Antique Childhood

Everything I Ever Remember About Kindergarten

Sean begins kindergarten shortly after Labor Day. And like every other mother in America who is sending a child off to kindergarten, I can’t believe this day has arrived so quickly. It seems like just yesterday that we found out we were expecting. I guess I should be reflecting on the past five years and how they have slipped away so quickly, but what I find myself thinking about is how the past 45 years have slipped away so quickly. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was in kindergarten.  When I look at my…

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Always Real, Faith

So Small

Antique Daddy and I have been saying bedtime prayers with Sean since the day we brought him home from the hospital.  It’s our routine. It’s what we do. Those early prayers were often desperate pleas for help and grace and mercy.  We had no idea what to do with a four-pound baby.  We were terrified.  We felt so very small in the bigness of the task we had been given.  We felt as though we had been sent out to fish the Bering Sea in a row boat. The other night as I settled Sean for…

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Reruns and Leftovers, Wal-Mart

Advanced Grocery Shopping

Sean has not started school yet, and won’t until after Labor Day, but it seems that everyone else has. Consequently I’ve been promoted to most favored playmate status, which is all kinds of wonderful but leaves little time for other things, like attending to this blog.  So here’s a re-run from way back in August of 2005, one of my first posts. * * * * * The earth is inhabited by two kinds of people: Those who love to go to the grocery store and then the other 98% of the population — those who…

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Always Real, Antique Embarrassment

No Pearls

If there is any possible way to offend someone, I can do it, and usually in record time. I am gifted that way. Several years ago, I was helping my mother-in-law in her boutique in downtown Tuna, and a mature lady came in with her slightly less mature sister.  The younger sister was looking for a dress to wear to a wedding. They were both simply dressed, wore their hair styled in a bun and no make-up.  I thought nothing of it because that’s kind of how I look in Wal-Mart on any given day. I…

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Antique Childhood, Antique Junk Drawer

The Bride Lady

Back in the late 70s, after I graduated from high school, I worked for an insurance company whose offices are on the edge of a small historical downtown area. The particular building that I worked in occupied one city block and was six stories tall, and having been built in the post-modern era, it had windows all the way around, top to bottom, which meant you could see all there was to see. Which wasn’t a whole lot. However, on most days you could look out the windows and see a middle-aged woman wearing a tattered…

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Always Real, Sometimes Sweet

Lick The Bowl

Yesterday morning, Sean decided that we should make muffins for breakfast.  I told him I thought that was a great idea and that he should do that; he should make us some muffins. Sean has been my sous chef since he was old enough to stand upright on his own.  I love having him in the kitchen with me. It always seemed easier to me to give him something to stir or maul with a dull knife than to run him off or park him in front of the TV.  Sure,  early on it was a…

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Bloggin' Buddies

The Internet Is Awesome

Friday night I drove far far far FAR away from my home to have dinner with Screwed Up Texan and Amy who writes Living Locurto. I had never met either of them before, but chances are, if you read someone’s blog, you probably know more about them than people who really know them know about them — it’s just that you’ve never actually met them.  Diagram that sentence, I dare you. Anyway, we had a delightful time sharing stories and chatting about all things blogging and everything else.  We discovered that we are all three artists…

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Silliness, Southern Living

Fire Ants Are Of The Devil

God made all the animals. It says so right in the Bible. But I’m convinced that fire ants are of the devil. I say this because fire ants are so vile and so wretched and seem to be born to pour out misery upon humanity.  And also I say this because of the many similarities between fire ants and sin. And also because I thought it would make a clever little post. Now I did not grow up with fire ants. I grew up in the mid-west where the icy anesthesia of winter calls the earth…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

The Confliction Of Five

As of late, Sean has been trying to convince me that he is over being a baby, that being a baby is so yesterday, that he has moved on, that he has joined the ranks of the big boys. But like a politician, his actions don’t always line up with his words. The other day as we were leaving the house for a play date, he ran back to his bedroom and grabbed Mr. Monkey to take with him in the car. As we are walking towards the garage, I notice his grimy little boy fingers,…

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Antique Embarrassment

The Bank

When I woke up the other day, there were no obvious indicators that the banking industry had it in for me. So I got out of bed. After breakfast, Sean and I set out on a few errands.  Our first stop was the bank.  I very seldom go to the bank any more, but I had a check that needed to be deposited and it was easier to zip through the drive through lane as we were out and about, rather than mailing it.  Or so I thought. I pulled into the drive-through and prided myself…

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