Whatever Wednesday: When a Fur is Really a Fir and No One Cares


I traveled this past week down to my parents’ place for Thanksgiving.

On Friday we ventured out to the local grocery store which was safe to do because my parents live out in a very rural area.

Of course the store had Christmas trees for sale out front because what else do you put on sale the day after Thanksgiving?

A fabulous green sign proclaimed the prices of these trees on the store’s front entryway door.

Fur TreesSee?

The “Large Fur” was only $29.99. The “Small Fur” was a steal at just $19.99.

After reading the sign again, I glanced at the trees. They were not fuzzy or furry. There were no furs on sale.

Upon entering the store, I went straight to the first employee I saw which happened to be the woman in the floral section. It made total sense to talk with her about this because well, she deals with the plants, right?

“Hi. So, I had a question about the sign outside about the trees for sale. Who can I talk to about it?”

“I’ll answer what I can…”

“Great! The word “fur” is misspelled. I’m sure it’s an honest mistake but the word for trees is spelled f-i-r, not f-u-r as your sign currently states.”

“Ummm….” She then gave me a blank stare. “Right. The large trees are $29.99 and the small ones are…”

I interrupted her, giggling because clearly she misunderstood me. “No, no, no. I don’t want a tree. I want the sign fixed because it’s misleading. Is there a manager I can talk to about that?”

“Well, the girl who did it… (insert puzzled look)… we’ll be taking them down later today anyway….”

“Great. Because those trees are not f-u-rs, they are f-i-rs.”

The kicker?

The above photo was taken the FOLLOWING AFTERNOON.

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12 Days of Christmas Challenge: Postpartum the Sneaky Mood Disorder


Just last week, I put a call out on Twitter for Christmas Song Suggestions for a blog project. Today starts this project. Last year, I did a 12 days of Christmas during which I took 12 Postpartum Myths and explained them. This year, I decided to really challenge myself. It’s not meant to be as informative as last years but is instead a bit more free-spirited. I’ll be rewriting 12 Christmas songs for the next 12 days to fit the theme of Postpartum Mood Disorders and the experience they impart. Some may be more fact based than others but keep in mind the format to which I’ve constrained myself. I have to keep with the flow of the song in regards to syllables, etc. And no, I will not be offering audio versions of these songs. Well maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet. What do you think? (I warn you, I’m not the best singer in the world. Please don’t make me sing.)

Today’s post is based on “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” Enjoy and have a happy holiday season!

Postpartum, the sneaky mood disorder,

has a very stealthy mode.

And if you ever have it,

you would even say it blows.

All of the other mommies

used to laugh and bond with baby.

They never let us see them

fail at their baby games.

Then one tough morning

Mama came to say:

“Postpartum with your mood so foul,

won’t you let me laugh tonight?”

Then all the mamas rallied

as they shouted out with zeal,

Mama, you’re not alone,

we’re heading off to heal!

Friday Soother: Unto you is born this day A Saviour


 

"Christmas" by *Vintage Fairytale* @ flickr.com

 

“And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

~Luke 2:9-12~

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Whatever Wednesday: The Soapbox that Couldn’t


If you’re fragile, please refrain from clicking the links in this post. Heck, avoid this post altogether.

Here’s some holiday cheer for you instead:

For the rest of you hanging around, on we go.

I tweeted yesterday about getting on my soap box today about a tough topic.

Gung ho, I started to blog. I had visions of a terrific blog and then… then… I realized that what I was writing made me no better than the people about whom I wrote. So I stopped. I lost inspiration and I let it go.

But I promised a blog post. So here I am, blogging, about what I did not blog about yesterday.

You see, what I had planned to blog about was Liberty University‘s ever so brilliant cover of Antoine Dodson’s Bed Intruder Song. Someone in my Twitter feed posted a link to the video the other day. The official Liberty University You Tube Channel is carrying this video and the official Liberty University Twitter account is promoting it. Chancellor Falwell Jr. stated in a Liberty University press release that this video proves that even Christians have a sense of humor.

Here’s the video in question:

Now, I’m a Christian through and through. I laugh at some pretty twisted stuff, watch stuff I probably should not watch as a Christian, and I know I say things I should not say as a Christian. I am human. I am flawed. I am sinful in nature. And thankful for God’s grace. That said, I do not purposely go out and try to commit sin then expect to be forgiven even though I know it comes with the territory. No, I try to be the best me I can be and sometimes, at my best, that’s imperfect. But that’s okay because God loves me regardless.

That said, as a Christian, I draw the line at laughing and finding humor in another human being’s tragedy or harm.

Yet this is PRECISELY the line Liberty University has crossed. I think it’s highly inappropriate. But again, that’s just me. I am not the one to whom they will answer. All of us have a different perception. You may find this hilarious. It is indeed witty and entertaining. However; in my opinion, not at all appropriate for a Christian University regardless of their omission of the word Rape from the performance. Last time I checked, Attempted Sexual Assault was no laughing matter. Also? We teach our kids that dumb is a bad word. We should never call anyone dumb nor should they allow themselves to be called Dumb. Yet – well, the performance speaks for itself. As does the news post at Liberty’s own website.

Perhaps Chancellor Falwell, Jr., would also like to send this card to Antoine Dodson’s sister? After all, we Christians do need to show that we have a “Sense of humor,” right?

(Oh and by the way? Etsy is TOTALLY okay with that card being for sale at their site. See here)

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Whatever Wednesday: Grandma Jane’s Silver Bells


My Grandma Jane rocked. She was sassy, outspoken, brash, and overly compassionate. Doesn’t sound familiar at all, does it? ;-)

There were closets full of sweeping silky gowns, bedroom high heels, and real fur coats. We could dress up in anything we wanted to as long as it wasn’t in HER closet. Oh, the things I used to wear when we were at her house. (My cousin and I even got into her make up one year. Boy did we pay the price for THAT faux pas!)

She played organ at her church and had an organ in her living room on which she practiced. You know what that meant, right? We got to practice too. She would casually give us lessons too.

One of the songs our Grandma Jane loved this time of year was Silver Bells.

We would sit next to her at the organ as she played, watching every place her lithe fingers would land. Then it would be our turn. We would try our best to imitate her but all we could ever eek out would be Chopin.

This Christmas, every time Silver Bells plays, I am reminded instantly of my Grandma Jane. So I pause. In that moment, I feel the joy of sitting next to her at the organ, drinking in her perfume (remember Charlie?), her living room aglow in Christmas lights, delicious smells wafting from the kitchen, her perfume, and laughter of all the family members roaming about the house. In that moment, my heart is happy once again with her memory.

Then the song ends.

And I, I am left all alone until the next time the song is played.

I miss and love you, Grandma Jane.

This one’s for you:

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