Entries tagged as memories
Thursday, February 5. 2009
I Am Easily Pleased
It's pretty pathetic but I guess you could say I don't get out much...
In December I was dressing for a party. I reached into the drawer of my jewelry box and took out my favorite earrings. They were a perfect match to my outfit and as I started to put them on, I remembered my silver snowflake earrings that would look even better with what I was wearing. Now where were they?...certainly not in this drawer full of my most often-worn earrings. No, they were probably in jewelry box #2...where my second string earrings live. I rummaged through box #2 until I found my silver snowflakes.
A month passes and I work, apparently doing nothing earring-worthy all the while.
Last week we had another occasion when I felt the need to change out of my "daycare provider uniform" consisting of sweats and sneakers. I went to my jewelry box to get my favorite pair of earrings and what did I find instead...?
One...only one of my favorite earrings.
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Friday, December 19. 2008
It's Beginning To Sound A Lot Like...
I am inspired to share a photo I took today of our Winter Wonderland. We are currently situated inside an "ice sandwich" - packed snow on the ground covered in a tasty solid layer of ice from last night's ice storm, topped off with a fresh dusting of today's snow. I am so moved by the weather in fact, that I am finally going to put the finishing touches on the following Holiday post and share it already!
I do believe, however, that a person's Christmas song preferences are every bit as personally subjective as her opinions on the aforementioned subjects. Yet in the spirit of the season I am perfectly willing to divulge my favorites, knowing full well that they are likely to spark as much controversy as my opinions on those other highly-charged topics of discussion.
Sadly, an appreciation of Christmas songs is not a memory Scott and I can share. Not having been raised celebrating Christmas is a bulletproof excuse though, so I really can't fault him for not waxing nostalgic when it comes to the seasonal tunes. Recently Scott has posted an awesome list of his favorite Non-Traditional Christmas songs on his blog. Although he has developed an appreciation throughout the years for songs about Christmas, Scott would be the first to note that it is different than the songs being ingrained in one's psyche since day one.
It's OK, though...fear not for our shared cultural reference quotient. We'll always have Trilogy of Terror and Caddyshack, so we've got that going for us...
Saturday, November 29. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #29
Wow...once I publish this post I'll have only one more day of participation in National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)! That means I have only one more opportunity to share a thirty word portrait of a person I know/knew. Here's a little thing I like to call Vignette #29...
Eddie
You were our paperboy and the older brother of a girl in my class. Mom thought you liked me. I thought you were a nerd. So was I but still...
Thursday, November 27. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #27
Welcome to the Thanksgiving edition of my NaBloPoMo project. Today on the twenty-seventh day of National Blog Posting Month I share with you yet another person I know/knew in exactly thirty words in Vignette #27...
Diana the Bitch
You were the teenager teaching the gymnastics class we took when we were eleven. You told my friend Elaine she was too fat to do gymnastics. We quit that day.
Tuesday, November 25. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #25
As National Blog Posting Month draws nearer to it's end, I am still posting daily throughout November. This year for NaBloPoMo I've been writing about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Meet Vignette # 25...
Sam
You were the kindly janitor who helped me find elusive Room 3 my first day of junior high school. I covered your retirement in a feature for the school newspaper.
Monday, November 24. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #24
We're in the home stretch of National Blog Posting Month! This year for NaBloPoMo I've been posting every day of November about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Here's a blast from my past...Vignette #24...
Standing Up Sleeping Guy
You were standing against boxes behind the counter, sleeping when I went with Daddy to the hardware store. The man ringing us up didn't seem to notice you behind him.
Sunday, November 23. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #23
There's only one more week of National Blog Posting Month to go! My, how November has flown as I participate in NaBloPoMo, writing each day of the month about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Here is Vignette #23...
Char
You came seeking advice about your abusive relationship. Unfortunately, I was young too and in such denial at the time about my own that I could offer no help whatsoever.
Friday, November 21. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #21
It's already NaBloPoMo the twenty-first! Every day throughout November I'm participating in National Blog Posting Month by writing about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Vignette #21 is a two-fer in a sense...
"The Normans"
You were the elderly couple (supposedly) living across the street from my family. In thirteen years I never once saw you or any signs of life coming from your house...
Thursday, November 20. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #20
For National Blog Posting Month I'm writing every day of November about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Today, on day twenty of NaBloPoMo, I give you Vignette #20...
Howard
You were the slight, anal-retentive church organist who also taught music at my elementary school. The way you tapped your foot in time with your accordion even seemed creepy.
Wednesday, November 19. 2008
Thirty Words For Thirty Days - #19
It's the nineteenth day of National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). I've been posting all month about a person I know/knew in exactly thirty words. Today I offer for your consideration, Vignette 19...
Fr. Bernadine
You're the balding, rotund priest who played jump rope with us at recess in your brown Franciscan robes. Behind your horn-rimmed glasses I can see your smiling, kind eyes.










