tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40960427404335866622012-01-17T21:30:00.389-05:00Sit Down and Rest a SpellThe Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.comBlogger4951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-30785674947186647942012-01-17T21:30:00.000-05:002012-01-17T21:30:00.397-05:00

Thanks to all the feedback from my last post.  For everyone who commented, even those who commented and didn't want their comments posted, I really appreciate everything that was said.  Why am I creating a new blog post instead of saying this in a comment? Because, for some asinine reason unknown to me, the comment field will not load on my Blogger account.  So, instead there's a whole new

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Tim Tebow is probably the most famous current half-rate quarterback in the NFL.  He's not famous for his prowess on the field.  He ended the season with a 46.5% completion for 1,719 passing yards, and 12 touchdowns in 14 games.  Denver finished with an 8-8 record.  Compare that to another 8-8 record quarterback with a 78.2% completion for 3,474 passing yards, and 26 TD's.  Mike Sanchez and the

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It was the best of nights; it was the worst of nights.  Saving the best for last, let's delve into what makes a bad night. It begins by watching a psychological thriller with Deirdre who had her wisdom teeth removed the day before.  She propped herself up on the love seat in front of the fireplace and filled her iPad screen with the movie.  Sitting in the chair next to her, it was hard not to

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-37977363966445911842012-01-06T00:47:00.000-05:002012-01-06T00:47:20.899-05:00

Two constants in life are death and taxes.  As any semi-regular reader of my blogs knows, death has struck many times over the years, everyone from my father to my priest's wife.  But when death strikes and you can't comfort the grieved, you're at a loss. Wednesday at work, the flu infected me to a degree that even my co-workers could see the progression over a few short hours.  One scurried

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-72884679521537066342012-01-02T08:42:00.000-05:002012-01-02T08:42:58.664-05:00

"Any customer can have a car painted any color that he wants as long as it is black." ~ Henry Ford. If only it was that easy!  Now a trip to the grocery store leaves me mentally exhausted.  There is whole milk, 2%, 1%, skim, organic, grass-fed, soy, almond, goat, unpasteurized.  The cereal aisle alone takes twenty minutes alone sometimes just to find the three different brands and flavors that

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The hall runner, the front and back indoor mats, and the bathroom rug have been pressed into service between the rugs on any exposed wooden floor.  Baby came home from the hospital and can't walk well on slick surfaces.  Chairs block the doorways to the kitchen, having long ago outgrown the need for baby gates.  She is limited to only leashed potty breaks outside.  No walks, no jumping, and NO

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-4593791466319221142011-12-14T19:50:00.000-05:002011-12-14T19:50:23.932-05:00

Original plans for today:  Go to court to contest a traffic ticket where the officer gave me a ticket for running a yellow light that changed as I was halfway under it. Actual events for today:  Alarm goes off.  "What time is it?"  "6:30."  "Okay . . . crap!  I was supposed to meet C at 7:00!" Skip shower. Pull hair into a bun.  Dress and run out of the house with Mr. Gaelic to drop him off at

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-60595137524205571512011-12-12T20:44:00.000-05:002011-12-12T20:44:29.671-05:00

He didn't seem interested in what the tourguide had to say.  The earphones covered his ears, but whether the volume was up is another story.  In his hands was his iPhone, thumbs tapping away at a game on the screen.  He didn't hear the gentleman approach him.  He didn't know anyone was talking to him until the gentleman touched his arm. "Hi, I'm Congressman X.  How would you like to join me and

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-4931902824387422132011-12-09T23:30:00.000-05:002011-12-09T23:30:21.627-05:00

How does one go about putting together an intervention?  Last year at this time at a Christmas party, two friends and I were talking near the food table.  One remarked that she needed to find the bar, that it had been a long week, and that she needed a drink.  I cheerfully told them that I didn't drink.  [However, after rejoining the paid workforce, my tee toting days quickly came to an end.]

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This was lifted off some woman waiting to be read in the Facebook feed.  Enjoy! 15 Things White Girls Do on Facebook 1. Take pictures of their feet. 2. Express their extreme annoyance at this work day today and hint that it deserves a much needed alcoholic beverage at the end of it. WINK WINK. 3. Thank their hubby for being the best hubby in the world while their hubby is sitting right next

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Recently Deirdre pulled out the photo albums in search of a baby picture for the high school yearbook.  Deirdre is a senior this year and needs a "before" shot to go with her senior portrait.  It's amazing how much they change.  And how much they were always the same. Out came the older albums from when Yours Truly was a baby.  It's funny.  Deirdre remarked that my baby pictures look like a mix

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-54882010801718397422011-11-30T21:42:00.000-05:002011-11-30T21:42:54.101-05:00

What is it about Southern Gothic?  The characters are all tortured souls.  It is my belief that most Southern authors are tortured souls as well.  And that an author can't write well about a place until he leaves it.  It's like unrequited love.  There's some nagging itch of a feeling that must be put on paper or a memory stick.  That need to write. I had a need to write.  I had several stories

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-38893105404620768802011-11-20T23:27:00.000-05:002011-11-20T23:27:45.112-05:00

Comedy is funny because it has a kernel of truth in it.  So when a friend posted a joke recently, it wasn't just funny.  It was hilarious.  Because it's so true.  It's about things women say.  Through the years and different relationships, I have used the examples listed.  In fact, most women have used and probably still use them.  So guys, word of warning.  Read this joke and know that it's

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Mr. Gaelic is a techno-geek.  For example, one night recently he sat at the library desk with the desktop computer, his laptop, his iPad, and his iPhone uploading several albums from the home CD collection to the cloud.  Not satisfied when the album cover was omitted from the upload, he found sites to copy a picture of the cover to download.  I, on the other hand, am not an early adopter.  It

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-1606275039222698892011-11-19T12:39:00.000-05:002011-11-19T12:39:00.424-05:00

Ye nevah cawll.  Ye nevah wryte.  Whot?  Ye don' luve ye muddah? Two things that Southern mothers and New York Jewish mothers have in common are the guilt trip and the good food.  Sometimes at the same time. Lawdy mehcy, chil'.  Ya gotta eat yawr collah' greens or yaw're gonna disappeah until dey ain't nuttin' lef' o' ya but da clothes ya wearin' righ' now. As an aside, that reminds me of when

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-7984648811018104392011-11-10T19:07:00.000-05:002011-11-10T19:07:40.122-05:00

Is this just a phenomena in my town?  Or do people everywhere not know how to drive in the rain and the dark at the same time? It took me 45 minutes to go 14 blocks.  Fourteen!  My house is a mere six miles from my office.  The commute was an hour and fifteen minutes.  During Snowmageddon, some people sat in their cars on the roads until the wee hours of the night.  On 9-11 (yes, THE 9-11), Mr

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There was no lunch.  No food.  Only a cup of coffee.  All because of wanting some kind of religious grounding and centering in my workaday life.  There is a group near my office that has a short chapel service every Wednesday.  The group is part of one of the mainline Protestant denominations.  In their office building is a small chapel complete with Bibles and hymnals.  Why did it take me this

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The gloves are coming off.  My political stance has always been moderate for the most part.  My votes have swung both ways.  But after voting today, the realization hit me that Republicans are ruining our political system. The local clerk of the court was elected many years ago.  He has never had opposition.  The clerk's position is actually one that isn't a political position.  On the ballot,

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-71145180723926987272011-11-07T21:27:00.000-05:002011-11-07T21:27:31.440-05:00

If ever there was a day when this gal needed some Shania Twain, it was today.  My horrid habit of eating the ice from my drinks caused a filling to crack.  The dentist said it was in need of a crown.  My first crown.  No one told me exactly what to expect. The appointment was just after the dentist's office opened.  The idea was to go straight from there to my office.  My nice pashmina protected

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-68987969983675272782011-11-06T08:57:00.000-05:002011-11-06T08:57:35.509-05:00

In my sister's 1955 Girl Scout handbook are nine proficiency badges listed under Agriculture -- Animal Raiser, Beekeeper, Dairying, Farmer, Fruit Raiser, Home Gardener, Landscaper, Poultry Raiser, and Truck Gardener.  With the rise of backyard chicken coops, knowing how to candle an egg is regaining importance.  But knowing the difference, in females, between a calf, a heifer, and a cow, and the

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-52695858377113264112011-11-05T11:38:00.000-04:002011-11-05T11:38:23.134-04:00

Some people are better at breaking people's hearts than others.  Kim Kardashian comes to mind; she of 72 days.  Or Britney Spears; she of 55 hours.  But even people still stuck in dating mode sometimes do a piss-poor job of ending things.  The best approach is to just tell the other person.  If you live in New York City, Zagat's has come up with a list of the best places to break the news. 

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My sartorial peeves are about to become rants.  If you're not ready for it, move to the back row [F*ck the back row! Yay Back Row!] and let someone else read it. People, women mostly, who are so proudly brand conscious drive me up the wall.  One sees all these Coach bags with the C's on them, or the Tory Burch flats.  You know the ones.  Little ballet flats with a big brass circle on the toe

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-24827037383581603172011-10-30T21:32:00.001-04:002011-10-30T21:33:57.093-04:00

During my college days, my long-term boyfriend was the grandson of a Nazi soldier.  His grandfather was just a regular German who fought for his country.  In fact, many Germans sat idly by while their leaders tried to spread their ideals to other countries.  A couple of weeks ago my blog post bordered on alarmist.  A friend had voiced a prophecy some years back that now seems to be coming true.

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Yesterday's work day was thirteen and a half hours long, not including drive time.  Is it any wonder when eight o'clock in the evening rolls around that I'm studying the inside of my eyelids?  Surely there's got to be a way to stay awake for the late news without using toothpicks to prop open my eyes. [Title taken from this.]

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How can one have an old whiplash injury and never remember when or how it could have happened? [Title taken from this.]

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Only researchers, employees, and a few tourists read the quote.  Yet it is one that practically everyone knows.  "What is past is prologue."1  It is inscribed in marble beneath a statue of a woman with an open book on her lap.  At the researchers' and employees' entrance to the National Archives.  Want to see the Founding Documents?  Enter on the opposite side of the building. That quote echoes

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I need to fill you in on the EMT's pink shirts.  It turns out that, yes, they are supporting breast cancer.  They're not quite as brave as Marshall Moneymaker.  But they're showing their support. And in other news... I'm on a pet peeve tear.  Consistency!  Why aren't people consistent?  Being inconsistent can come across as hypocritical in some cases. An acquaintance of mine is very gung-ho in

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If curiosity killed the cat, then I'm in over my head.  Following a successful reconciliation at church today, changing into casual clothes to cook was necessary.  While sitting in the bedroom fastening my shoes, something bright pink outside the window caught the corner of my eye. Turning to have a better look, there were two EMT's from the firehouse working on their ambulance.  Both sported a

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Whenever a gift is used, even if months goes by between uses, makes the giver feel good.  Like we scored a hit.  That's the case with Maeve's telescope.  It was a Christmas present a few years ago.  Looking at the moon through its lens is like practically being on the surface.  All the craters and deserts are right there, big enough to touch. After supper, she announced that she was going

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Spending 14 years as a full-time mother spoils a person.  No boss to answer to, no office politics, self-determined schedules.  Ah, what a life! My duck feathers are losing their oils.  It's getting harder for things to roll off my back. I've noticed that my jaw is clenched tightly during the day and doesn't completely relax while at home.  Perhaps some football player can help me pick out a

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Left to my own proclivity, my neighbors would know me as the modern-day St. Francis, although it would be Frances instead of Francis. That's putting a nice spin on being the crazy lady who takes in all the stray cats. There's a site on Facebook which a friend of a friend of a friend suggested - Pets on Death Row. It lists the shelter where the animal is, gives the phone number, and tells the

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"I'm not joining today." "But why, my child? I've prepared the feast just for you." "I have anger issues that I haven't finished dealing with." "I know. I know everything about you. You even admitted your anger a few minutes ago. But I forgive you. All I ask is that you forgive." "But she hurt Deirdre with that letter she sent. She blamed Deirdre for her bad decisions and didn't accept any

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George Washington was giving a talk behind the Governor's Palace at Williamsburg and opened the floor, um ground, for questions.  One man tried to get the general to agree to Second Amendment gun rights.  The general reminded the man that currently, in General Washington's present day, he, the general, had no idea what the Second Amendment was because the date was 1780. But the general didn't

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Working from home can be either really good or really bad.  Bad, as in the days that you don't shower and pad around the house in sweats and bunny slippers with a cup of coffee so old it could get up and walk.  Good, as in today! The excuse was valid.  The television ordered for the office wouldn't be delivered without a signature.  It came to my house because it's easier for a delivery to be

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Has anyone else noticed this? And what does it say about our values? [Title taken from this.]

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"Pick a number between one and six then read your email," I text Mr. Gaelic. "Four," he texts back. Our date this weekend will be an early morning outing to watch the planes land while drinking coffee and reading to each other.  He then gets to pick six books and I pick the number. "Five," is my reply text. We'll be reading Without Feathers by Woody Allen.  Maybe there will be a cold snap by

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Mr. Gaelic gets paid $5 to walk the dog for 30 minutes.  Actually, there doesn't have to be a dog in the picture.  Or anything else except some form of exercise for 30 minutes and his office will pay him $5.  They also give him $35 for going to his annual physical, $25 for going to the dentist.  But it's not paid in cash.  It's paid in gift cards.  Yet there's a cap of $240 a year that he can

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How do you know there's an elephant in your refrigerator? Elephant footprints in your butter. How do you know there are two elephants in your refrigerator? Two sets of footprints. How do you put a giraffe in your refrigerator? Take out the elephants and put the giraffe in. How do you get four elephants in a compact car? Two in front and two in the rear. How do you know there are four

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God, I love the United States Air Force!  So the guys in the liaison office aren't quite as handsome as the Navy guys (oh, those blue eyes).  But man!  Can they make a killer margarita! The Air Force birthday is September 18th.  So the liaison office had their birthday celebration today.  Having spent over 30 minutes in the back office trading war stories with the Air Force scheduler and one of

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-69291355831479258042011-09-13T21:45:00.000-04:002011-09-13T21:45:05.230-04:00

Overheard at my office... "Schools are failing our children. My granddaughter takes civics at high school. She came home and said that our country is a democracy. I told her, 'No, it's not. It's a republic.' She kept insisting that it's a democracy because that's what she's been taught at school. Can you believe what they're teaching our kids these days?" The person saying this is running for

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-55333101710262444362011-09-12T22:18:00.000-04:002011-09-12T22:18:57.952-04:00

Who hasn't heard of the cupcake craze?  Stores that sell cupcakes exclusively.  TV shows about cupcake contests.  Now, there are even eggs specifically designed for baking into cupcakes. All in a bright pink box.  Pepto-Bismol pink.  No.  Barbie pink.  Advertising the perfect sized eggs in rags like Cosmo and selling them at your local Sainsbury.  And the woman in the ad?  She looks like she

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-58170594081511831242011-09-11T12:04:00.000-04:002011-09-11T12:04:28.470-04:00

Do you listen to your dreams?  What do they tell you about yourself and your life?  Inquiring minds want to know. [Here is a dream catcher.]

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Goooooood Evening, blog buddies!  My Pollyanna is showing.  Mostly because the stitches were removed from my back.  The results came back.  The spot that the doctor cut out was benign. Let the earthquakes, hurricanes, flooding, zombie apocalypse come.  I'm here and I'm cleared.  Get used to it!  I'm here to stay.  [Title taken from this.]

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Everyone else is doing it.  Might as well jump on the bandwagon.  Remembrances of, thoughts about, lives changed by 9/11. To begin, a friend and former co-worker was in a meeting at the Pentagon that fateful morning.  My firefighter neighbors confirmed that he probably didn't know what was happening and that he didn't suffer. My city has received renewed threats on this anniversary.  The police

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-40369705905336176742011-09-08T21:23:00.000-04:002011-09-08T21:23:48.084-04:00

Actual email: "The United States Navy's Office of Legislative Affairs cordially invites you to a Pizza Brief from 1200-1300 on Day, Month Date in Room XXX.  Join us as S.M.I., Assistant Director, National Security Directorate, Naval Criminal Investigative Service (NCIS) provides information on NCIS.  To ensure we order enough pizza, please send me a short e-mail RSVP if you think you will attend

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Cue the music.  In the saga of my 30-Day Non-Facebook Prose-instead-of-Pictures Challenge, it's been quite a while since my last entry.  A sage once told me, when blogging, never explain your absences and never apologize for not writing.  In that vein, this is my cheating entry.  Knocking out the last entries because, well, it's so confining having a meme to follow.  What was supposed to spark

The Gaelic Wifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-46736577207999753242011-08-19T00:08:00.000-04:002011-08-19T00:08:48.028-04:00

Next time, I'll read the entire list before I commit to an online challenge. This 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge is getting difficult. Today's challenge: 21.A picture of something you wish you could forget Everything that has happened to me makes me who I am. Yes, even the bad stuff. Sure, there are things I'm not proud of doing or saying. But that's still part of

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Back on a roll with the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge.  The 20th Challenge is today: 20.A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel This challenge was already done a while back with my non-bucket-list list of sensory experiences to be had before I die.  They covered sight, smell, taste, touch, and sound.  But I'll still play along with today's challenge. This

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My 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge has taken much more than 30 days.  The problem is that today's challenge threw me for a loop.  Day 19's challenge is: 19.A picture and a letter A letter?  As in a letter of the alphabet?  Or a letter to someone?  Let's go for the latter.  But...  Whom to write, that is the question.  Whom I wanted to write isn't the problem.  It's

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In the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge, there are hard challenges and easy challenges.  Today's is easy:  18.A picture of your biggest insecurity Growing up in a very small town in the South, you went to school with the same people you went to church with, did Girl Scouts with, took ballet class with, sang in the church choir with, and on and on and on.  So when one

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Are these getting harder or is it just me?  The 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge is a real challenge. Note to self:  next time try a 5 Day Challenge.  As usual, here is today's challenge: 17.A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently Wow!  Now that I think about it, this is quite easy.  No, it's not the threat of cancer in my life.  Nor the

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I'm getting into the groove again with the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge.  Today's challenge: 16.A picture of someone who inspires you Taking the easy way out isn't for me.  The answer won't be Jesus, or Mother Teresa, or Gandhi.  Those are all inspiring people.  But too easy.  To make it more difficult for myself, I remembered a sermon from several years ago about

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Lazy usually doesn't describe me.  Laziness didn't keep me from continuing my daily installments of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. Terror did. Before the explanation of how terror paralyzed my blog posts, here are the past and future (daily) challenges. The past: 1.A picture of yourself with 10 facts 2.A picture of you and the person you have been closest with

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Ring, ring. [abridged office phone call - actual lasted about 20 minutes] Gaelic: This is Gaelic. Caller: Hi, Miss Gaelic. This is Marcus Brown. I'm calling to tell you that you won three five five million dollars. Gaelic: [mental alarms going off] MB: We want to deliver the check to you today. Can I have your address? G: Do you know who you're calling? MB: Yes.  Miss Gaelic.  What is your

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First the good news.  The stitches are out of my finger.  Yippee!  The pins are out of my finger.  Yippee!!  The bones are healed.  Yippee!!!  However... The progress on mobility backslid while my finger was in the latest bandage.  The finger only bends about 60° and won't touch the palm.  Yet.  Give it a few weeks. The so-so news.  As you may remember from last Thursday, it was not a good

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Is this how it begins?  The end?  The voice on the answering machine informs me that the results of my biopsy are in.  Yet the doctor's office will be closed for the four-day weekend beginning in the morning.  She says to call at my earliest convenience for the results.  Four days from now. If it were benign, she would have said so on the answering machine.  I don't say anything.  He doesn't

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The good news is that all five pins were removed from my finger last week.  The bad news is that the bruise covers half my palm and it's that putrid purplish-greenish color.  The doctor prescribed Oxycontin.  I love that man! However, that's not what I'm addicted to.  When the entire weekend is spent in bed in a drugged-up stupor, Facebook and work are prohibited on the doctor's orders.  Lest I

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There will be a short break in the challenge.  After gearing up for my first motorcycle ride in almost four years, the pins in my finger were dislodged while wearing the protective gloves and spending a couple of hours on the motorcycle yesterday.  The pain that had been occurring on both sides of my knuckle shifted all to one side.  The knuckle looks not only massively swollen but also deformed.

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30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge: Day 14:  A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without. Two words:  Mr. Gaelic.

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Lucky number thirteen.  Today's challenge is: 13.A picture of your favorite band or artist Band?  Artist?  Jeez, make it difficult!  Which do you want?  How about both? Band?  Can that be just a singer?  If so, hands down, it's Johnny Cash.  But then there's also Hank Williams III or Ralph Stanley and His Clinch Mountain Boys.  So Ralph and the Boys is more of a band.  If it's a group you're

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Getting down to business, in the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge, here are the last three. 10.A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with - Yes 11.A picture of something you hate - Yep 12.A picture of something you love - Now Another short one tonight.  Mostly because of the highly stressed week in the office.  And it's only Thursday.  Something I love?

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This was supposed to be another installment in the 30 Day Challenge.  But a nice full belly and a set of clean sheets later and this gal is headed off on a date with Mr. Sandman.

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We're now in the second third of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge and they're getting harder. Before we get to today's topic, here are the last three. 9.A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most - Ναι. 10.A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with - Sim. 11.A picture of something you hate - Here! Hate is such a strong word. 

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Moving on with today's entry in the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge and recapping the last three. 8.A picture that makes you laugh - Da. 9.A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most - Si. 10.A picture of the person you do the most ****** up things with - Here! As you can guess from the title, I don't need anyone to help me in finding f***ed up things. 

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Rule #1: Never blog under the influence.  I only drink on special occasions.  Last night with the gals from the office was a special occasion.  But the beer tainted my words.  Perhaps what was said should have remained unsaid.  Before moving on here are the last three topics in the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. 7.A picture of your most treasured item - Oui. 8.A

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Yesterday's blog was a crap out.  It was supposed to be Day 8 of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. Instead, my brain wouldn't come up with anything.  Before heading into today's blog, let's recap the last three. 6.A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day - Yep 7.A picture of your most treasured item - TWO nights ago 8.A picture that makes you

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I got nuttin'.  After an incessantly long day of vouchers, accounts payable, payroll, and my regular scheduler responsibilities, my brain checked out at 5:00 today.  Even reclining on the couch for an hour hasn't revived it. Let's call this my Seventh Inning Stretch in the Challenge.

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Three guesses what the most treasured item is for a genealogist and family historian.  Go ahead.  Before you read any further.  Make your guesses.  The most treasured item is today's entry in the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. As usual, here are the last three. 5.A picture of your favorite memory - Done. 6.A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day

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What would you need to know about someone to switch places with them for a day?  The great thing about the loss of privacy in the past 40 years is so much is known about so many people that there is not a single person I would want to switch places with today.  In all of history is a different matter entirely. The sixth day of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge delves

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When the house is full of noise, and the kids are asking "Why" and "What" and "Who", and the dishes need washing, escaping to a favorite memory would be like a trip to a tropical island paradise.  Favorite memory is today's challenge in the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. In an effort to keep you up to date, here are the last three challenges. 3.A picture of the cast

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Welcome to the fourth installment of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge.  To keep the list from getting too long, there will only be three previous challenges shown on each day's post. 2.A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest -- Check 3.A picture of the cast from your favorite show -- Check 4.A picture of your favorite night -- This is it

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Today is the third installment of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge. If you haven't been keeping track, here is the list so far. 1.A picture of yourself with 10 facts -- Check 2.A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest -- Check 3.A picture of the cast from your favorite show -- You're reading it For someone who doesn't watch TV, today's

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The second installment of the 30 Day Non-Facebook Prose-Instead-of-Pictures Challenge is here.  Before we get to today's topic, there needs to be some clarification about the daily requirements.  1.A picture of yourself with 10 facts -- Check 2.A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest -- You're reading it 3.A picture of the cast from your favorite show 4.A picture

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Thief!  Again with the plagarized material.  This time it's the (infamous) 30-Day Facebook Picture Challenge.  Only without pictures.  If a picture can paint a thousand words then why can't I paint you?  Whoa!  Already off on tangents and the first paragraph isn't finished yet.  It's going to be a long, disjointed blog.  So hang on. Day 1. A picture of yourself with 10 facts:  Here goes. Red

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Boobs or hip bones?  What's more attractive?  C'mon, fellas.  Inquiring minds want to know what y'all think.  It started over the weekend with pictures of two celebs on two beaches.  LeAnn Rimes in Mexico and Christina Hendricks in Italy.  LeAnn tweeted a photo of herself in a string bikini.  The paparazzi caught Christina stepping out of her cover-up.  Those two pictures ignited the body wars

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Two words.  Boombox scene.  Okay here's another two words.  Lloyd Dobler.  Do you know the reference? Swooning over John Cusak and a boombox was part of coming of age in the '80s.  Who wouldn't give her right arm to have the man she loves serenade her with Peter Gabriel outside her window?  Come closer and I'll tell you a secret.  We would still give our right arms for a serenade outside our

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WARNING!!!  SPOILER ALERT!!!  If you don't want to know too much about "Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides", then leave now.  Here's the door. The entire Gaelic clan went to a matinee this weekend for a 3-D IMAX viewing of the movie.  Based on trailers and reviews, we knew there would be mermaids, zombies, and a search for the Fountain of Youth.  But the movie got some points wrong.

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I know a couple whose first, and so far only, child is nine months old.  There were crying jags when he wouldn't sleep for the world.  My heart went out to them but my mind quickly remembered my own sleepless nights with crying babies.  Been there, done that, no thank you. There were countless readings of "Goodnight Moon", "The Velveteen Rabbit", "The Giving Tree", "Where the Wild Things Are". 

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There are three men at church that absolutely float my boat to new heights. They are the seminarian, the deacon, and one of the priests. While watching them all at the altar recently, it came to me that they have the same hair -- thick, full, and black. They're all thin. Two are relatively tall. And they're all young. Under 35. This isn't my normal MO. From my earliest boyfriend in college, my

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After a long week getting up close and personal in the sausage factory, um, I mean halls of Congress, this gal needs to get back to her roots.  On the turntable tonight... 1."Sylvie" (Leadbelly) 2."Pretty Boy Floyd" (Woody Guthrie) 3."Do Re Mi" (Woody Guthrie) 4."I Ain't Got No Home" (Woody Guthrie) 5."Jesus Christ" (Woody Guthrie) 6."Rock Island Line" (Leadbelly) 7."East Texas Red" (Woody

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My girl card is about to be taken away.  To me, a date on the calendar to celebrate love (February 14) or mothers (the second Sunday in May) or birthdays (for me, August 6) is not necessarily an excuse to shower me with presents.  My family knows me so well. Since today is Mother's Day, as with most holidays, we have a family traditional breakfast.  Mr. Gaelic and the girls prepare eggs Benedict

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*See Alabama.

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Past blogs have extolled my mundanity and averageness.  A Regular Jane.  Main Street Denizen.  Mainline Protestant.  Middle of the road, garden variety, dime a dozen. Now it's confirmed that my politics are smack dab in the middle as well.  The Pew Research Center released their 2011 Political Typology.  It's nothing that we didn't already know.  The two political extremes are more polarized. 

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The following is not original material.  It was plagarized from Becca.  Play along on your own blog if you like. NICKNAMES: Yes, I have two.  One my husband calls me.  One my father took to his grave with him. BIRTHDAY: The anniversary of the first atomic bomb that was dropped.  Yep, that pretty much describes me, too. HEIGHT: 5'10" EYE COLOR: Hazel HAIR COLOR: Red, strawberry blonde, titian,

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One joke in the Episcopal church is about the passing of the Peace.  The priest begins with "The Peace of the Lord be always with you."  And the people answer, "And also with you," before turning to the neighbors, shaking hands, and passing the Peace with "Peace be with you." The joke is that we have a wicked sense of humor.  In the Star Wars series, whenever a character says, "May the Force be

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The Internet is buzzing with individuals and groups who are coming to the aid of the tornado victims across the south, most predominately in Alabama.  FEMA is there, as is USDA for farmers.  Everyone wants to help. This is my home state.  Of course I'm concerned about the people.  But I'm not helping.  Not yet.  With all the influx of money and goods and offers of help, my help won't make any

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My interest in English history has made Anglophiles of my children.  There are three shelves in our library with English histories from the Angevins to the Tudors.  No Stuart history for me.  As much as I'm a republican, I have no stomach when it comes to chopping off the king's head. No surprise that Friday morning dawned with all the females in the family watching the wedding of Prince William

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Technology is amazing.  Apparently the forecasters are able to predict days in advance the massive storms, whether snowpocalypse in the mid-Atlantic two years ago or the tornadoes across the South in the last few days.  An update from FEMA came to my email inbox yesterday warning about severe storm in Alabama today. After leaving work early today in advance of a possible tornado watch, I

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There has been no exercise regimen in my life since Christmas.  No ballet.  No swimming.  No free weights.  No Pilates.  Nada.  Nil.  Nothing.  Zip.  Zero. But my doctor and my health coach (she comes with the health care plan at Mr. Gaelic's office) want me to exercise to help reduce my cholesterol.  It's above the normal range.  Plus my LDL cholesterol is too high and my HDL is too low.  The

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If you're new to The Writer's Kaffeeklatsch, about three months ago my left ring finger was shattered in a fall on icy steps.  The ER cut off my wedding rings.  A few days later the doctor operated and inserted five pins into one little tiny bone.  Two months of physical therapy have led to increased mobility.  Yet my finger still isn't straight and won't bend to touch the palm of my hand without

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Look at the calendar.  It's Maundy Thursday.  Not only did Jesus partake of the Last Supper with his disciples, He washed their feet.  Then He told them to do the same amongst themselves.  His new commandment was to love one another as He loved them. In the late morning, Deirdre and I trekked to the Army Medical Center where the wounded warriors from Afghanistan and Iraq are sent to heal to the

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The subtitle of today's blog could be "Hey, Mom! There's goop on my forehead!" Remember your history?  Remember how the Puritans in Massachusetts forbade the celebration of Christmas?  Growing up as a Southern Baptist in the South, the church didn't celebrate Christmas with a church service unless December 25th happened to fall on a Sunday.  We also didn't celebrate Ash Wednesday, Maundy

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Would you rather: Take a pill everyday that would provide your body with the exact vitamins, minerals, and calories and guarantee perfect health and weight but never be able to eat anything ever again OR never have perfect health and weight but eat anything you wanted? Have power but little money OR have money but little power? Pay $8 for a gallon of water OR pay $8 for a gallon of gas? Be blind

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Sixteen hours!  In one day!  Yep, that's right.  My day began on Friday morning at 8:30 a.m.  It ended at 12:30 a.m. Saturday.  The airline reservations were confirmed at 12:15 a.m.  This is how work weeks creep above 60 hours.  With early mornings (like Tuesday at 7:30) and late nights (like tonight).  I'm about to do an impression of a bear during winter.  My cave-bed is calling.  There's

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There are five senses.  Yet there are only four here so far in my non-Bucket List list.  There have been sight, sound, smell, and taste.  Have you ever realised that most of your senses are located in the head region?  The only one that covers more than just the head region is touch.  What is on my want-to-feel-before-I-die list?  This: The Dead Sea keeping me afloat My grandbaby's soft skin

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Us versus them.  Regardless of what the issue is.  We'll take a side because being undecided is anathema to most people.  Or so I have come to believe. The office staff assistant attended the cross-state rival of my university.  He always rags me for my choice of colleges.  Last week I told him of a couple we know who are in a mixed marriage.  She went to the cross-state rival; he attended the

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I'm Number 50!  I'm Number 50!  I'm Number 50!  And I'm proud of it! Fifty out of 100.  As in, I'm average.  Or so I think I am. I dislike extremes of just about everything -- from temperatures, to politics, to clothing, to religious beliefs.  In terms of religion, I'm about as middle-of-the-road as they come.  Part of a mainline Protestant denomination.  The mainline Protestant denominations

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Lou Gehrig said, "Today, I consider myself to be the luckiest man on the face of the earth."  What of the happiest person in America?  The New York Times knows. According to the annual Gallup-Healthways Well-Being Index, he is a tall, Asian-American, observant Jew who is at least 65 and married, has children, lives in Hawaii, runs his own business and has a household income of more than $120,000

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When the alarm went off, the radio station reported that it is going to be a gorgeous day today.  But where's the sun?  After showering and dressing to my shoes, the few steps outside for the newspaper revealed only a tinge of pink in the eastern sky.  If I was supposed to be up before the sun, I would be a farmer.  Is anyone else having a hard time adjusting to Daylight Saving Time? Before my

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Movies can be entertaining, funny, serious, thought-provoking, cautionary, even edifying.  Rarely is there a movie that drains whatever intellect is left in the brain second by second until the last frame.  This one ranks in the so-bad-you-don't-want-to-miss-a-second-of-it category.  Let's see if there are enough brain cells still intact and not screaming out in an agonizingly slow

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