Hello out there in Blogsville,
I'm not sure if anyone really reads these things or if this is actually a writing discipline I'm doing only for myself. Oh, well...
October 20th was my 27th anniversary. Little did I know when I was planning our wedding so many years ago that the date was going to compete so much with the general football population of the United States of America. Maybe I should have been clued in when we were planning to get married in September but between my dad and Oklahoma football and Lance and South Carolina football, there was not a date that would fit where both of them would show up on the same day, thereby, we were married on October 20th because Carolina was playing an away game and Oklahoma was at Kansas.
Somehow, since I'm forgetful, I rarely remember ever year or so when Lance says to me,"Honey, let's go to the mountains for our anniversary this year." To me, the mountains mean cuddling up by a fire, hiking, roasting marshmallows and eating s'mores. To Lance, it means that South Carolina is playing either Vanderbilt or Tennessee and he can be efficient and cross off two things on his list.
So a week ago, we went to the "Lance-type" mountains. I must say that it was a perfect fall day and from the top of the Vandy stands, I could almost make out several trees turning colors.
The other thing that's weird to me is that on this "romantic" weekend we spend it with other people (friends that go with us to the game) and talk about "footbally" type stuff. Then when we get back to the hotel, we watch the other games we missed including instant replays. This is not my idea of lovey-dovey.
Since I barely pay attention to the things I like to do, you can imagine what sitting like sardines on concrete benches does for my focus. So, to be polite, I think up other things to think about. First, I looked at the Vanderbilt fans. I couldn't find a Vandy Redneck anywhere! Instead of hearing..."Listen, here you
#%$$#%^&&*** ref; I heard, "Listen here, old chap..." Odd. Then instead of the stadium smelling like beer, I could only smell coffee. Weird.
During my 2nd half contemplations, I started thinking about their mascot name...the Commodores. Now, a commodore is a naval officer, BUT not the top officer of a naval fleet. Shouldn't they have named themselves the Admirals? It's like saying, "Come on you team of less than the best." I don't get it, really.
So I've tried to tell Lance that I'm planning next year's anniversary. I think first we'll go to the mountains to a bluegrass festival, apple dunking and a mountain flea market. Then on a hayride back to the hotel, we'll talk of that antique compote dish that we had to bargain for and to top it off we'll watch the "reveal" of several HGTV shows and then watch the instant replay in slow motion of the woman crying over her new room. It's gonna be just perfect. Better yet, I think I'll surprise Lance next year so don't tell him; I wouldn't want to spoil it!
Until next post,
Mama Chick
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
MAKE A WISH
As with most women, there are body parts that make me crazy. I could just list them in alphabetical order, but instead have decided to focus on just two. My hair and my eyelashes make drive me nuts. Before I had leukemia and chemo, I had such long and luscious hair and lashes. But after the zap of intensive chemo, I emerged first as bald as our national symbol of the bald eagle (except the eagle just has his hair slicked back). After my hair and lashes grew back in, I assumed that I'd get the beautiful curly hair that people talked about. However, my chemotherapy was the kind that kills off some of the hair follicles so I emerged with about half as much hair as I began in my life. So throughout the years since cancer, I've tried all kinds of remedies to strengthen and add volume and fullness to my hair. I've changed colors like a small child coloring a rainbow on a piece of paper.
On my weekly trip to Target, I finally decided to buy some false eyelashes. Since I didn't know where to find them, I quietly whispered to a red-shirted clerk. She said very loudly, FAKE EYELASHES? WE HAVE SOME FAKE EYELASHES ON 26B AND SOME FAKE EYELASHES ON THE END CAP. That was not the incognito way I had planned.
When I went to 26B I had so many options to choose from. There are black flutter, black spiky, black and silver glittery and something that looked like black fur or a Groucho Marx mustache. There are complete eyelash sets and then a whole set of individual lashes. After perusing for several minutes, I picked up black basic and a few individuals. I also got some eyelash glue and an eyelash wand to help me put them on.
Last night, before my kids came to eat dinner, I thought I'd try them on. Oh, my goodness, that's when I realized that I needed to actually see to put them on. I was trying to look through my bi-focals and position the lashes close to my own lash line without the glue showing plus add a few single lashes for thickness.
When my kids got here, one said, "Hey, mom, you've got an eyelash on your shirt...Make a wish! Throughout the night, I kept hearing that phrase because sooner or later, most of the eyelashes fell off.
So if you need a wish for something today, please make one on my eyelash. They are still falling like the leaves on the trees outside.
Until next post,
MamaChick
As with most women, there are body parts that make me crazy. I could just list them in alphabetical order, but instead have decided to focus on just two. My hair and my eyelashes make drive me nuts. Before I had leukemia and chemo, I had such long and luscious hair and lashes. But after the zap of intensive chemo, I emerged first as bald as our national symbol of the bald eagle (except the eagle just has his hair slicked back). After my hair and lashes grew back in, I assumed that I'd get the beautiful curly hair that people talked about. However, my chemotherapy was the kind that kills off some of the hair follicles so I emerged with about half as much hair as I began in my life. So throughout the years since cancer, I've tried all kinds of remedies to strengthen and add volume and fullness to my hair. I've changed colors like a small child coloring a rainbow on a piece of paper.
On my weekly trip to Target, I finally decided to buy some false eyelashes. Since I didn't know where to find them, I quietly whispered to a red-shirted clerk. She said very loudly, FAKE EYELASHES? WE HAVE SOME FAKE EYELASHES ON 26B AND SOME FAKE EYELASHES ON THE END CAP. That was not the incognito way I had planned.
When I went to 26B I had so many options to choose from. There are black flutter, black spiky, black and silver glittery and something that looked like black fur or a Groucho Marx mustache. There are complete eyelash sets and then a whole set of individual lashes. After perusing for several minutes, I picked up black basic and a few individuals. I also got some eyelash glue and an eyelash wand to help me put them on.
Last night, before my kids came to eat dinner, I thought I'd try them on. Oh, my goodness, that's when I realized that I needed to actually see to put them on. I was trying to look through my bi-focals and position the lashes close to my own lash line without the glue showing plus add a few single lashes for thickness.
When my kids got here, one said, "Hey, mom, you've got an eyelash on your shirt...Make a wish! Throughout the night, I kept hearing that phrase because sooner or later, most of the eyelashes fell off.
So if you need a wish for something today, please make one on my eyelash. They are still falling like the leaves on the trees outside.
Until next post,
MamaChick
Sunday, October 08, 2006
AND GOD SMILED
Once a month the "CHICKS" have a brown bag devotional where we bring our lunch and hear a devotional about the fruit of the spirit. In September we talked about love. We always leave with something for homework that we'll, in turn, talk about the following month. So our homework was to 1. Act lovingly to someone who clearly was treating us wrong and 2. Look for an unusual way that God tells us that he loves us.
In this blog, I'll write about #2.
It was a busy week here at the Jones Abode. We should have had a revolving door so we could get our "stuff" done a little faster. I am always curious why we'd be so busy when our kids are grown. It's like we have saved up everything we ever thought we may possibly want to do and now we're doing it. Anyway, during that time, I was dog-sitting some black varmint. I drove home from something I was doing to let the dogs out--(no reference to the GA bulldogs) and then head back to whatever I was so engrossed in.
I ran into the house and yelled, "Come on dogs, let's move it...Go...Go...Go (I do mean go). When I went outside on the deck, I looked up and there floating by me was a Mylar smiley-face balloon. I stopped my ranting around and glared...Floating about 5 feet from me was this balloon that literally bounced and hopped by until a gentle wind took it up. But not into the sky, but stuck high in our big pine tree. After two weeks, it's still there smiling.
It may be way too "off the beaten track" to say that God smiled at me, but how many times have you been in a hurry and in the only four minute window that you'd be outside all day, did a balloon linger near you. I had found my #2 homework from our session.
And GOD smiled...May he smile at you this week.
Until next time,
Mama Chick
Once a month the "CHICKS" have a brown bag devotional where we bring our lunch and hear a devotional about the fruit of the spirit. In September we talked about love. We always leave with something for homework that we'll, in turn, talk about the following month. So our homework was to 1. Act lovingly to someone who clearly was treating us wrong and 2. Look for an unusual way that God tells us that he loves us.
In this blog, I'll write about #2.
It was a busy week here at the Jones Abode. We should have had a revolving door so we could get our "stuff" done a little faster. I am always curious why we'd be so busy when our kids are grown. It's like we have saved up everything we ever thought we may possibly want to do and now we're doing it. Anyway, during that time, I was dog-sitting some black varmint. I drove home from something I was doing to let the dogs out--(no reference to the GA bulldogs) and then head back to whatever I was so engrossed in.
I ran into the house and yelled, "Come on dogs, let's move it...Go...Go...Go (I do mean go). When I went outside on the deck, I looked up and there floating by me was a Mylar smiley-face balloon. I stopped my ranting around and glared...Floating about 5 feet from me was this balloon that literally bounced and hopped by until a gentle wind took it up. But not into the sky, but stuck high in our big pine tree. After two weeks, it's still there smiling.
It may be way too "off the beaten track" to say that God smiled at me, but how many times have you been in a hurry and in the only four minute window that you'd be outside all day, did a balloon linger near you. I had found my #2 homework from our session.
And GOD smiled...May he smile at you this week.
Until next time,
Mama Chick
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