15 in 5
Because I love a list. Especially a random list.
- It’s unbelievable that there are less than 100 days until Christmas. Even more unbelievable is that Hobby Lobby has had Christmas stuff out for months.
- The other day, I kept trying to figure out why I couldn’t get the little pocket on my skirt to tuck in correctly. I messed with it and messed with it. It turns out that, because of the zipper, when the skirt’s on inside out, the pocket won’t tuck in at all. Not only did I spend an hour in Kroger, even talking to a few friends, I stopped at Publix on the way home.
- I chatted with a friend at Kroger. She noticed that my skirt was inside out but didn’t tell me. She said I looked cute anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. She is sweet. I am an idiot.
- Apparently people are up in arms about Elizabeth Hurley’s bathing suit line for young girls. I’m the first one to say that girls are more scantily clad than when I was little. However. I saw a couple of bikinis that might be questionable, but the others were polka dotted and ruffled. Not the biggest offender. Don’t like it? Don’t buy it.
- Car update: It’s still not fixed. It starts up every time, so I’m choosing to ignore it. Smart? No. Will it break down again, leaving me stranded? Probably! Hopefully I’ll be somewhere fun.
- Totally unrelated (and random as usual), a friend reminded me this week that worrying is selfish. At first, I thought, “How so? I’m thinking of others, and their reactions, when I worry!” Really when you think about it, though, worrying is all about us. Our concerns. Either share your concerns with the appropriate parties or get over it.
- Still, I do worry every day that I might not be a good parent. We all hope we’re making the right decisions. Whether it’s “Are there enough green veggies on their plate?” or “Is she a kind, compassionate person?” we’re never sure. I guess I need to stop worrying. I just told myself the truth. We will never know for sure.
- Funerals in the south are serious business. I should rephrase that. The food involved in funerals in the south is serious business. People even bring paper products! Every single plastic fork is appreciated.
- In the south, when a funeral procession passes, we pull over. We wait until every last car has gone by. Often, it’s a really long wait. But we wait. My Yankee friends have said that people from the north don’t always do that. I think it’s a pretty cool tradition.
- Speaking of food, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has provided meals for the White family. The rather large extended family has eaten well. Special thanks to WifeSaver, Beasley Broadcasting, Very Vera, Crums on Central, Wesley UMC and French Market Grille West. Those are in no particular order, and I’m sure I’ve left someone out. We do like food, though.
- If you drink, enjoy yourself. Forthelove, don’t drive home. Calling a cab is not super easy in Augusta, but don’t make that your excuse. I’m sure someone at the table can drink water for one night. You need to take your turn, too.
- Today, my family laid a beautiful girl to rest. Her friends are missing her, too, more than you imagine. If you don’t pray, send thoughts. If you pray, pray hard. They’ll need it all in the coming days.
- Weeks like this remind us that life is fragile. It’s short. We never know what to expect. So why don’t we treat every day as if it’s our last? Why does it take tragedy to remind us to hug our kids? I’ve been more patient with The Boy and The Girl over these last couple of days. I wish I had the wherewithal to respond that way every day.
- It goes without saying but bears repeating: Jordan White was a lovely girl. Her life was cut short. Hug your people, people.
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- Final soapbox: Jordan was an organ donor. A 12-year-old girl got her heart and another chance at life. Three other people’s lives were saved as well. Check the box when you renew your license. Tell your family. It gives a pretty thick silver lining to an otherwise crap pile of a situation.