by mssinglemama on September 3, 2009
I spotted my first fallen leaves in the grass of the baseball diamond near my post office last Thursday.
The bag over my shoulder was bursting with little brown packages. Each containing a silver or bronze new leaf necklace destined for one of you. I make this walk to the post office, with Murphy in tow and sometimes Mr. Benjamin, at least a few times a week. And still, two months after quitting the day job, these post office trips are my favorite part about my new job.
The walk itself is the last step before the necklaces will be around your necks. I’ve sent packages all over the world now. One even went to Saskatchewan. Another to Argentina and yet another to Great Britian. On these walks it all comes full circle. I feel like a bearer of hope, sending little packages of it one by one to each of you who so generously chose to support my little blogging career by buying one.
When I saw the leaves I stopped for a second to digest the sight of them. August, I thought, it’s still August but I guess Fall is almost here now. I gave Murphy a little whistle and we kept walking. Now about thirty feet from the busy street I had to cross to reach the post office and with the building before me, I started thinking about her.
The first time she processed a pile of my packages, stamping them all and tucking them away under her counter she asked me what was inside.
“Necklaces,” I answered.
“Well, you’re not allowed to send jewelry to Canada,” her words were cold as her hands rested on one of my brown envelopes destined for a single mom in Ontario. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on June 16, 2009
The radio booth smelled like old men and dusty records but I liked it anyway.
When Glenn Miller came on I would start dancing by myself. Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer. How can you not dance to Chattanooga Choo Choo?
My Dad had introduced me to The Glenn Miller Band years earlier.
We were cleaning the living room when he popped in his Glenn Miller CD and then told me to drop the broom and “dance with me!” Dancing with him for those few songs, him leading me, trying to teach his high-strung teenage daughter to loosen up is one of those memories I will always keep, the kind no one can take away.
He was always making those kinds of memories for me – teaching me how to live life, to have fun, to enjoy the little things.
Dancing alone in the radio booth, another little fun thing, kept me awake.
I was working the Saturday morning shift, it was my first radio job and a chance to hopefully land a shift in the daylight hours. But for now I was stuck in the darkness – alone and nervous. Whenever I’d turn the microphone on I’d get chills, up my arms, down my neck and sometimes in my throat. The nerves were so intense I would occasionally bumble my words or, even worse, freeze up entirely.
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by mssinglemama on June 26, 2008
Just a little over 24 hours left to bring out your fears to win a $200 flat iron!
I don’t know how I’m going to pick a winner. If you haven’t read the entries, get busy. Some will make you cry, others will make you laugh. All in all, I’d say it’s been a good week for bringing out the fears.
And because we’re all clearly afraid of death I had to post this video, Monty Python and the Holy Grail – quite possibly one of the greatest movies of all time.
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Contest deadline is Friday at midnight (PST). Enter here.
by mssinglemama on October 19, 2007
A new study suggests men die before women because they are natural polygamists. Meaning, that during cave man days, polygamy was the norm – not monogamy. All of the competition for women and lots and lots of sex wore those poor guys out and they still die earlier because of it.
Read the article here.
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