Yesterday I met up with blogging friend Roxane Salonen, who is here in Texas all the way from North Dakota to attend the National Federation of Press Women where she’ll be receiving some well-earned awards. We talked about writing and family over catfish and onion rings, and she is actually as sweet as she seems on her blog. Some of the expressions she used brought back memories from when I lived in Bismarck, and I was reminded that the year my family and I spent there was what first ignited my lifelong fascination with linguistics. It was so strange for me as a Texan to hear people use “for” in front of adjectives (e.g. “That’s for cool!”), and nobody ever said they were “fixin’ to” do anything.
Anyway, I always love meeting blogging friends in real life, and this time was no exception!
Roxane had her camera with her, and I’m a little concerned about the picture we took together since she said she’ll probably post it on her blog. I was wearing this bright yellow knit shirt that has been responsible for some of the most unfathomably unflattering pictures of me taken in recent memory. I bought it at Target because I thought it was bright and cheery, and seems fine when I see myself in the mirror, but whenever I see it in pictures the look is less “sunny suburban chic” and more “Big Bird in drag.” Luckily Roxane is so pretty that it should distract from the looming yellow blimp effect that the shirt always seems to evoke in pictures.
UPDATE: Roxane posted the picture on her other blog here. Man, that shirt is really very YELLOW. Also, since I’m six feet tall I took my shoes off so I didn’t look like a big ogre, and I briefly considered asking the nice waitress not to take a full-length photo seeing as how I was barefoot. In retrospect, that would have been a good idea.
Back in 1999 I was stunned when I heard that uber-popular rapper Mason Betha, better known as Ma$e, was retiring from the rap world at the height of his fame, supposedly to be a better Christian. I was an atheist at the time, and I was shocked and perplexed; he had it all in terms of worldly status and riches, and I could not imagine what would motivate him to walk away from it. I remember trying to figure out what his real reason must be and speculating that this supposed “devotion to God” wouldn’t last. I made a mental note to check up on him in a couple years and see if he’d sold out and forgotten about all the silly God stuff.
Just last week I finally remembered to follow up and see what he ended up doing, ten years after my original cynical speculation. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he’s a minister and still on fire for God.
The other day I decided to serve dinner in our wedding china (that decision being made more by a lack of clean dishes than by classiness on my part), and I was surprised at what a difference it made:
- 13-Bean Soup: Get a bag of beans for 13-Bean Soup and cook them according to the directions on the back. Serve the soup topped with cheese or sour cream. Then drain the leftover soup and store the beans in the fridge or freezer.
- Chili with Beans: Get a Wick Fowler chili spice kit (my Texan relatives insist that it MUST be Wick Fowler) and make the super-easy chili according to the directions on the package. Add in the leftover beans from the soup for tons of extra volume and flavor. It’s cheap, easy and delicious!
I, umm, had something else for these two takes but then, just before publishing, realized that today is September 11th, so I decided to save them until next week when it’s not a national day of mourning. They cover a topic that is as perplexing as it is horrific, a phenomenon that you may not be aware of but will leave you seriously considering withdrawing from the world to live in a cave, and will probably be one of those moments where you never see the world the same way again. Since I don’t want to distract from the memory of 9/11 today, I’ll post it next week.
I hope you all have a restful and lovely weekend!
I look forward to reading your posts!
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