In a previous post, I lamented the lack of philosophical writings for women. A collection of ideas where the chief goal was to empower, embolden, and other em-words like that there.
But was it true? Did we really lack such writings, or was I falling into a “poor me” mentality, as satisfying as it is lazy? I had to find out.
My trip to the library produced mixed results. The reading materials were plentiful and the cold brew coffee sold in their cafe (only $3.95) was lovely. The problem, as I saw it, was that the writings focused too much on what was wrong with women. They came from a premise that we were broken. Battered down and weakened.
After two hours of disheartening research, I bought another cold brew and headed home.
That was when my trip took an interesting turn. Continue reading “Recent Discovery: the Diary of a Noble Woman”
There are few guarantees in this world, but one thing we can be sure of: as long as we keep living, we’ll keep getting older. Which means one day I’ll be an old lady.
So I’ve been wondering. What sort of old lady will I be?
As it so happens, I’ve known several old ladies in my lifetime. And for the most part, I’ve had some great role models.
Oh sure, there are always a few cranks in the bunch. (My first blog post listed the worst traits of Old Ladyism.) But in general, and in all sincerity, I’d say the women I’ve met have been real gems.
There are three in particular I wish to emulate. Here, in brief, are their stories. Remember, these are real people. Only their names have been changed Continue reading “What Sort of Old Lady Will I Be?”
Ordinarily I’m not one to namedrop, but the fact is, I know Mr. and Mrs. Claus personally.
Fact is, I work with them. They’ve been working at our school since last August. Continue reading “The Truth About Mr. & Mrs. Claus”
Beings how I scheduled this post ahead of time, I have no idea how the election turned out. Therefore, I shall make a prediction.
- The sun rose today
- The birds sang
- The neighbor’s dog pooped in my yard
One more thing that’s fairly safe to predict: No matter who won, the other side is plenty unhappy about it.
It’s times like these when we need to step back, seek wisdom from our philosophers, and eat cookies.
(Not many people know this, but philosophers regularly ate cookies. If they look morose, it’s because someone over baked them.)
So whether your candidate won or lost, consider these philosophical musings, as well as a cookie recipe that promises world peace. (No, really!)
Continue reading “The Election is Over; It’s Time for Philosophy and Cookies”
Both kids are getting their wisdom teeth out today.
In light of that, I took them to their favorite Chinese buffet last night. I think they ate every crunchy, fried item there. I even gave them my fortune cookie to split.
Now, I’m not sure how donated cookies play out in fortune cookie rules, but the one that would have been mine seemed to contradict Daughter’s. See for yourself:
We hoped Son’s fortune cookie would settle the issue. But… well, seems like there’s a fortune cookie worker with a sense of humor:
Very inspirational, don’t you think? 😀
You remember how I said I have a tattoo, right? And that I find tattoos fascinating?
I wanted to remind you, lest you think I’m being judgmental in this post.
I recently heard of a guy who had a cookie recipe tattooed on his leg, because he lost the recipe once and didn’t want to lose it again.
My first thought was, Wow! Those must be some incredible cookies if a guy got a tattoo for them!
So, naturally, I made them.
Instead of one teaspoon of baking soda, you use 1/2 teaspoon baking soda and 1/2 teaspoon baking powder.
Seems like you could just remember that, couldn’t you? Do you have to sit through a tattoo for it?
(Did that sound judgmental? Just a bit?)
Here’s the tattoo. If you added coconut to the mix, you can better match the hairy leg.
Do you have a recipe worthy of a tattoo?
We had our annual holiday get-together at our house this last weekend, where something like 25 to 100 people stopped by our little abode to partake in food, drink, and stimulating conversation.
Twenty-five is the more likely number of attendees, but it’s all a matter of perspective, right? A very social, extroverted person may have looked at our gathering and thought, “My, what a charming little party this is.” While a more private, introverted person might have thought, “GAHHH!!!”
Regular readers of this blog know that I lean more toward the latter than the former, so perhaps you’re wondering why I have these parties to begin with? Truth be told, in the days leading up to the events, I wonder it myself. But the fact is, I enjoy them.
I especially enjoy them when they’re over.
Also, I think we introverts have an obligation to society to show how parties should be done. Because from the parties I’ve thrown and the parties I’ve attended, I’ve come to one inescapable conclusion: Introverts throw better parties.
That is because, as with all things, we overthink them.
As I was out and about this last weekend
enjoying enduring the holiday shopping madness, I couldn’t help but notice the variety of winter sleepwear available to women.
The reason I couldn’t help noticing is that Husband has an uncanny knack for parking by entrances leading straight into lingerie departments. It’s like some sort of weird psychic ability of his to know precisely where each store locates their underwear. I guess you could say it’s his superpower.
An amazing, yet completely unhelpful, superpower.
Anyway, I noticed that each article of sleepwear — regardless of its color or size — gave a very clear message. Or at least I thought the message was clear.
Don’t believe me? Here … let me show you: Continue reading “A Guide to Women’s Sleepwear, Winter Edition”
Have you ever been to a Thanksgiving dinner where each guest is supposed to say something they’re thankful for? Don’t you just hate that?
Honestly, it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so darn lame. How many times can you hear “I’m thankful for my family,” or “I’m thankful for good friends,” without wanting to stab yourself with the olive pick?
But then I thought, hey, what if we spiced things up just a little? What if we were thankful for everything? After all, one thing I hear a lot (at least in church) is that we should be thankful in all circumstances.
Which can be a real challenge. Continue reading “Giving Thanks for Our Stories”