If You’ll Remember to Remind Me About This, You Might Save Me Some Word-Eating in Fifteen Years

Recently I visited a mall with The MotherSuch and The Four-Why-Oh. One of those super great malls that has a super fantastic kiddie play area right in the middle of it. One of those play areas that you have no choice but to pass when moving from retailers on one wing to retailers . . . → Read More: If You’ll Remember to Remind Me About This, You Might Save Me Some Word-Eating in Fifteen Years

Not Every Friend Would Still Be My Friend (But This Friend Is Inviting Me To Belgium)

It’s not any ol’ friend whose phone you can subject to a random monotextathon before 8am without risking the friendship.

Fortunately, Jo is not just any ol’ friend.

Plus I’d worked out with her two hours before that text, so (1) reasonable to assume she was awake, and (2) no shame in waffle-related admissions.

. . . → Read More: Not Every Friend Would Still Be My Friend (But This Friend Is Inviting Me To Belgium)

I Have Such Friends

“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.” –William Butler Yeats

I am overwhelmed by your kindnesses.

Cards, texts, emails, calls, messages, comments, and an old-school, hand-written, two-page, beautifully-eloquent letter.

An abundance of food, including The Salsa (!!), and even strawberry-jalapeno cotton candy (!!!).

. . . → Read More: I Have Such Friends

Notice To Prepare Your Complimenter

When I was somewhere around the age of 14 or 15 or 16, my mother dropped me at the hair salon for my haircut appointment while she either waited outside or ran other errands–I can’t remember the part about what she was doing exactly. What I do remember is that I was going . . . → Read More: Notice To Prepare Your Complimenter

Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious to . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, I’ve missed you Other Such Sisterhood!

The Husband’s had me working this last week. Like working, working. Like not just turn-his-socks-right-side-out-before-laundering-them working. Although, that too. Except I think I forgot to do that this week. I’ve forgotten a lot of stuff, in fact. I think it’s because . . . → Read More: I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

Pershoeverance

If 2011 has a theme, and, to be clear, IT SOOOO DOES, it is The Year of Perseverance.

If I were to write out a list (meaning “here comes that list”) of themes for every year of my life (they all have one), a sampling might go something like:

1977 – . . . → Read More: Pershoeverance

Moving Right Along . . .

I feel better, having gotten that thisness off of my chest, out of the empty space between my ears where it was ricocheting back and forth. Ping, ping, PING-PING!!

To the incredibly supportive leagues of friends out there, you card-carrying members of The Sisterhood: my heart-felt thanks for the e-mails, calls, . . . → Read More: Moving Right Along . . .

I Need Pants That Judge Me

Sisterhood, I expect that as my friend you are going to hold me accountable in a few areas. So that there is no misunderstanding later about what I am asking of you, maybe it’s a good idea to clearly set out my expectations. I don’t want to overwhelm you, though, so let’s start . . . → Read More: I Need Pants That Judge Me

Sistars

Two days. 100 degrees. Some really cute shoes (not pictured by reason of I-couldn’t-seem-to-find-any-time-alone-with-them).

No fussing, no hair pulling, no pinching, no elbowing, no make-her-stop-looking-at-me!! Not even during the car ride.  Not even while we sweated in the shade at an eightieth birthday party.

Our parents are beginning to think that perhaps they did a fairly good . . . → Read More: Sistars