Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
My favorite book and first on my list is To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Because I am from the South, I love good southern fiction and this is the epitome of southern fiction. Many authors have tried and have mostly failed to capture the simplicity and complexities of what makes this area of our country great. If you have not read this book, and I can't imagine that you have not, run as fast as you can to your local library or bookstore and secure a copy of this Pulitzer Prize winning novel before another day passes. I was in the eighth grade the first time I read this book and the story captured me from the first word. I devoured the story of Jem, Scout, Dill (who is based on Truman Capote, Miss Lee's childhood friend) & Boo Radley. I read this book every summer afterward until I was an adult and each time gained a new appreciation for the characters and plot, but it wasn't until I was an older and wiser young woman that I found the character of Atticus Finch so profoundly compelling. This story changed the way I thought about racism and the power of justice. Even now, when I read Miss Lee's flowing words, I am somehow changed. Besides the Bible, Mockingbird is the only book I've read several times and if I could write a book, this is the book I would write. If you can't stand to read, shame on you! At least find a copy of the old black & white movie with Gregory Peck. This is one movie that adequately does a book justice.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Well, really it is more like a "Pet-a-cure" but who is keeping track, right? And it gives new meaning to the phrase "Kiss My Foot."
Just kidding! The concrete dog was a Mother's Day gift from my other boys.
He has his father's nose.......
He has his Mother's sparkling eyes and sneaky smile......
And he has all our hearts. Awwwwwwwww!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
While standing in the field of lilies we could see and smell a rain shower coming. We ran to the car only to be caught up in what makes the mountains of North Carolina so green and lush. I then had visions of being on an estate in the English countryside where springtime showers wash the landscape on a daily basis. Cup of tea anyone? Yes, I do have a vivid imagination!
Last year, while out cruising a local antique mall, I also ran across a green set of Anchor Hocking King's Crown dishes for $24. After all, I have two sons which means two future daughters. What can I say! I'm a southern gal!
I also have a ruby set and a small blue set that was given to me from an aunts estate but those are mine, mine, mine forever and ever. Amen!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
First, she is ugly. I know that isn’t kind to say, but it is the truth and you need to know it to prepare yourself. She has pimply skin and little hairs that grow on her chin. I’ve known her to go several days without bathing, brushing her hair or shaving her legs and underarms. If you point this out to her, even in the kindest of way, she might hit you. It is best not to act shocked at the sight of her. Smile, nod your head, try not to make eye contact, look away, and run.
Secondly, she is moody. If you are lucky enough to catch her in a good mood, you might be able to joke and laugh a little with her. But if you are like most unfortunate souls who encounter her especially between the 2nd through the 6th of the month, there is really no way to know what you might experience. It’s possible, because I’ve seen it happen, that she might hit, kick, spit, or throw any large object that is available in your direction. I’ve seen her kick a Monopoly board that was in her walking path across the room. Money, houses, hotels were scattered all over Timbuktu. And once, she took a metal mop and pounded it on the floor until it bent in half. When she is in this mood, speak softly around her and stand at least 10 feet away. Be very careful not to criticize anything remotely related to anything she does. She can cry over not being able to open a pickle jar; but don’t sympathize; because she “Doesn’t need your help!”
Thirdly, she is part animal. Growling, biting and scratching are not out of the question. Don’t poke her in the ribs, tickle her on the neck, pull her big toe, or stick your finger in her ear. All these things tend to exacerbate the problem. It is similar to poking an angry bear with a stick. When she arrives at our house, the dog whines and hides under the bed. The boys lock themselves in their bedrooms and MDH wants to check into a hotel room but I will not let him because I need someone big and strong to protect me. She can smell fear, so don’t act intimidated.
Fourth, she struggles with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She "Likes Order!" in her area, so don't mess with her area.
Finally, don’t let her near anything that contains the slightest traces of sugar. Do you remember the movie Gremlins? Sugar has the same effect on her that feeding a Gremlin after midnight does. All sugar is hidden during her visit unless she stomps her foot and screams, “I need chocolate!” Then, of course, she gets chocolate. Well, actually chocolate is tossed to her from across the room. But in your case, don’t hold out, give her all the chocolate you have down to that last junior mint at the bottom of your purse and you will be okay.
Fortunately, for my family, she only blows into town for a couple a days each month and just when we think we can’t stand her one more minute, “Poof” she is gone! If she ever ends up in your home, don’t be afraid to ask her to leave. As awful as she is to my family, she is fairly respectful to my friends. Anyway, her departure always makes the birds sing, the squirrels scamper, the children sweet and MDH whistle. All is once again peaceful in our “normal” home. Life is good!
PS: Happy 4th of July! Celebrate safely and take the time to thank God for the freedoms we enjoy in this country! As imperfect as our nation is, we still are the greatest nation on the Earth! God Bless the USA. Amen.