eowyn. cuz duh.  And I would love to name a boy Ender.  Cuz I’m a total geek like that and it’s my husband’s favorite book of all time, I think. And I got the N to the O on both until he said I could name a girl Eowyn IF we named a boy Aragorn.  Ummmmmm, no.  Cuz that would be silly.  Am I right?  Mommy logic.  So, now that there really IS a boy, he says “yes” to Ender and I’m all, in my little downturned sheepish tone “I was just kiiiiding.”  Oh, the name game. Holy Spirit, please inspire us!


The lovely and my newly found interwebz amiga, Catholic Mommy extraordinaire; Blythe over at The Fisk Files posted an awesome video from FUN up so I got to find this gem. Pink with Nate Ruess from FUN;  I mean, these two, in a song, together.  Some of God’s beauty for us to enjoy. And again I am usually late to the party, but my excuse is is that I live in a small town.  Did you hear Pink at the Oscars singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow?  I love how she has matured as an artist. Such tunes, so song.



I seriously cannot be excited enough to finally be getting my new Dansko Sam sandals.  I am in love with this color. And Boy oh boy do I adore the soft on the inside.  No surfer bone break-in cuz they be sandals and all, and I can wear them with everything.  I was on the fence 2 years ago when Moms got me a pair of Chacos.  Never fear! I am now the proud owner of these lil beauties which are never coming off my feet.


Thanks for stopping by this little blog and hope to see you soon!  Happy Easter!


The {phfr} spring edition.

Hey y’all!  I’m in a pretty good mood for having been with kids AAAAAAAlllll week.  Phew.

So here’s some of our week’s fun in photos and short on words cuz my brain is kinda fried now.



I finally remembered to save some of the beautiful flowers my husband gave me.  They remind me that I am married to the man who loves me.  This counts for happy too, but I’ll put in another fun shot for that.



We are actually in our house for the beginning of spring!  And it looks like we’ll be here likely thru the birth of baby 3rd. So we got to planting all the fun flowers it was too late for last season.  This may not look like much yet, but it was a giant celebration and feat for this mama.  We planted garlic for the first time, Clare Bear got to be planting assistant for the first time, we got all dirty in celebration for spring And got wildflowers and poppies sifted in there too.  Tho- the mulched grass did cause a hellatious 2 day long allergy attack.  So I got that going for me too.



“Ah dun.”

Okay, this was a little while ago, but I just couldn’t resist the hilarity.  Will she demand I take this picture off the interwebz when she is 16? Likely.  But pottytraining, you just gotta laugh at it sometimes, right?



Our poor guy had the misfortune to get the Worst bout of stomach flu or bug or food poisoning the very first night husband was out of town.  At 11pm.  Miraculously thru all the barfing, tears and sleeping in mama’s bed, little Miss didn’t wake at all.  Amazing. Thank you Gaurdian Angels for that sweet gift. This is what he looked like on virtually sips of water and 2 hours of sleep the next day.  Thankfully it was all gone at 3am and bonus was I got his room Totally spring cleaned, re-arranged and organized.

-that was our week pretty much.  Thank goodness I have help and a love in my husband and Jesus to lean on when tymz is hard.

Peace  and have a lovely Palm Sunday friends.  It’s like one of my favorite days in the year.  And I can’t help but think of that dance scene in Superstar.  How I love that movie.  I think we’ll have a viewing this coming week.

And a major mea culpa edit, I forgot to thank the lovely and gracious hosts in my haste to get this up. Thank you, Muchisimas Gracias to Like Mother Like Daughter for inspiration and hosting this link up!

Prodigal Son and Reflections in pregnancy.



Tonight I witnessed my son growing up. We were saying our nightly prayers and it was the way he was using language and internalizing his words that caught my attention.
He’s growing up before my very eyes and I’m so very proud and happy. His life has given mine meaning in a way my words will always fail to express.

My gratitude to the Lord Jesus Christ for changing me, for lifting up my broken and dying person, my withering soul, is something I only pray I can share and spread for others. I am starting by trying to share Him with my beautiful children and the man I married, with whom I am one.

Reflections on 20 yr. old Victoria.

Recently I have been reflecting on just how I really feel like my life has done a 180 degree turn from whom I was.  Prompting this was a desire to get in touch with an incredibly generous family I stayed with in Nicaragua over 20,yes, 20 years ago.  Hard to believe the kid I was back then.  I had gone on a secular mission type trip to be a helping hand in a library opening in this little town on the border of Honduras.  I realize now how eye opening that experience was, and also how much I missed by maintaining my selfishness while I was there.  I guess what I really want is a make-up chance.  A chance to really give back to that family, and mostly to bring Jesus with me.  As a Catholic convert I can really see the ways my selfishness has strayed my heart, frayed it into tiny fragments that would never be whole without Him.

This song is lovely, it reflects more sadness and anger that I let go of a long time ago, but I still really love it. Miss Michelle Shocked.


Part-time Military.

Today I’m a mother and a wife and we are a part-time military family.  Which is sometimes so awkward.  My husband goes away for short stints and I fall into single mom, hold down the fort mode.  And he comes back and I just don’t know where I stand or how to deal with his presence in our family again.  Even  after 3 days.  I miss him so much while he’s away and look forward to his being home.  And the reality of his being home proves harder than the imagined one where he is husband and father and sole breadwinner.  I find myself ill equipt to deal with his presence again and every little thing seems to set me off; his disciplining our kids, our schedule, money, pretty much anything.  I try to maintain that -Happy he’s home version of Victoria-; it just always seems too short-lived.

So, why is reality so darned Hard?  Why do I have to take the kids to mass by myself?  Why do things just not go according to my oh so perfect plans?  Maybe God is trying to teach me something.  Honestly, I don’t know what it is right now.  But, I have an idea that it may have something to do with letting go of that selfish Vic, something like dying to self.  UUUUUUuuuugh.  I really Dislike dying to Self!  It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, it means I need to go to confession and to love without expecting to get anything in return.  It means I need to actively Try to bring Christ out from under the bushes and shine His light even when it’s really hard.  Like right now.  Like at the gas station, like here at home and doing the dishes, like when I talk to my husband, like when I am making breakfast for the kids at 630am.

Baby anxiety.

I’m going to go get to nesting.  It helps me feel a tad more equipped to welcome a new person into our home.  And- I can be so very thankful that we have a place to call home this year.  We will probably be staying here for arrival of little one, so that is really something for us.  To be able to nest and plant stuff and and and.

Bienvenidos a 2nd Trimester and Blog Make-Over!

It’s with super joy and relief that I am able to welcome little 3rd into her 2nd Trimester! Queue celebratory music.  I am so thrilled that I am staring to get my energy, brain, sanity, life, family, clean house(to be seen), passion for everything Vic; back.   I’m just guessing about “her” at this stage.  But, that’s what’s stuck so far, we shall see in a few weeks.  We’re finder-outters.  I love being able to call baby by their sex and zero in on names and be able to call them by name for the last few months. If we agree on a name that is… 😉

And- she totally has fingerprints!  How amazing is that.  Just beautiful.

(Just like that I had one amazing high energy day and 2 days of nausea, headaches and yuck.  Here’s to feeling better soon.)

So, I hope you enjoy the new layout here  at Spicy Catholic and have a blessed day!

We are stuck at home this morning with truck in the shop so sonny boy isn’t able to make it to pre-school.  Sooo- in lieu of school we are going to make candy!  Yummy, hopefully delicious and kid-make-friendly jelly pectin candy.

Wish us luck.  Posting sugary fun later.

And I leave you with this for a little throwback  Thursday Tuesday action.


Celebrating World Down Syndrome Day and Baby Kick Day!


Happy Spring Equinox friends and Happy World Down Syndrome Day!  Today we get to celebrate all the beautiful people with DS and help the children who need loving homes get adopted.  Aaaand, last night- I felt our little lime sized cutie wiggle!  I couldn’t believe it!  I was putting goggle girl down to sleepies and I felt a thumpy type of flutter which could only be one thing- a baby moving! Somehow feeling your child move just makes it so so real.  Not to mention eased my worry button.  Anyway, enough here.

Before I met my husband and before I was a Catholic, I went down to Chile to work with refugees.  I was so blessed by this trip.  In so many ways it opened my eyes to who I needed to be in the world.  One amazing thing I noticed about Chile was that I saw people with Down Syndrome a lot.  Much more than we see here at home.  When I got home and became a pro-life person and able to see God’s perfect beauty in all people, I realized that there is a culture of life in Chile.  They do not abort their DS babies there like so many have here.  There was even a television reality show about people with DS.  This to me was shocking.  We America, have a long way to go.  So today, we celebrate life, in all forms and functions. That it has it’s own intrinsic value.  And as our Declaration of Independence states:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.-

I recently became a prayer warrior for one amazing child at Reece’s Rainbow who desperately needs a loving family.  Maybe you can too.  Here’s a brilliant video they put together- you may need a tissue.  They are celebrating 21 Days of Hope where so much of these kids’ adoption grants are raised.  If you have any ability to donate to these kids I just know you will be rewarded in heaven and on earth. (edited- I apoligize I cannot figure out how to put up the video image here, my host isn’t working with me today, but you won’t regret clicking!)

And for some down home, real life adventures with a gorgeous little girl called Moxie with DS, just head on over to Meriah’s place.

May all the blessings God brings us be yours this Spring.

{pfhr} & Theme Thursday!

Well hellooo amigos.  I’m officially at the 12 week mark with Baby 3!!!  So, to celebrate I thought I’d do a little fun linkage and sharing of the craze….



I’ve realized that the small victories around here are really small miracles.  Baking is my Love. It’s almost immediate gratification. Yesterday I actually had energy to bake!  I am so excited.  It’s the easiest of peasiest recipes from our beloved Ree over at Pioneer Woman.  I added some dark chocolate chips- cuz- and I know Miss Ree would agree- why wouldn’t cha?

 I’m finally starting to come out of the 1st trimester baby-is-healthy-making-mommy-sick-as-all-get-out blues.  Yay.  Maybe my family can have me back soon. Progesterone medication for baby to stay put is Almost done- thank sweet baby Jesus, and counting the minutes until we’re free. And- I am so blessed with the knowledge Creighton Model family planning provided us to Know I needed progesterone for a sucessful 1st trimester- no matter how sick.  And the ability to pay for and take this medication for a healthy baby.



I actually got a few precious quite morning moments with my big guy today.  That hasn’t happened in forever, and he still, kinda, fits in my lap.  Taking those while I still can.  God has blessed me and my heart is full.



Are those crazy flippy do bedhead hairs apparent enough?  Oh.My.Goodness.  Last week I went to pick him up from pre-school and his teacher is like “Hey, I have a funny picture to show you!”  She pulls out her phone and shows me the most MORTIFYING photo of my son with the most crazy bedhead.  Thank you, Miss Pre-school teacher. -She is really wonderful and just adores our son.  Aaaand- I now have the very best reason to start homeschooling.  I mean, what do you even do but laugh it off.  I made up some story that he won’t let us cut it.  Suuuuuure.



You know you’re pregnant when…. fill in the blank.  I baught this jar at around 4 pm yesterday.  Around 4:15pm this is what was left.

Very very richly blessed that I have pickle cravings at the 12 week mark.  Prayer and cravings are stemming the tide of worry. Thanks be to God that I have my family, my wonderful husband who loves and adores me, even when I’m not at my best and my lovely kids who make me smile each and every day.

Thanks so much to Like Mother Like Daughter and the lovely Cari  on Theme Thursday for linkup fun!  Ciao Amigos!