But don’t follow up with this.
Go!
But don’t follow up with this.
Go!
Happy Festivus, y’all.There will likely be plenty of comfort food tonight.
Um, no feats of strength since the thought of either of us being wrestled to the ground will require a call to 911, and those good folks are probably busy.
There will be, however, the airing of grievances. Let me get started with that.
1. Done with this rain. Done! We rarely get a white Christmas; I’ll pass on a wet one.
2. I ran out of whiskey. Why? WHY?
3. I didn’t win the lotto. Again.
4. Otis does not have opposable thumbs and thus, is useless to me. Unless we talk about doggy kisses and joy and all that stuff, but we’re not, cuz I’m airing grievances, not joys.
5. I need more hugs.
I anticipate Festivus miracles!
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John and I went to a Duck Dynasty-themed Christmas party.
I know — I know. Why not you?
We can’t all live the dream. That’s why I’m sharing some pictures.
We were somewhere on the way to Flannery O’Connor’s place. This means nothing to you, I know, but let’s just say we were out in the country along some state road at a Wings place. Wait. Not just a wings place, the definitive wings place. And we had a party. Just like that.
Afterward, John and I stopped at Scoops to cool our palates with delicious ice cream. He had strawberry shortcake and I had pralines and cream because they didn’t have the kind of chocolate that I’ve been known to swoon over. We sat in the rocking chairs facing the square and enjoyed the people watching.
So that’s it. An epic date night for sure. Thought I’d share.
You are Deanna Troi
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You are a caring and loving individual. You understand people’s emotions and you are able to comfort and counsel them. ![]() |
I admit that when I see that top bumper sticker a part of me gets really annoyed. Some snark wants to make it’s way out, but I squash it and just roll my eyes.
So when I saw this bumper sticker and noticed there was a second one under it proposing more of the same tired rhetoric, I had a different knee-jerk response. You see, I noticed, from far away, that the Cross had been replaced with something that looked kind of like a cross but wasn’t, and my dander got up.
And then, I got up close enough to see this epic call for peace.
Can you name all the universes represented here?
Sometimes I’m a little slow to catch on to things that are probably a little obvious. Luckily, it usually strikes me as funny instead of giving me a complex.
Like for example, that if I enjoy the beauty of my garden by going outside to see the prettinesses when they bloom, I could probably pick a few and bring them inside to continue to be delighted.
So I did.
I need to come clean here: this isn’t a new picture. I took it a few years ago while I was waiting in a carpool line and I ran out of things to do. I happened to have my camera with me and I started playing around with motion and got this shot. I’ve always liked it, as far as self-portraits go. And I can be a hipster and say I took a selfie before it became ubiquitous. Ha!
I really like this picture, and I really like the challenge to somehow capture fleeting in a photograph. I love that my eyes are not moving here; they are focused on the moment, but the rest is in motion.
Isn’t that what happens when we get in the zone while we’re doing something we love? When I was a kid, I’d be playing so hard I wouldn’t remember to go in for lunch until my mom called me in, flustered and annoyed by the number of times she had to call for me. Later, playing basketball, I’d find my zone and time would both stand still and somehow zoom to the end of the fourth quarter.
As a young mother, I loved to rock my babies to sleep, and sometimes I’d feel like I was defying the laws of physics — the rocking chair would be moving back and forth, but my eyes would be locked on the face of the precious child in my arms, and time would stand still.
Those moments were fleeting, for sure, but they are also engraved in my mind’s eye…kind of like the picture.