One of my favorite things in life is when a simple day’s event turns into a metaphorical moment. This weekend I wanted to take my boys to the rope swing at a local river. I knew there was one around somewhere so I did a quick poll on Facebook to see if any of my cyber friends knew of the place. One friend mentioned a spot that I’d never been, so I thought we’d check it out. The weather was perfect and everyone was sufficiently fed, rested & hydrated — all key components for a successful and happy day. We brought their dad along and hit the road. More
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This blog could be summed up in 3 sentences: My kid caught a fish. I cooked it. We ate it. But the funny thing about a blog is, we get to spread it out over several paragraphs. More
Today I learned how to play Cribbage. I know, I know … I’m a 38-year-old American and this is something I should have learned long ago. But I just never did. Until today. At my coffee shop, I sometimes play cards with a sweet older lady. She’s been telling me about Cribbage and how much I’d enjoy it. Finally, today, she brought in her board and we hunkered down for a lesson and a few rounds. More
Memories are funny. Sometimes I sit with my kids and listen to them recall a memory of which I was very present. Their recollection of the scene is always very different from what I remember. For this reason, I have a hard time documenting my kids’ lives with camera or video. I’d like for me and my boys to remember it the way we want rather than how it’s literally conveyed in the picture or on screen. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy capturing digital moments of my kids and looking back with them, I just mean sometimes memories are sweeter if you can recall them on your own. More
My new coffee shop is in a small town where people merely give the last four digits when asked their phone number. If you ask someone their name, most only give their last name because the family name speaks for itself. Everybody knows everybody. As folks slowly discovered my shop, several people asked me if “Blind Jim” had stopped in yet. As an outsider in this town, I didn’t know who they meant because nobody had introduced themselves to me as such. And I hadn’t noticed anyone who appeared blind to me. The more times people asked me, the more insecure I started to feel that Blind Jim hadn’t graced my shop yet with his presence. More
Hi, my name is Micki and I’m addicted to my Smartphone. I am always aware of its location and battery life. I love the way it fits in my hand. I guard it carefully wherever I go. It’s ridiculous. But I know I’m not alone.
Obviously, we have become a society that is reliant on electronics. Anybody reading this blog is tech-savvy and probably prefers electronic communication over the handheld written word. But, I’m afraid the Smartphones are so smart that they’re making us dumb. Recently in my shop, I “Googled” to find the answers to a crossword puzzle for a guest. I also used it to add up simple arithmetic that I should have known in my head. This phone is very handy and useful, but my brain doesn’t even get fully used because I know I can just reach for my phone. Not only that, I fear my children will become more familiar with the top of my head than my eyes because I’m constantly looking down at my phone. More
People often ask me why I’m always so happy. I usually shrug and say, “Why not?” Maybe it’s my nature or maybe I was raised this way. My dad used to tell me, “There is no time in life for bad moods,” and, “There is no reason to get so upset about something that won’t matter in five years.” He’s right.
I sat down to think what I do in my life to help keep my glass half full. I’ve come up with a list which may seem obvious to many of you, but enough people have asked me so I figured I may as well share: More
Last week I noticed a dumb feature about myself that has probably always been inside me but I’ve never chosen to recognize or name it. I’m sure I’m not alone in having this quirk, but who knows. Apparently, I have the ability to open or close my emotions like the throttle on a machine. USUALLY.
With the recent passing of a local soldier, Sgt. Justin Hansen, who gave his life while fighting in Afghanistan, there have been many new patriotic decorations in town. Every morning as I drive into work I pass through this street which is lined with American flags and signs showing an outpouring of gratitude for his bravery. Typically, like most of you, on my morning travels my mind is going in eight different directions – but once I hit this street last week, I lost it a little bit. More
So I finally caved and bought the national best seller “50 Shades of Grey,” by EL Cumming. I like to think of myself as a hip lady who is up with the latest trends, but when it comes to movies and books … I usually tend to avoid the stories which have caused a national frenzy. It’s probably my way of rebelling against the masses – trying to voice my individuality to “The Man.” Obviously, nobody cares or notices because the ratings continue to rise without my one minuscule viewing. More