NaBloPoMo–The Prize

Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo.  As you may recall, after I defaulted on the whole daily posting thing by a lousy 6 minutes and took a couple of days off to mourn my ineptitude, my friend Kathy (see, I mentioned you by name yet again, you blog hog, you) bribed me to continue [...]

Black Friday

We fell into the booth at IHOP with the weary air of soldiers just in from the front lines.  Around us, the air hummed with frenetic, caffeine-fueled conversation and crinkled with the sound of riffling sales flyers as other Black Friday veterans, like us, stopped in to refuel before heading out in pursuit of the [...]

LBD #6

This is for Scott, on whom I inflicted cruel confusion and disappointment by way of mislabeling my last Monty Python sketch “Crunchy Frog”. There’s really no excuse for it.  Someone should poke me with the soft cushions.
Anyway, THIS is Crunchy Frog.  Enjoy.

Thankful

The Big Things:
*Jesus Christ, who died to reunite my Father and me.  The rest wouldn’t mean anything without Him.
*the love of a good man.  We’ve walked through the sun and the rain, and every day is a little sweeter.
*two unique and amazing kids, with hearts and minds that grow deeper and richer all the time.  [...]

LBD #5

Crunchy Frog.

Dance Party!

Twilight

What is it about vampires?
From Angel to Edward to Mick St. John, we seem to be in a love affair of long standing with the whole “children of the night” genre.
Last night I got together with some girlfriends to go see the new movie, Twilight, based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer.  It’s your basic [...]

So This Is Love

We were sitting in church this morning when Paul reached over and pulled a single, long hair off the sleeve of my sweater.  He held it up and we could both see it shimmering silver in the overhead lights.
I leaned over and whispered, “It’s official.  You’re married to an old lady.”  He chuckled quietly.
I thought [...]

LBD #4

Did someone say “mattress” to Mr. Lambert?

Sweetheart

Tonight I went through the Wendy’s drive-through and a teenage boy called me “sweetheart.”  As in, “Here’s your order, sweetheart.  Have a great night!”
It threw me.  Either he’s one of those people who just sprinkle endearments meaninglessly through their conversation, or I am pushing eighty.  Which is it?
I call my kindergartners “sweetheart”.
I call Paul “sweetheart”.
I [...]