Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in spirit, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Matthew 5:3-12

Oh Lord,

Teach me to seek You and reveal yourself to me when I seek You.

For I cannot seek You unless You first teach me, nor find You unless You first reveal yourself to me.

Let me seek You in longing, and long for You in seeking.

Let me find You in love, and love You in finding.

~Saint Ambrose of Milan

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Name: Erin Yonke

Location: Aurora, IL

Info: I'm happily married to my husband and champion pro-life activist, Matt. I stay home with my three small boys; Ambrose (11/06), Peter (3/08), and Joseph (9/10).

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

you will marry a peanut butter jar.

Apparently there is a popular new policy in grocery stores that allows liquor to only be sold to a person over the age of 21 who is also in the company of persons over the age of 21. Which means that when Matt buys alcohol, I get carded too. We've only had two experiences with this. The first was in Jewel, and the manager was a reasonable man who clearly understood that married people with children are an exception to this particular rule, rolled his eyes at the employee who was about to send us away, and approved our purchase. The second, however, was in Target, where the manager was an awful old woman who insisted that she couldn't sell beer to us, because I am, in fact, still 8 months away from my 21st birthday. When we asked her why the baby didn't need an ID, she told us that our son was "a little bit different because he wasn't able to drink the alcohol." I think he's as able to drink alcohol as he is to drink anything else! So why do I get carded? As far as I can tell, it's because I look like I might want to drink it. And that is discrimination.

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At his doctor appointment last week, Ambrose weighed 12 pounds. That is quite nearly doubling his birth weight, and, since his last visit, an average gain of a pound per week. This has also taken him from the 15th percentile for length and weight at birth to the 50th percentile. Good work, tubby. All your nursing is paying off.

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Blogger Kacy said ... (February 08, 2007 6:54 AM) : 

This happened to my fiance and I when we were at HEB. He was going to be 21 in 6 hours! However, the lady behind the counter told him to go outside while I got in a different line. It's such an arbitrary thing to do because it's easy to get around it.


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