Archive for November, 2006

When the Mama of the family doesn’t feel up to shopping regularly, household staples can sometimes run a little low. Take, for example, bathroom tissue, or if you prefer, toilet paper. We haven’t run out; just low. So low that each of our bathrooms was on its last roll. On the um . . . roll. Holder. Or so I thought. When I went to put something away in LG’s bathroom, I made an unexpected discovery.

My sensitive, compassionate, insightful daughter clearly has the capacity to turn into Little Miss I’m-Looking-Out-for-Number-One (and maybe for #2 as well). Look what she had in her bathroom cupboard:

it's MINE

I can see it now. If WTF isn’t vanquished soon, we’ll have our own freakin’ reality show around here. SURVIVOR: FAIRCHILD HOUSE. LG will definitely have the edge.


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Sunday Post

thanksgiving bouquet closeup

“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” — W. T. Purkiser

Psalm 118:1

I love this quote. I think I could use a daily reminder, not so much to count my blessings — that, I do — but to use them well. Sometimes I do OK. I was blessed to feel well enough to go to my niece’s wedding, at which she blessed me with the bouquet pictured here (and on Thanksgiving), one of her centerpieces. I enjoyed it so much, and was so thankful for the circumstances surrounding it, that I thought it the perfect symbol to use in my Thanksgiving “thank you” to all of you.

Yesterday I was blessed to feel well enough, for long enough, to enjoy a delightful afternoon with the beautiful mrtl and her has-to-be-beautiful-’cause-she-looks-just-like-mama daughter, Bug, who are visiting family here from Alaska. A movie, a couple of spins on a carousel, coffee, ice cream, a little conversation, a little kid-watching, a trip to Build-a-Bear, a lot of hugs (thanks to all who sent proxy hugs via mrtl, she did deliver). And Bug gifted me with, shall we say, a rodent’s derriere, attached to a smartly dressed rest-of-a-rodent. Truly a blessed day, for which I am thankful. Using the memories of that blessing to inspire much thankfulness today.

All this blessing-talk and mrtl-talk calls to mind a little thing that mrtl and I have had going. mrtl has opined, a time or two, about religious types telling people “have a blessed day.” Not one of her favorite things to hear. So I say it to her when the spirit moves me, just to be ornery. It’s not something I say to anyone but mrtl. Some time ago, conversation about that expression prompted me to tell mrtl about a woman I know on whose answering machine is the greeting, “The Jesus in me loves the Jesus in you.” I think I know what she means by that. But what if the caller has no Jesus in them? Indeed, doesn’t want any Jesus in them? And do those of us who claim Jesus-in-residence only love others who claim the same? I thought a more fitting, indeed, more Christ-like greeting would be, “The Jesus in me loves the hell outta you.” mrtl liked that one better, too. So that’s what’s on my answering machine (OK, now I’m just messing with you).

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Nuttin’ Much

I was never a big “Friends” (the TV show) fan, but I do remember the Thanksgiving episode in which Phoebe accuses Joey of wearing her maternity pants, and he says something like, “They were your maternity pants. Now, they’re my Thanksgiving pants!” On the way to my SIL’s for the festivities, I realized that I had made a grievous Thanksgiving error. I was wearing jeans fresh out of the dryer. Newly washed jeans are NOT proper Thanksgiving pants. They didn’t really slow me down much, though.

Napkin ring

Watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade:

LG: Look, it’s Mr. Peanut, riding in the Nutmobile!

Susie: Aw, I wanted to ride in the Nutmobile!

Jif: I thought Michael Richards was riding in the Nutmobile this year.


There’s an idea. Every year at this time, we should have a national election to determine who has proven himself or herself most worthy of a ride in the Nutmobile.

So, tell me, did you make or observe any grievous Thanksgiving errors? And who would’ve gotten your vote for Distinguished Nutmobile Passenger this year?

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thanksgiving bouquet

Recently in comments here, Ortizzle allowed that she was “one more drop in the ocean of friends” wishing me well. That didn’t sit right with me. First of all, there aren’t enough of y’all to make an ocean. You’d be a puddle. A very inviting puddle — like, to a preschooler with new rubber boots — but still, a puddle, and you’re more than that. I said you’re more like a bouquet, in which every flower truly does make a difference. So here you are, in a Thanksgiving bouquet. I thank you for stopping by here, sharing observations, insights, laughs, suggestions, prayers, wishes, vibes, encouragements and other things that defy categorization. Thank you for continuing to visit me even while I continue to suck at visiting you. May you and yours have a very happy celebration of Thanksgiving. Giving thanks to God for you, and hugging you in my heart.

(Please pardon my taking liberties with nicknames and alphabetizalysis. I think I got everybody who’s been here from the time WTF Disease began until about 7 a.m. this morning. I hope.)

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According to SiteMeter, most of the new visitors to “What Was I Thinking?” in the last couple of days have come here searching for turkey tips. And I think someone has even picked up last year’s turkey post and distributed it in a mass email, which is kind of flattering. After last week’s WTF-ishness, I wanted to post something lighter and more fun this week. I really can’t do better than to rely on my little friends from last year. So, this is an “encore” post. I hope it still tickles you if you’re an old-timer here, and hope it helps you with your holiday preparations if you’re new 🙂

turkey farm

Across the hall from my office is what I believed to be a daycare center. Turns out, it is some sort of work-release program for 3- and 4-year-olds, from which they operate a turkey farm. As you can imagine, it’s been a busy place this week. I’ve dealt with a turkey or two in my day, so I thought I’d take a moment to offer some last-minute turkey selection guidance, with a little help from my turkey-raising friends across the hall.

Do look for:

good bird

A plump, confident bird that will look you right in the eye. All parts should be . . . “in the ballpark,” so to speak.


visually challenged turkey

A bird that appears intoxicated, or just effin’ goofy. You don’t want that.

inverted bird

The upside-down turkey, with crossed legs and shifty eyes. May also exhibit a paranoid demeanor. This bird will NOT digest easily.

ingrown turkey

Watch for the inbred turkey. Its feathers and legs tend to grow inward. Also be leery of turkeys with excessive glue or other miscellaneous white liquids dripping from their beaks. You just don’t know where a turkey like this has been.

afflicted turkey

This is the “WTF” turkey. Any bird that elicits, as your first response, a startled “WTF?!” is to be avoided. Just say no.

Happy shopping, cooking, cleaning, eating, visiting, stressing (no, not happy stressing; just don’t do it!) to each of you.

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On the way home from church yesterday, LG says to me, “Isn’t it funny how someone can do something that you really hate, and they keep doing that thing that you hate, and they won’t stop, but even though you hate the things they do, you can never really hate the person?”

“That’s true . . .” What on earth is she thinking of . . . she’s had no bad love relationships . . . no drug-addicted siblings . . . mygosh, she is wise beyond her years . . .

Turns out Biscuit is the “person” she was thinking of. “We hate how he rubs his ears on the front of the couch,” she explained, “and he won’t stop no matter what we do, but we still love him.”

I knew that pets teach kids about responsibility. I never saw quite so clearly how much they can teach about interpersonal relationships.

(Plus, I’m telling you this to say, “Isn’t my kid amazing?” 🙂

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Sunday Post ~ “Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.— Marie Curie

I Corinthians 12:4-6
I Cornithians 15:58

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