It’s been awhile since I have done this, so I figured why not. Here’s a summary of some of the more offbeat, underreported items that I found of interest.
- An Indiana eighth grader won the Scripps National Spelling Bee by spelling the word guerdon, which ironically means reward. My favorite moment came in an earlier round, however, where he was given the word numnah, which is the blanket that goes between the saddle and the horse. But it is hard to hear, and the poor boy thought the word he was given was numbnut. With a look of incredulity on his face he repeated it to the judge and the crowd went nuts. Upon finding out that it was indeed a different word, his response was “well that’s a relief”.
- Rush hour traffic outside of Chicago, Illinois was lagging two weeks ago because a tractor trailer overturned and spilled its cargo over the interstate. Two lanes were closed while officials tried to clean up the mess. The cargo? Fourteen tons of double stuff Oreo cookies. Continue reading
I know I live alone, with my dog and the unpredicted cat. And there are times when you could swear that the pillow was over here, now it was over there; or when you could have sworn you had another beer or soda in the fridge but when you look there is none; or when you thought that the cans of soup were alphabetized or in ‘order’ and come back and they’re mish mashed. While these little foibles are a bit irritating and to a beliver poltergeistish there is sometimes a situation when such things truly are an indicator of something wrong.
Take this guy, for example. Thinks he is going insane because food goes missing. Turns out he’s not going nuts but there is in fact a woman that is living in his closet, complete with mattress, and she has probably been there for awhile. She was caught when the motion sensor activated camera on his pantry called his cell phone and the woman was subsequently arrested.
On the woman’s behalf, she had some cahones. I get that it is expensive to live, and here she is not causing trouble just stealing food and taking care of herself to make ends meet.
Here are my two questions: 1)How did she get into the apartment in the first place? Party guest? Guy goes out to dump the trash and she sneaks in? It’s impressive. 2)How on earth did this guy have someone living in a closet that he didn’t know about? Just how big was his apartment that he didn’t realize that SOMEONE WAS LIVING IN HIS CLOSET for several months. Is this man really that oblivious?
So awhile ago I was in the evil place–also known as a bookstore–and saw a book on sale for about $5. So what the heck, I picked it up. It was called the Yada Yada Prayer Group. I did not realize at the time that it was the first of seven books, but it was cheap and a fun read. While it was like a lot of contemporary Christian fiction (aka, schlocky and full of stereotypes) it was still an okay read. So I finished it, hit the library, and have finished the first three books in four days. The themes haven’t changed much, still schlocky and stereotypical, but the thing is stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. There’s a little bit of truth behind all of it. And while it might make you cringe and while you might say ‘no, that’s not me’, the truth of it is that there is always a little something that you can relate to.
The books aren’t fantastic fiction, by any means, but they are an easy read. I think one of the things that really rings true is that among this group of twelve women are various ethnicities. Two hispanic, one South African, three black, and the rest white. Messianic Jews, Christian, searching for God, and an ex-con among them, but still a diverse mix. Thrown together by circumstance and not by choice they then have an experience that draws them together as a group. Continue reading
Okay, so I am surfing over to see how my friend is doing and see if there are any new photos of the girls, and what do you know dang it the girl called me out! Like we haven’t all seen this in email format over and over again, now it’s in blog format? But okay, here goes:
Favorite person (outside of family): Outside of family? That’s just not fair. Too many of my good girlfriends to pick just one. Alphabetically there’s B, C, C, C, V, H, and a few others that are very important to me.
Favorite food: fresh fruit and veggies, milk–does that count as a food? Okay, frozen milk–i.e., ice cream.
Quirks about you: Ha! I so have more than one. Continue reading
You know how sometimes, without even meaning too, you lose touch with someone from your past? We all have friends that are that way or pastimes that have ended, even though we do not want them to do so. You keep meaning to get in touch, you keep meaning to visit, you keep meaning to reconnect. But somehow you always run out of time, you never quite make it, you never remember.
I’ve been guilty of this just as much as the next person. Girls that I grew up with that I have then disconnected with. Girls that I was thick as thieves with in college and then haven’t spoken to but a handful of times in the last five years–if that much. (J, this means you!) Girls that I miss horribly as we did everything together for years. Girls that I stood up for as they got married, sometimes more than once come to think of it. I am not the greatest at keeping in touch, I will freely admit, as once I come home I usually do not want to speak to anyone since i am on the phone/computer all day. One of my closest friends I praise all the time–we met at a conference ages ago (ten years? Good grief, C, has it really been that long?) Continue reading
Do you ever wonder who comes up with these ideas? Some make sense, some are cool, some are just laugh-out-loud absurd. My brother and I were at a loss for last Christmas when shopping for mom, so we turned it into an infomercial themed event. I think Goodwill has benefited from just about everything we got her, but it was still fun.
As I have had the TV on in the background today, these are the ones that I have heard the commercials for today:
- Ped Egg
- Aqua Globe
- Buxton Bag Organizer
- Sonic Scrubber
- Infinity Razor
- Craft Light Cutter
- Awesome Auger
- Debbie Meyers Green Bags
And this doesn’t count the ones that we normally see, such as the Continue reading
Disclaimer: Sorry, bit rambling today, but lots of thoughts all jumbled up in my mind haven’t straightened themselves out enough to be linear. Typing this helped some, but not quite enough . . .
This morning I was actually up early (woo hoo!) and made it to the pancake breakfast at church without any hardship. Considering I am usually not even remotely awake at the time it started, this constituted a true accomplishment for me this AM. I had a very nice time, sat with some of the ladies from my small group and was joined by B and NoMH a bit after 8am. Because I was there so early I went to the early gym service instead of my usual 1115 spot.
Boy, what a difference between the two of them. Continue reading
So it’s the first time I’ve taken time off in six months. I can’t remember the last time I had time off with no agenda whatsoever, though. I have accomplished just about everything on my to do list within the first 48 hours, and now have another 48 hours to do whatever I please.
So far, I’ve done tons of stuff around the house–both inside and out. Been to the eye doctor for new contacts (I can see!) and seen the latest Indiana Jones flick. Which rocked, by the way. Aside from the pancake breakfast at church tomorrow and a quick stop by Home Depot, I foresee a couple of days spent in the hammock with a book and a pillow–so I can read and snooze to my heart’s desire!
You gotta love a true vacation!
So today was part deux of my father’s visit. While I felt for him, he didn’t sleep well last night, I slept like a rock. We worked for another three hours this AM, trimming hedges, power washing a bit more, and then cutting down tree number two. He left to meet a friend around 1145 for lunch, and I cleaned up in the house a bit more. Once he came back to change clothes, load the trailer, and hit the road about two hours later, I climbed in the hammock with a book.
I lasted about fifteen minutes before I fell asleep.
I think I took a three hour nap. Woke up and then read a good 270 pages of a book. Then I tried to get out of the hammock.
My calves are used to wearing 3-4 inch heels every day to work. I can walk in them until the cows come home. The last two days I have been wearing gardening crocks, and now my calves feel like they are about to pop in half. I am in so much pain it isn’t even funny.
But it was worth it. I cannot believe the difference washing made on my deck, patio, and chairs. And I have a ton of stuff done, then once I buy weed killer and a patio sealer I can finish up.
Tomorrow, I’m not doing a lick of work in the yard. I have a torturous eye doctors appointment in the morning, then I’m seeing the new Indiana Jones flick with friends. Nothing beats a day full of doing nothing!!!
So today I’m not working, and my father, that blessed man, came down to help me out around the house. We’ve power washed 7/8 of it, cut down a tree, cut the grass, fixed my car, rehung siding, and have another list for tomorrow. Bless his heart, I bet he didn’t think he’d get into all this when he retired. But heaven knows I’m thankful.
I mean, come on, I clean the patio all the time. And while powerwashing it I swear I saw penicillin growing!
So I took him out to dinner to say thanks. It’s the least I could do.
I’m tired, sore, and content, and we get to start all over again tomorrow!!!!!
Living where I do, in a town that has three other major towns within a two hour drive and several more within four hours, we get passed by on a regular basis. For someone like me who is a major theater junkie, that means that we frequently get passed by for various touring entertainment acts–concerts, plays, musicals, you name it.
But tonight was an exception.
Ever since BACI went bankrupt a few years ago we have not had many opportunities to enjoy touring Broadway shows. Well, for two nights, we got The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. (The third night was canceled for some reason). And it was a great blast of fun.
I have had the soundtrack ever since it won the Tony for best actor in a musical a few years ago, so I knew the words. Good thing, because the acoustics at the Mosque sucked as usual. Sorry, but it’s true. That place is just horrible for sound. But B, NoMH, and I had a blast, and it was a great way to kick off my vacation.
That’s right, I’m on vacation. My daddy is coming to town to power wash the house and help me clean out the yard (he keeps saying that is what husbands are for, and while NoMH helps it just doesn’t count) so I’m loving the fact that he’s coming down.
So hey! Great vacation thus far! Doesn’t get better than Broadway musicals!!!
So today, I sat down and finally finished an email response to a friend who emailed me ten days ago. Just trying to catch up, and then the wordy email reply. In the email, I mentioned how I had read (again) the entire Harry Potter series and was looking for something to read that was decent, because everything I had read since just didn’t hold up. And then on and on about other things.
So what do I find when I get home from work today? Two boxes on the front step. One of them was from my friend. It was full of books. She absolutely rocks. I now have plenty of material to get me through the holiday weekend. Ask and ye shall receive!
So thanks, my darling friend, and your thank you note will be in the mail tomorrow!
Tonight was the production by the youth of the church. It just amazes me that you have 250 kids between seventh and twelfth grade that are that into what they believe. I think I was a complete and total mess at that age, and I know that I was no different than these kids, but they just seem to have it all together. And they’re so on fire for what they really believe in. The leadership role that a lot of these kids has grown into is spectacular, and since I first started attending I’ve seen several really grow into wonderful men and women.
In 1977, my family moved from the only house that I had remembered into a new one. Immediately our neighbors, L&D, became like family to us. And when he came along, their son C did as well. Through the divorce of my parents to the troubled teen years, L was there for my mom to lean on and for my brother and I to run to when needed. Mom remarried in the early ’90’s and moved five miles down the road, then a year later L&D moved five STATES down the road when they relocated to Naples, Florida.
Today after church I went to the funeral home to pay my respects to L, whose mother passed away on Thursday morning. D could not make the trip as he is horribly ill, too frail to make the journey due to chemo, but L&C came up for the funeral. Continue reading
Finally! A Saturday with absolutely gorgeous weather, light breeze, no clouds, and not too hot. So this morning, after I had breakfast, I picked up B and NoMH for a trip “to the middle of nowhere” according to NoMH. Actually, we just went to the other side of the river and west a bit to get to the Berry Farm. Neither B nor NoMH had ever been berry picking before. Since I starting going with my Papa when I was knee high to a grasshopper, that came as a complete shock to me. It’s just one of those things, you know? We always went, every May, got a ton of fruit, put a bunch in the freezer, quite a bit in the fridge, and then lots of bread, jam, and freezings. Continue reading