Thinking back on my days of church camp at Camp Christian in Houston, OH, memories of the nightly campfire jump to mind. One of the songs we always sang around the campfire was, “They’ll Know We Are Christians.” If you’ve ever sat around a campfire at church camp, then that song is already going through your head (and will be for the rest of the day — you’re welcome.) (more…)
It is far and away my absolutely least favorite of household chores. I dread everything about grocery shopping.
I hate planning meals a week out, never knowing how much time we’ll actually have when it comes time to prepare the planned meal. And will the pre-planned entree sound good at the time? Probably not if I have to cook it. I thumb through the sale flyers, looking for inspiration, but there is nothing even slightly inspiring about the prospect.
Sometimes, I’m astonished by my own absent-mindedness. Last night, after working out, we went to Walmart because we were out of ice cream. (Yeah, I know. Don’t start.)
Always the misanthropic introvert, I opted for self-checkout. As my husband prepared to swipe his debit card, I astutely remembered that we had just gotten a robo-call alerting us to the fact that our daughter’s lunch money account was perilously low. (See my rant about this practice.) (more…)
When it comes to men, what is handsome? I guess it depends on who you ask. Scan the magazine aisle at the store (if you dare) and you would see how society has come to define masculine sex appeal — ripped abs, perfectly-tailored designer suits, and the perfect amount of face stubble.
I would say “handsome” is something I can’t exactly define, but I know it when I see it, and I see it in my husband, David often. (more…)
I had an 8am dentist appointment this morning. As I was walking in, I felt a sneeze coming on — I remember because it hit so fast I didn’t have time to get a tissue and was forced to sneeze into my bare elbow.
When I got inside, I immediately scrubbed my hands and arm with hand sanitizer because I’m nuts like that, then I waited. (more…)
I occasionally take a prescription muscle relaxer for the chronic pain in my neck. There is a warning label on the bottle, “MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS.” In my experience, that warning label does not offer sufficient “warning.” The label SHOULD read: (more…)