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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That Pal :: A Drabble

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I dare not tag the person who inspired me to start writing drabbles. I’m certain he would prefer to miss this – my latest creation. Then again, I should give credit where credit is due. So Steve, this drabble… well, it’s not for you. (You’re welcome.)

A reminder for newbies, a drabble is a work of fiction consisting 100 words. Today’s drabble comes in the form of a poem. Which means, this may not be a true drabble. Nonetheless, you are welcomed and encouraged to create your own drabble. If you do, tag your post with ‘Friday Drabble’ and use the hash-tag #fridaydrabble on Twitter. Continue reading

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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For Lois, A School Friend

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As I continue to abstain from Facbeook and Twitter, I am becoming more and more thankful I have email. Late last week, I received an email from a college (and Facebook) friend. During my first year in college, you’d often find me and my roommate in this friend’s room. We would laugh together often – and maybe drink a little, too. When reliving memories of college, my friend Lois comes to my mind.

Lois sent me an email about an article she ran across in Parenting magazine: “6 Friends Every Mom Needs.” She thought the subject would be a good one for my blog. (Keep those suggestions coming, Readers!) Instantly, I egotistically assumed, “Aw, I’m one of the friends Lois needs.” And, if you read the article, it is apparent I am Lois’ ‘Slightly Glam Girlfriend’. NOT! Please. I’m more along the lines of the ‘Not even slightly glam girlfriend’. In any case, I don’t really believe I am on the list of friends Lois needs, but I know I’m on the list of friends she enjoys! (Ditto!) 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?”