Where Does Your Help Come From?

Psalm 121I’m not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night,  I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life.

There’s one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell the name of the beast, quietly and only if absolutely necessary — s-n-a-k-e.

Each and every day of my life I check for them everywhere. I look around corners, on the floor, in the bushes, on the porch, in the car, on the sidewalk, in the toilet {thanks to the person who just HAD to tell me their story}. It’s become such a part of my routine I am not consciously aware that I’m doing it.  Full scale s-word reconnaissance is simply step 1 of my plan to defend myself. Step 2 involves attempting to retain consciousness. Step 3 is apparently sacrificing my family if necessary. Subsequent steps all involve self-preservation while securing assistance to exterminate the vermin. #thereisnogoodsnake

Walking the neighborhood today, I found myself scanning the ground in my usual way, eyes like s-word radar. As I visually verified the tubular object at my 2 o’clock was indeed a stick, a thought occurred to me. As I walked step after step, I was completely focused on my fear. My eyes and my mind were concentrating solely on the thing I feared most. Continue reading

Running on Empty

Much to my husband’s dismay, I rarely put gas in my car until there is nothing short of a prayer left in the tank. I consider it efficient time management as I prioritize the tasks on my list. Getting gas becomes the top “to-do” when the warning light comes on. Until then, I have baseball pants to clean and a prom dress to acquire.

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My rationale is lost on my darling hubby. To him, running the tank too low is not only dangerous, it’s bad for the car. Safety factor noted. Yet, I question his “damaging to the car theory” noting the existence of the alert system, the capacity of the large gas tank, the design of the fuel injection system and applicable theories of quantum physics….as he just shakes his head. Continue reading

A Fire, the Dog and a Basket of Junk Mail

You always hear people talking about what items they would grab from their home if there was ever a fire. With only minutes to get out of your house losing everything you own, what would you save? I’ve pondered this question numerous times over the years and assuming the family was all safe, I figured I’d reach for items like the kids’ baby books, photo albums, wedding photos, other precious mementos that can’t be replaced.

But evidently I was completely wrong.

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Did You Get My Text About Your Voice Mail?

Awhile back I developed a habit of checking my blackberry first thing every morning. It was also the last thing I did every night. I became addicted to answering every email within minutes as if it could not possibly wait even an hour much less until the next morning.

Worse than me, my husband has two phones: one for work and one for personal use. He checks both all day too. Our kids each have a phone. They have theirs permanently stuck to their hands. Evidently they enjoy the sound of texting 24/7 which sounds like a bunch of tic tacs clicking together and makes me twitch uncontrollably…. but I digress. Continue reading

Mommmmmmmmmmmmmm!

My son wasn’t feeling well after school that day. He sent me a text message asking to be picked up as soon as the 3:10 pm bell rang. I knew he had basketball practice but I also knew he had been sniffling and coughing that morning. I figured he felt pretty lousy if he wanted to skip practice so I responded I would be there right away.

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Notes in Lunch Boxes

Another Encore Week post…. This one is my favorite because it’s one of my fondest memories of my mom and of my kids…

I enjoy celebrating special occasions as much as the next person but I also enjoy making ordinary days more memorable with simple unexpected gestures. To my son that may mean the smell of bacon from the downstairs kitchen when he gets up in the morning for school. Give that boy two slices of hickory smoked bacon and he is in “hog” heaven. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Let him take an extra slice or two in his pocket to school and he is on cloud nine.

I do this now because my mom did it for me. She used to put notes in my lunch box every day when I was in elementary school. She would have tea parties for us in the afternoons and whenever you needed cheering up, she always had some little trinket ready. The little things she did made such a difference in my life. I often find myself thinking of something she said or did and I use the idea with my own family. Continue reading

The Sock Jail

Encore Week continues! My kids favorite post…. they think the existence of the sock jail is hilarious and somewhat embarrassing…. But hey it’s practical and I reassure them that “everyone” has one.

In our house we lose socks, but not in pairs. We only lose one sock from each pair at a time. I’ve given up trying to understand where they go. I figure they may be mingling with the flashlights and extension cords we can never find. Better yet, maybe they formed a club and are helping the homeless. Just humor me…

Nevertheless, on laundry day the remaining sock from the guilty pair is sentenced to time in sock jail. While this sock followed laundry protocol and its rebellious partner did not, the orphan must still do its time for losing its partner. Sock jail is better than the death penalty, otherwise known as the trash can. In sock jail there is hope. One day the sock could be reunited with its partner, or one that looks close enough to pass, and continue its life of purpose. Until then, the socks wait in the jail – a straw basket on the top laundry room shelf.

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Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It’s Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts…the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it’s also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy…

Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I watched his little arms strain to reach the butter and cheese in the bottom of the cart. With each item he placed on the belt, he was building a leaning tower of dairy products, toilet paper and juice. Maybe he’ll be an engineer one day, I thought as he added the eggs to the top of the pile. Before I could panic, I heard his little voice.

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Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It’s Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts…the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it’s also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy…

Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I watched his little arms strain to reach the butter and cheese in the bottom of the cart. With each item he placed on the belt, he was building a leaning tower of dairy products, toilet paper and juice. Maybe he’ll be an engineer one day, I thought as he added the eggs to the top of the pile. Before I could panic, I heard his little voice.

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But It’s My Favorite Umbrella….

I never, ever have an umbrella when I need it. I mean EVER. I live in Florida where it rains nearly every day and I’m never prepared. I’m always fussing at myself for this lack of preparation, knowing that’s totally against my personal code of conduct. It’s an outright abomination. So, a few weeks back I specifically went shopping for umbrellas. Yes, more than one. I figured I’d probably forget one at home and one in the car so I’d better get a small one for my purse too. I resolved never to grab for a scarf or grocery bag again.

A few days later I was leaving my office on a particularly rainy afternoon. I was feeling rather smug over the fact that not only did I have an umbrella, but it was cute and polka dotted. AND it even matched my outfit. So I sang a little song in my head, pretended I was starring in an old movie and pranced to the car.

Then I looked to the right.

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