A. Rose & Her (A)Musings

A sassy wife living a sassy life


Renewal: the state of being made new, fresh, or strong again

I have never before chosen a word for the year, but thanks to the Holy Spirit, this one felt so right. (Thanks for the inspiration, Alyssa!)

2015 was a beautiful year full of so many blessings, but it was one full of many challenges. It was a year of loss for our family, but also a celebration of life. There were stresses with job transitions for my husband. Perhaps the hardest thing was that it felt like a year that took its toll on my body. You would think that endless doctor visits and holistic experiments would do the opposite, but instead I found that magnified focus on my health caused more anxiety than anything. I’ve struggled to trust the Lord and snuggle in close to him through prayer time.

But here’s the thing.

We have already had amazing blessings pour out upon us, and it’s only the second week of 2016! Jobs have landed in my husband’s lap from the heavens. We made a much-needed transition to a bigger apartment. It has a bedroom, y’all! Everlane accidentally credited me with too much money in my account so they let me splurge fo’ free. Qdoba gave us free meals. And best of all – Our Lady of Guadalupe is gifting us with a trip to see her in Mexico City in the spring!

See what I mean?! As my mom said, “When it rains, it pours!”

It’s time to renew my faith in the Lord. To make more time for prayer. To be disciplined and take care of my body. To challenge myself at work. To revel in the blessings we have rather than focus on what we want. What I want from this year is to be made strong again. And by golly, it’s gonna happen!

Here’s to the Year of Renewal. Saint John Paul II, pray for me!



Very Random Musings edition Two:

  1. Boar meat. Might be one of my favorites. I still remember the first time I ate it in Siena, Italy in a little hole in the wall with my family. It was in a bolognese sauce and.. just.. wow. Permanent love affair.
  2. My Grandma joined her husband up in heaven last week, just in time for them to celebrate their 78th wedding anniversary. Their love is such an inspiration to us all and their story needs to live on. My grandpa passed away a few months ago and we knew my grandma would follow shortly thereafter. When you thought of one, you thought of the other. Rest in peace, you two!
  3. My husband and I have been trying to make it a habit to go ‘Sunday Sabbathing’ on, you guessed it, Sundays. We are doing this for a couple reasons: one, Duluth is gorgeous and we want to take advantage of its natural beauty and fun; two, we believe in leisure on the Lord’s day; and three, we need to get off our devices more often. It’s been a great decision to make Sunday a day of exploration.
  4. Pope Francis in USA. Just, yes.
  5. My husband made the most flipping ADORABLE video of my niece’s first birthday party. Get a load of her ridiculously cute personality and my hubby’s great video skillz here. Happy birthday, little girl!


This really speaks to my heart.

“As we have seen, there is sometimes a big difference between what God is actually asking of us, and what we imagine he is asking. We won’t have the grace to do what God is not asking of us. But for what he is asking, he has promised us his grace: God grants what he commands. When God inspires us to do something (if it really is God who is the source of the inspiration), at the same time he supplies the ability to do it, even if it is beyond our capacity or scares us at the start. Every motion that comes from God brings both the light to understand what God intends, and the strength to accomplish it: light that illuminates the mind, and strength that gives power to the will.”

— Fr. Jacques Philippe
In the School of the Holy Spirit

source: the Catholic Company’s Morning Offering email


Dignity (n.): The quality or condition of being esteemed or honored; Inherent nobility and worth; Poise and self-respect.


Or is it
A characteristic so often forgotten.
Abandoned and ignored in a climactic moment of power.
What good people have, not evil.
What useful people have, not useless.


I lament for Your people, O Lord! Give us the eyes to see the truth, the beauty, the goodness bestowed upon each one of Your creatures. Give us the grace to be unconditional in our care for the earth and all who possess it. Allow others to experience Your love through us.

Let us be nothing and You be everything.


Gosh do I love the Haben’s ridiculous arguments. They are annoying and I want to pinch my husband’s booty in the midst of them, but you know you’re involved in a worthless argument when you can’t keep a straight face.

Hamburger Fingers took place at senior citizens’ favorite place to drink morning coffee: McDonald’s. We had just left an appointment with a nutritionist because I’ve been struggling majorly with unintentional weight loss. A woman’s dream come true, right? NOPE. I am the 1% who actually wants to gain weight. Maybe I will one day write on this epic journey I am unwillingly being taken on, aaaand maybe I won’t.

Anywho, my husband has been trying to fatten me up left and right, as has my family. It’s very cute. My sister pours food on my plate like she is a farmer trying to beef up her cattle. Hyuk hyuk. Puns. So after the meeting with the nutritionist, Operation Weight Gain went into full effect. Although not endorsed in the slightest by my doctor or really by me, Max enouraged us to stop at the Unhealthiest Place on the Planet. What purgatory for him! We entered the dungeon of death, and:

Cue the scene

My dear husband gets two burgers and I get one. I give him the side eye. The young cashier boy makes a mental note – never get married. We sit down, and I go to town on our shared order of french fries while he works on burger number one.

It is here where our pleasant McDonald’s visit starts to turn sour.

“Why don’t you slow down,” he says, as he begins to hoard fries on his side of the tray.
“I don’t want you to get sick,” he says.

I go back to my McChicken, staring hard at him as he piles fries onto his burger. Never have I seen him pull such a fantastic and indignant move.

At this point our annoyance towards each other slowly begins to grow. Oh woe to the poor retired couple about to witness a bloodbath.

I try to tell him something. He ignores me. I try again. He ignores me a second time.

“Sorry – I didn’t hear you,” he says.

Annoyance meter jumps up 20%.

I finish my chicken sandwich. He is already knee deep into his final and most prized possession of a burger. I take note of how much is left and am slightly offended he is almost done and hasn’t offered me any.

I make a game plan.

Right about now, I begin to see the fear written on his face. The whites of his eyes were showing like a horse about to spook – STAY AWAY FROM MY SECOND BURGER. Knowing how much of a “just one bite” moocher I can be, he recommends I get one for myself.

“No thanks,” I say, “I am not hungry enough for a whole one.
Instead… I just want one bite of yours.”

I grasp his burger with my meaty paws. He stares at me, his hands clenched into fists. I take one teeny bite, then two. I go for a third teeny bite for good measure (and revenge) but am rudely interrupted.

Max abruptly stands up. “I’m going to get another burger!” he declares. “No!” I shout, frantically thinking about all that fake cheese clogging his arteries. “You don’t need one! Take your burger back, I only took one collectively-normal-sized bite!”

“No!” Max declares. “Eat it! You were going to finish it anyway! I’m getting another one!”

“Fine,” I say, settling back into my chair to watch my victory slowly unfold. Go get one, if you absolutely need it so much.”

Max hesitates, caught in my impeccably-placed trap. Knowing he just ate two burgers and a sizeable amount of fries, he shrinks back in defeat, nostrils flaring in the wind created by our angry breaths.

I get up to go to the bathroom. “Meet you at the car,” I huff.

By now, we are both angry laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. You know, that super annoying thing where you’re actually super mad but you can’t stop laughing? The guffaws continue as we meet back up outside, resolving our ridiculous argument with a hug. It was hilarious. I swear.

… I guess you had to be there.

Until next time, Tuna Fingers.