Has this ever happened to you? You’re invited to an event – maybe a swanky affair, maybe a family dinner – and you want to bring a special dessert. Your heart is saying, “I can’t go wrong with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups -everybody loves that chocolaty/peanut buttery goodness!” But your head is saying “The hostess may not be too impressed that I picked up a bag of candy at the Stop ‘N Go on the way over here.”
What to do?
Hey, I heard about this historic WordPress coup – tell me more!
I wrote this piece last year and WordPress was kind enough to Freshly Press it. Despite the publicity, Washington never called about implementing these great ideas.
If you’re chummy with any of our elected officials, pass this on, OK?
If you do the crime, you pay the fine.
What’s wrong with America is some of y’all need to be paying more taxes.
A rose by any other name...might be a dandelion.
Here’s a post you may have missed last January.
They say that people judge us by the words we use. It is equally true that we show our own judgments by the words we choose. Words can carry more baggage than the carousel at O’Hare Airport.
Degas understood how a person might feel. Absinthe, anyone?
Repeat after me: “My phone is not invited to all of life’s parties.”
What’s this about playing with yourself? Is this a how-to manual?
Polling is closed for The Jacket Writing Competition. The people have spoken and we have a winner.
Drumroll please….
Congratulations to Darla at She’s a Mainiac! Whoo hoo! It was neck and neck, but she narrowly edged out Shauntelle in the final days to emerge triumphant. You can go here to read her winning entry.
Howdy guys and gals!
Today is the last day for voting in The Jacket writing competition. I’m closing up shop at 5 because, you know, it’s Friday and I have a life. Deal with it.
Please, please go and vote. Some little blogger’s hopes and dreams are all riding on the outcome of this contest.
Have a great weekend!
Gratuitous funny picture of LOL cat reading the newspaper.
Why do people think that whatever they are reading is more important than what you’re doing?
My dad and I were sitting companionably in his living room, each buried behind our respective sections of the Sunday paper. I was perusing a fascinating article on something-or-other. His article on a different something-or-other was even more fascinating, apparently.
“Didja hear about this, Peg?” he said, and started reading aloud.
I'm blowing it...blowing it!
My first grade teacher, Miss Lisk…
The children’s room librarian in my hometown, Mrs. Newbury…
Our piano teacher, Granny Meiloch…
Both of my great aunts, Elenora & Margaret…
To this firmament, this veritable pantheon of old ladies can now be added the newest shining star. Me.
At the Y the other night I reached into the right pocket of my warm-up jacket for my ipod, and came up with a couple of clean squares of toilet paper. It’s the poor man’s tissue. Ain’t no big thing, right? We’re between seasons here in the Midwest, and sometimes a body finds her nose running. It’s only natural to be prepared.
What other fascinating tidbits about Kleenex do you have to impart, Peg?
When The Jacket came to me, its history was a mystery (hey, that rhymes!) Come with me now, back, back, back in time…about a month. I hunted down this great, vintage, green polyester jacket at the Goodwill, bagged it and hauled it home in triumph to my closet. While engaged in my usual apres-hunt ritual of trying on new stuff with former trophies, I discovered a name written on a piece of paper in the pocket – Tom Wojciechowski.
Just so, a mystery and a writing competition are born. Click on The Jacket Competition page heading up top to read all about it, and check out all the entries.
While other writers have been busy crafting a fictional history for The Jacket, I have not given up my quest to know its true story. Exhaustive research has finally revealed at least some part of its checkered (well, really more of a plaid) past.
Everything ends up on the web eventually, and is never erased (listen up, my daughters). I have unearthed the following photos of The Jacket, which have recently gone viral on the interwebz. WARNING! What you see here may shock and alarm you. I urge my more sensitive readers to proceed with caution.
It appears The Jacket was once part of some depraved, party ritual. I can’t identify the participants because they took steps to disguise their identities, like rats that hide their filthy scurrying in the dark. But be assured I will never rest until I can identify these degenerates and report them to the authorities.
What else has The Jacket seen in its 40 or so years as a garment of the world? We can only guess. But this I can say to the eventual winner….it looks like it has been washed recently.
Don’t forget to go here and cast your vote for the winning entry. Polling is open until Friday.
The finalists in The Jacket Writing Competition have been selected.
Boy, howdy this was tough! I asked a distinguished panel of 3 judges to review the entries for me. Our criteria was simple: we were looking for an interesting story, told well. We had consensus on several of the entries, but were widely apart on others. I debated having a top 10 list, but decided that many was too unwieldy. In the end I had to resort to taking up strong drink to narrow the field to 6.
What's up with THIS?
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