I know what you’re thinking. “How can her DAD be forty, when she is in her late forties??” First of all, he isn’t forty anymore, and second of all I am forty-five which is SOLIDLY in the mid-forties, so shhhh. To celebrate his birthday TODAY I am going to tell you about the celebration that is most memorable in my mind, which was in 1982, his fortieth. Of course, that was a long time ago for all of us and because I only remember certain major points of the story, I’m adding drawings for your added entertainment. We lived in Knoxville, Tennessee at the time and my mom had decided…
- Childhood Memories, Confessions, Do I Really Want My Readers To Know This?, Family Fun, Pretty Pictures, Too Funny To Ignore
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I Really Love Love.
I am one of those people who uses the word “love” very freely. If you know me personally—or let’s face it, even just on Facebook—you might think I overuse the word. “I love this song.” “I love cookies.” Regardless of what others think, specifically those who believe that the word should not be dropped at the slightest little thing and instead saved for truly important things and people, I’m fine with how I am. I know in my head the true hierarchy of people and things that are the recipients of my feelings. Obviously I love my kids way more than I love steak. (Which says a lot because I…
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“It’s Good For You” Is Relative
When you’re around somebody for long enough, generally you start to pick up some of their habits, or an accent, or certain sayings. Jim and I have always found it very amusing to hear one of our boys saying something that we always say, like when D started saying “Smooth move, Back Slacks.” In that case it wasn’t EXACTLY what Jim always said, but close enough. It ended up working well for all of us. (“Back Slacks” Back Story here.) Another one is mine: “It’s good for you!” When I am using this phrase I am almost always (okay, always) saying it as if it were Opposite Day because I’m…
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Pre-Prom Scare
Yesterday J and I were getting ready to go to our local formalwear shop so he could pick a tux he wanted to rent for prom. He had a coupon that he received from a fellow student and was reading the fine print. “Discount only good on a full rental: tuxedo jacket and pants, shirt, vest, tie, and shoes.” He looked up and asked, “So I have to get a shirt from this place too? I mean, I have white dress shirts.” I answered, “Well, yes. Tuxedo shirts are different from regular dress shirts.” I paused for a moment and continued. “You know, they have a bunch of ruffles down…
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Two.
A little more than two years ago, D sold his first car to an old friend from Cub Scouts. The car, it seemed, was well on its way to having problems that would have been too expensive and time-consuming to fix (even after a total engine rebuild) for a college freshman, and it was with a heavy, heavy heart that he got rid of it. I wrote about it here and included one of my favorite pictures ever when it comes to “a picture is worth a thousand words”: For two years, D has been heartbroken over that car, especially because the young man who bought it took amazing care…