Reruns and Leftovers

The Rights of Passage

I am taking a brief sabatical. Here’s a little something from last year. Here’s the short list of things you need to know about staying in the hospital. First, never try to buy sensible yet stylish pajamas to wear in the hospital — the day before Valentines Day. Unless you think a black and red lace see-through number is appropriate for the hospital. If you do, it will no doubt, not make you popular with the nurses. The second thing is this: When going to the hospital, leave all of your valuables and your dignity at…

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The Doctor’s Appointment

I’m off to see my doc today, so for those of you who are new around here, I thought I’d re-run this post from this time last year. * * * * * It is the unfortunate state of my being that a doctor’s appointment is a reason to get all gussied up – to shave, to shampoo, to lather, rinse and repeat. To wear nice underwear. I remember when getting gussied up meant cocktails and a good time that didn’t involve a speculum. Nonetheless. I gussied for the good doctor and enjoyed a 45-minute Wiggles-free drive…

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The Credit Card

Sometime before Christmas, as I was getting into my car, I noticed something stuck between the seat and the console. So I bravely stuck my hand into that deep dark black hole where loose change, French fries and Goldfish go to die. And lo and behold it was a credit card! It was Antique Daddy’s credit card. At least once a week, Antique Daddy loses his money/credit cards/keys and I freak out and turn the house upside down looking for them. And while I’m busy freaking out and digging through the trash, he’s busy helping me…

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Always Real, Christmas, Reruns and Leftovers

The Tree

I’m decking my halls y’all and working on my tree and spreadin’ the sparkly, so today I leave you with this post from December of 2005. * * * * * It is December 3rd, 2005 in the year of our Lord, and I am kicking off the season that celebrates His birth by standing on the top step of an 8-foot-ladder, where there is a sticker that reads “Only An Idiot Would Stand Here.” And for those idiots who can’t read, this point is illustrated with a picture of a stick man falling to his death. …

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The Ponytail

 If you are new here, if you’ve come here by way of the Weblog Awards, this post was originally published in June of this year.  It is one of my favorites.  Today, up until sometime this afternoon — like 5pm CST I think — you can go here and vote for me.  And then we shall never speak of it again, because goodnight I am tired of speaking of it. * * * * *  Tonight around 10:30, I made my way to Sean’s room to turn off his lamp and to remove the dealership of matchbox cars from…

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Antique Daddy, Reruns and Leftovers

Pre-Marital Couseling – Now Available At Home Depot!

I’ve got company today, so I am running this so-called perfect post from last December.  Only two more days of shamesless (shameful?) self-promotion and begging for votes. If you haven’t voted yet, you can do so here.  And you can do so again in 24 hours! * * * * * If there is one thing that defines my relationship with Antique Daddy it is this: gutter covers. Before we were even married, we embarked upon a home improvement project together and in the process, we discovered everything we needed to know about surviving and sustaining a…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Lessons In Love And Logic From The Zoo

One of the key principles of the Love and Logic class I’m taking is allowing your children make as many mistakes as possible, even mistakes which might net them a minor boo boo.  Better to learn those life lessons early on when the price is low rather than in college when the stakes are much higher – a concept I fully embrace. At any rate, I was reminded of that as I was going through my old posts and cleaning up links and photos and such, when I came across this post from December of 2005.  You should be…

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The Neat Freak Gene

When Sean was first born, some people wondered if I was really his mother. He looked nothing like me. When his 85-year-old great aunt first laid eyes on him in the NICU she declared that she could have picked him out as Antique Daddy’s boy out of 1,000 babies. And she was right. They were both bald and had prominent chins. These days the boy looks more like me – uncooperative hair and usually wearing food. No matter whom he currently resembles, the quirky things he does that his quirky antique parents both do, makes him…

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Leftover Tuna

How To Be A Rock Star In Tuna If you ever find yourself in Texas, and you’re really hungry and you want good food and plenty of it, what you do is drive to the nearest small town, check the obituaries and then head to the church for the post funeral feeding. Wear an outdated and ill-fitting suit of clothes and look appropriately pitiful and you’ll blend right in. If you arouse any suspicion, you can always deflect it by complimenting the potato salad: “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know you. How did you…

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One In A Million

Two years ago this month, I wrote my first blog entry.  The second I hit the publish button for the first time, I thought “I’m done, I have nothing more to say.” And yet, here I am, two years later.  I had no idea there was so much to say about poop and boogers. In honor of my two year Blogversary, I am rerunning my first ever post.  * * * I once saw a cross-stitched pillow in a craft booth store that read “Grandma’s Are Just Antique Mommys”. I am not a grandma. I am a 47-year-old mother…

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