Monday, December 31, 2012

Designated Drivers Are Better Than Needing Bail Money

 From our house to yours, 
here's wishing you a fun (safe) New Year's Eve 
and the very best in 2013!

Friday, December 28, 2012

Friday 55

Well it's the last 55 word story for this year...can't wait to see what everyone comes up with next year.  Stop by and give the G-man credit for a year's worth of fun.

Reaching for the dish soap on the grocery shelf, 
she found a small note which read:

I was here 
and you were not
Now you’re here 
and I've moved on.
Doesn’t matter.
The wish remains
May you find JOY
Wherever you go.

With a smile, 
she realized washing dishes wouldn’t be so bad this week.

And yes, this is one final nod to the 2012 Internationally famous IPYPIASM
(International Put Your Poem In A Shop Month) 
although this is one of my older entries.  
This year's saga begins  here.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Bumpy Road

I warn you, this isn't a happy post.  No, it's sad on one hand and discomforting on the other.  So why share?  Because I know y'all care. And talking helps.

Hubby's archery mentor had a heart attack Christmas night and was dead less than 24 hours later.  Hubby has somehow fallen into the position of aiding the family with all those endless telephone calls that come with an unexpected death.  I know.  I made those calls when Hubby's father died unexpectedly. As if losing someone literally at Christmas wasn't hard enough, they've had to push the funeral back so that this man wouldn't be buried on his birthday.  The upbeat note of this is that last year, there was a blow out bash for his 80th birthday and he had a blast!   So in the never take anything for granted mode, think about the people in your life as the new year approaches.

The other item which struck me as unsettling, as in uncomfortable,  is a set of soldier portraits which appear here.  They are young soldiers, for the most part, with shots taken before they left for a war zone, in that combat zone and when they returned home.  Their eyes say so much without them uttering a word.  I choose to see them not as victims, but survivors.  Perhaps in 2013 the human race will smarten up and figure out that war is no way to settle our differences.

Thanks for listening.  You give me....hope.

Monday, December 24, 2012

From Our House to Yours

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Little Holiday Silliness

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Friday, December 21, 2012

Friday 55

Take a moment for yourself and pause, just long enough to craft a 55 word story for our favorite host, the G-man.  And don't forget to share with him.

“Tree decorated.
Cards sent.
Cookies baked
Gifts purchased.
Carols on.
Stockings hung with care.
Not a creature stirring: mice dealt with.
Christmas feels like a chore list,” she sighed.
“And why are you looking at that while I work?” 
she added, pointing at the photo album.

“Because this is how Christmas should look,” he smiled. 

 No, I didn't go on to become a nurse...
I have the compassion, but not the stomach for it.

However, I did come from an era in which girls in dresses didn't flash the undies their great aunts gave them for Christmas every year.   

Here's wishing you all the childhood wonder and joy of the season!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Peace On Earth

In this morning's paper was the following political cartoon on the Editorial page.  It summed up how the real tragedy, loss of innocent lives, is lost in the headlines.

Yesterday, my office had it's Christmas Luncheon.  With the above headlines in the news, we all wanted to forgo the usual "games" we play.  They seemed frivolous.  Stupid even.  And yet, my Supervisor insisted we play the game she chose.  We were asked to write our name and fill in the phrase, "For Christmas I want Santa to bring me......".   There was some eye rolling and grumbling but in order to eat, everyone had to play along.  I wrote the first thing that came to my mind.

Peace on Earth.

The papers were collected, food was served and we all hoped the "game" would just disappear in the rush to get back to work.  No such luck.  Before the drawing for door prizes, the Supervisor started to reach into the bag, then stopped.  She declared we would go around the room, one by one and state what we had written.  That like Santa, she would know if we were telling the truth because she had the paper in her hand.  AND that she was keeping the information until after Christmas to see if we'd been Naughty or Nice and gotten what was on our wish list.

Someone how the irony of going around the room like a group of school children went over her head.

I sat waiting to see who was greedy or wishing for things our paychecks would never buy.  The first guy asked for a winning lottery ticket.  And then an amazing thing happened.  As we got to our group of Maintenance workers, I figured visions of new trucks and hunting gear were dancing in their heads.  The first guy was new...and about 12.  With a shy voice he said, "Love and Happiness for everyone."   

You could've heard a pin drop.

Around the room we went, adding Peace, Love, Happiness for children.  The Supervisor started digging into the bag to see if we were telling the truth.  The shock on her face confirmed we meant what we said.  I was the 4th "Peace on Earth" and we all smiled at each other.  By the time we got to the Boss' 19 year old grandson, he actually grimaced when he replied, "A BMW". 

We're Public Servants.  We work with the public every day.  We see them at their best and worst, while they test us to see if we can remain our best and resist saying the worst.  As we left the room I glanced at my stunned Supervisor and smiled.

I hope Santa was listening.  A little Peace on Earth would be a wonderful gift.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Friday 55

It's time to write a 55 word story and share it with the G-man.  Oh and G-man, please note, this is post #755!

"It's an epidemic!" she cried.

"What?" he asked, puzzled. 

"First of all, reality television is an oxymoron.  
           Then came 'man-scaping'.           
 Smooth use to mean talk,
 not looking like a Mr. Universe contestant."

"I thought women wanted us cleaned up?"

I'm concerned about the extremes.
Look at reality now!
Did manscapers use all the razors?"

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

For Our Favorite Chef....who is not afeard of 12/21/12 either

 As promised.  Oh, I tried to post on your blog but the computer I utilize for several hours a day does not like blogging, therefore it refuses to post.


1 teaspoon cold water
1 egg white
1 pound pecans: which equals about 4 cups, shelled.
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt

Mix egg white and water until frothy. Add pecans and toss gently, until nuts are coated. In a separate bowl, mix other ingredients, then combine with nut mixture. Again, stir gently. Spread pecans on a non-greased cookie sheet. Bake at 225 degrees for one hour....stirring pecans around every 15 minutes.

Cool on wax paper....and eat!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Santa's Soldiers

The soldiers we have aided so far are not only like family, they're really good sports.

Check the top of the CWWAF homepage.   For a teaser, here's our buddy Angel, posing in the smallest Santa hat ever. 

(I know Kim A. Had I realized Hubby was taking a photo with the door open...but I was outside at the time.)

Friday, December 7, 2012

Friday 55

Take a step back from those holiday crowds and present a 55 word story to the G-man.  They don't have to be wrapped and you won't have to stand in line to return one.  

Pearl Harbor Day.
“A date which will live in infamy.”

We’re told those who can’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
So why do politicians mistake war
as a viable solution for disagreements?

Worse yet,
Why toast one man as a war hero
yet ignore another
whose wounds are invisible?

TBI still hurts.

TBI: Traumatic Brain Injury.  Sadly it's getting more "play" in the news due to Football players who've committed murder/suicide than as a medical condition cause by head trauma.  As many as 400,000 soldiers have been diagnosed with TBI after returning from war zones.  The question remains how many have been kept from diagnosis and help due to military stigma?  

Saturday, December 1, 2012

It's Time For IPYPIASM

Time for what? I hear you asking, scratching your head.  Well Titus explains all here.

Short version?  Think of it as commando poetry.  Write a poem, place it in a shop, take a photo to prove you left it behind, then truly leave it behind to give harried shoppers a smile or two.

This year, I opted for two smiles.  (Titus, I hope you're proud!)  Click on photos to make them larger.'re it!  
Go on.  
Try it.  
It's fun!
And it might even make a weary shopper grin.