Reruns and Leftovers, School

The View Master

Tempus fugit, carpe diem and all that. Last day of kindergarten, pass the kleenex.  This post was originally published last year but seems especially appropriate today as I sit at my desk trying to figure out how it all got away from me so fast.  Neither sweet nor bitter stays on the tongue for very long.  Tempus fugit indeed. * * * These days, life seems to click past from weekend to weekend, holiday to holiday, school year to school year.  It is as though I am seeing my life through a View-Master.  With the click…

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Christmas, Reruns and Leftovers

Fake And Sparkly – Still Not A Bad Thing

This post is from last December.  It is still applicable. * * * One day last week, Sean and I spent the afternoon putting up Christmas decorations.  I used to really enjoy decking the halls, but I have come to a point in life where it seems to be more work than fun. As I root through box after box of stuff, I wonder if hanging fake glittery stuff on a fake tree only to be removed and boxed up again in 30 days is a good use of my time and energy, both of which…

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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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Memaw, Papa George, Reruns and Leftovers, Tuna

Therapy, Financial Advice and a Make Over. All In One Place

My mother and father-in-law have owned a cosmetics studio and clothing boutique in downtown Tuna for the past 30 years.  In addition to selling makeup and outfitting the local church ladies, they have provided a number of other services to the locals. Up until a few years ago, an older lady named Leona would come in every other week or so with her checkbook and hand it over to George.  Leona couldn’t read or write a lick so she brought her checkbook in and George would balance her statement and tell her how much money she…

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Makes Me Sigh, Mildly Amusing, Reruns and Leftovers

Cuter

“He’s cuter than he used to be.” This was a comment that I overheard recently at a family gathering. When I realized the speaker was referring to my son, I laughed involuntarily. Not a belly laugh, but a sniff of disbelief as though I were trying to expel a gnat from my nose. Cuter than he used to be! Absurd. Her words seeped into the spongy part of my brain that processes and analyzes. I was surprised when I started to feel a little indignant. What exactly did she mean by that? That Sean wasn’t cute…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Boundary Issues

Antique Daddy was out of town one day last week. He works from home, so the three of us are together a lot. A lot. Of togetherness. All  together. At one time. In one place. Often. So, on those rare occasions when he’s out of town, I miss him and all that, yada yada yada, but it’s also kind of nice for Sean and I to do our own free-form, free-spirited thing as that’s the kind of people Sean and I are – two zany Bohemians. Anyway, back to the subject at hand (which I haven’t…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Goose Eggs With A Side of Synthroid

I don’t know what it says about me that two of the most popular search terms used to get this site are “child has goose egg on head” and “synthroid overdose”.  I thought I’d save the world wide web the trouble today and put this all-inclusive post right up at the top. It was originally published in April of 2007. * * * Two of the worst things that have ever happened to my child have happened when he was sitting on my kitchen counter and I was standing less than one foot away from him.…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Pathetically Uncool On All Levels

I’m at Red Lobster. On a Friday night. At 5pm. I am wearing the same Wal-Mart workout clothes that I put on at 7am that morning. But I never got around to working out. I look down and notice my shirt is on inside out. I am drinking a glass of house Cabernet. That is the Red Lobster house wine people. I, not my date, pay the tab. (He can’t find his credit card. Of course.) When the waiter returns with the bill and my credit card, he asks for my ID. I consider jumping on…

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Faith, Reruns and Leftovers

Looking For My Box

Why is it that churches need to put people in boxes? When Jesus spoke to and fed the crowd of 5,000, did he organize them into Youth, Singles, Young Professionals, Young Marrieds, Young Families, Pacesetters and Widowed and Divorced? There’s a verse in Scripture that compares the body of the church to that of the human body, where all parts do their own thing but contribute to the wellness of the whole.  In our current church culture, generally all the Toes meet in room B3 and the Fingers meet in B4, neither benefiting from the wisdom…

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Reruns and Leftovers

The Sweater

The following post was originally published November 2007. * * * * * I have a love-hate relationship. With sweaters. They catch my eye in the store. They are so pretty. They call to me, “Pssst! Hey you! Over here! Touch me! You know you want to – I’m soft, you’ll like it. Trust me.” Never trust a sweater, trust ME on this. And like a sailor who can’t resist the call of the Sirens, I am unable to resist the call of the sweaters. So I sidle over to the rack and pull out just…

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