 Mother Theresa is just that, a mother and a Theresa, so don’t go reading any saintliness into the name. Originally she’s from Ontario, California, but one day Jesús knocked on her door and she followed him to Pamplona, where they now live with their three lovely daughters and a whiny Siamese cat. And, no, she doesn’t run in front of the bulls, or hang out at the Hemingway bar (Theresa, not the cat...well, the cat doesn’t either, but that’s beside the point). Currently, she’s a woman-of-all-trades (which is just a glorified way of saying bored housewife), and when she’s not at her blog, The Rain in Spain, you can often find her tripping over toys, answering questions about where babies come from and who invented chalk, or tackling immense mountains of ironing. But mostly, she’s blogging. Her motto is “If you can’t laugh, what can you do?” After all, when you spend a lot of your time cleaning toilets you’d better find something to laugh about. She came into writing accidentally, much in the way an unsuspecting insect flies into a spider web, but at least she’s still alive, which is probably more than the bug can say. After college, she hadn’t so much as written a letter until the day her blog was unleashed into the blogosphere, and now no one can stop her unrelenting flow of nonsense. Some say it was a dangerous mistake, but most people just laugh and humor her. Where is she headed? Nobody knows, but one thing’s for sure, she’s having a lot of fun along the way (and it’s a great excuse not to do the ironing). You too can contribute to the Keep Mother Theresa from Ironing campaign by e-mailing her at theresaosinga[at]yahoo.es.
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Wednesday, 07 May 2008 |
|
  I took my cat to the vet the other day, and to ease the boredom of the wait, I started to read the ads people put up. There were a couple of cute puppies being given away, Persians and Poodles for sale, and some ads for doggy sweaters. The usual.
Then I found this: |
|
Read more...
|
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Tuesday, 22 April 2008 |
|
 Husband: My feet are sexier than yours.
Wife: Nuh-uh! Mine are way sexier. Husband: No, they’re not. Wife: Are too. This, my friends, is what you can expect after fifteen years of marriage. |
|
Read more...
|
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Sunday, 13 April 2008 |
|
 Will the owner of Victoria Beckham’s butt please stand?
Not her real butt. I’m talking about the one that appears in that perfume ad she and Becks have out. It’s called Intimately Beckham. Talk about intimate. What could be more intimate than having someone else’s rear stuck on yours? That’s a very interesting photographic ménage à trois they’ve got going on there: Vicky, Becky, and Mystery Butt. |
|
Read more...
|
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Saturday, 05 April 2008 |
|
 "Beep. Beeeep. I said BEEP, dammit!" And with that, I was rudely awakened in the middle of the night.
I was sleeping, which is in no way the same as being asleep. It sounds the same? No, it’s not. Is f***ing the same as being f***ed? Didn’t think so. Sleeping is an active thing, a thing to be enjoyed and taken seriously, while being asleep is something anybody can do. |
|
Read more...
|
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Saturday, 22 March 2008 |
|
 Whenever I go on vacation I feel the need to leave my house spotless. I also make lists, and check off stuff as I go. Bathroom scrubbed? Check. Floors vacuumed? Check. Clothes for if it’s cold? Check. Clothes for if it’s warm? Check. Coats? Check. Extra coats in case somebody pukes? Check. Snakebite kit? We won’t be needing that but, Check.
|
|
Read more...
|
|
|
Written by Mother Theresa
|
|
Saturday, 15 March 2008 |
|
 A tidbit of news caught my attention last week. It seems that an Italian scientist, named Emmanuele Jannini no less, has finally found the holy grail of orgasms. Yes, that's right, he’s pinpointed the elusive G spot.
Why doesn’t it surprise me that he’s Italian? |
|
Read more...
|
|
|
