Conversations between Neighbors :: A Comparative Study

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Many years ago, or maybe just two, I wrote a *cough* fictitious *cough* post about the conversations Dads have with other Dads compared to conversations Moms have with other Moms, while kids are present.

This afternoon, during a telephone conversation with my neighbor, I had to snap at my kids for interrupting me, and my neighbor had to snap at her kids for interrupting her.

Our interrupted phone conversation reminded me of the post I wrote a couple of years ago. Trust me when I say, the post is timeless. Continue reading

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Plain Jane Gets the Stud

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“Do you remember, when we met? That’s the day, I knew you were my pet. I wanna tell you how much I love you.” So begins the song Sea of Love, written by Phil Phillips.

The song is on my mind for two reasons. First, Val Erde created a beautiful graphic painting titled, “Sea Love“, and she is sharing it with her readers. Second, today my husband and I are celebrating our 9th wedding anniversary. Between the Sea Love painting and the Sea of Love song, I am in a wonderful place.

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Music to my ears

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I wanted boys. If I was going to try and give birth to babies, I wanted the babies to be boys.

I was born into a family of four girls and one boy. Estrogen was the dominant hormone, and I found myself craving testosterone.

Please understand, I have nothing against girls. Honest. I like girls. In fact, some of my best friends are girls.

What I failed to see with my Y-chromosome tunnel vision was the maleness that is attached to the boy. What do I mean by maleness? Well, I mean passing gas and laughing, scratching bellies and other parts, crumbs on the counter, crumbs on the couch, stinky socks, and the worst – toilets. Shudder Continue reading

Two Men and a Chainsaw

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Earlier this week, a line of severe thunderstorms passed through our area. In the wake of the storms, a tree was left wee-honked. Located along a trail between our house and our neighbor’s house, the wee-honked tree was leaning perilously over the trail. To keep the travelers of the trail safe, the wee-honked tree had to be removed.

Enter two men and a chainsaw. Continue reading

He said, and she was interrupted

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One nice afternoon, Rob took the boys outside to play. While he was outside, he noticed Bill coming out with his kids. Rob walked over to Bill’s house.

“So Bill,” Rob begins. “How are you doing?”

“Great, Rob.” Bill replied. “How are things with you?”

“Can’t complain. Can’t complain.” Rob said. “Hey, did you take part in The Big Green Egg Festival this past weekend?”

“Actually, Rob, I did. I’ll go get a couple of beers, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Great! I’ll take an Oktoberfest, please.”

“You got it.”

Moments later, Bill returns with two cold beers. He begins to tell Rob all about the Egg-fest. Two hours (and two more beers) later, Betty and Veronica emerge from the house.

“Hey guys!” The gals yell in unison, “Where are the kids?”

The guys look at each other, shrug their shoulders and say, “They’re around here somewhere.”

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One nice afternoon, Betty takes her kids outside to play. She notices Veronica is already out with her kids, so she joins her in the driveway.

“Hi, Veronica.” Betty says with smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Veronica says. “Adam! Stay out of the mud, please!”

“Where is Bill?”

“Oh, he’s inside resting. And, Rob? Stephanie! Leave the cat alone!”

“Inside resting.”

“Did I tell you my Auntie was coming in town from England?” Betty asks.

“No. When will she be in town?” Veronica responds.

“Well, it looks like -” Betty stops short, “David! Don’t throw rocks at your sister!”

She continues, “It looks like she’ll arrive -”  Veronica cuts her off, “Oh. Hang on a second – Adam! Stop digging around Mr. Smith’s yard.”

“Sorry.” Veronica says.

“She’ll arrive later this week. She has her last show in London on Tuesday, and she’ll –  Stephanie! Quit pulling the cat’s tail!”

“Her show?” Veronica inquires. “Is she an actress?”

“Yes. She’s been – “David! What did I say about the rocks?”

“Adam! Get out of the street! There is a car coming!”

“Stephanie, did you wet your pants?”

“Scott! Don’t run or you’re going to – SCOTT! Are you OK?”

“Sorry, Veronica. We need to cut this short. Maybe we can try again tomorrow?”

“That’s fine.”

Betty and Veronica head back inside with the kids. Bill greets Betty by asking “How is Veronica doing? Did you gals have a nice conversation?”