What Did You Just Say?

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[Once again, I found myself flipping through old posts and found this classic I thought I’d share.]

Have you ever been in a social situation where someone is speaking to you, and for the life of you, you simply cannot understand what they are saying? Maybe it was a really strong accent, maybe they just had oral surgery and have cotton swabs in their mouth, perhaps they were stung on the tongue by a bee, or maybe they were actually speaking a language. Either way, it all comes out the same: What the hell was that? More


What Happens When There Are No More Churches?

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Abandoned Church

I remember a time during my childhood when my parents would take us to church on Sundays. It was a regular thing, and we went every Sunday (and special days, of course) without fail, unless we were really sick with a fever. For me it was a very comforting feeling: familiar, warm, and lasting. There was tradition that was followed for many years that was mixed into everything we did. The old, red, hymn book we always used to sing the hymns and follow the liturgy were worn, the pages yellowing. The church calendar cycle was the same very year, with the ebbing and flowing of special times; of Advents and Christmases; of Lents and Easters. More

Doppelganger: The Lesson



Doppelganger: Literally, it’s German for “double-goer.” In English it is an apparition or double of a living person. We’ve all seen them, or experienced them at one point or another in our lives. More

I Think I’ve Created a Monster


Sleeping Chihuahuas

Many years ago, when Hubby and I first met, neither one of us had pets. Oh, I’ve had dogs in my childhood. They were always strays. The one we had the longest (and she was the one of the best dogs ever) was Missy. She was still relatively young when she found us – maybe 2 years old – and we had her until she died about 14 years later. But she was the most gentle and loving dog you’d ever meet, part Labrador and part Collie, and you’d only have to fear being licked to death from her. More

Facebook: A Rant



Facebook. People either love it, or they loathe it; they praise it, or they curse it. There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground on it. Additionally, you have two separate types of Facebook users – those that post everything, and those that post very little. More