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I love #FlagDay -- a lot.
It fills me with great pride and joy to see American flags blowing in the breeze ---or woven into dress shirts ---or smartly sported on ties, scarves, handbags, jackets, etc.
I make no apologies for and am quite upfront about being very, very patriotic. I love the military, I love this country, I love 'Murica. (See "About" section of this Blog for additional support on this.)
All that being said -- I'm half Canadian today. To be clear, I have been since May 25th. What's that, eh? You don't know why, hoser?
Unless you live on planet Zeldon in the furthest quandrant of some remote galaxy thousands of light years away, you are aware that the Toronto Raptors defeated the Golden State Warriors last night in Game 6 of the NBA Finals last night.
Allow me to say how badly I feel for Kevin Durant and Klay Thompson (the Warrior I hate the least) for their respective injuries. It's awful that they are both hurting physically and each facing a tough recovery road.
It doesn't mean I suddenly despised the Warriors any less or that I changed my opinion about wanting them to three-peat. I.DID.NOT. Nor will I ever be a fan of GSW, despite their obvious super-human collective talent for playing the game of basketball.
But do I feel sorry for Steph Curry? Yeah, right. Do I suddenly adore Andre Iguodala? Nope. Am I depressed for Draymond Green this fine Flag Day? Aw HEX no. That is a hard, hard no, BT dubs. #StillHateDraymond
Now, if you choose to chastise me for this opinion, that's okay. It's your right in the beautiful democratic society. But if you do, bear in mind how tired I am from staying up late to watch post-game coverage and please yell Kawhi-etly. Had to do it.
Congratulations, Toronto Raptors - the curse is broken! I hope Drake's new song about y'all is downloaded a bazillion and a half times. #WeTheNorth
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It was when Kyle and his other lifeguard buddies were clowning around for a photo a few summers back that I knew for certain.
There they were flexing and shoving each other good-naturedly and acting all teenage boy and what not.
It wasn’t until I inspected the pictures the next day that it hit me. Oh.My.Gosh. My son is my father is my son.
Without so much as a hint of leading the witness, I silently showed Exhibit A to my sister. Her face went whiter than Snow Miser’s. “Right?" I said.
She was like, “Um, that’s the spitting image of Dad all right.”
And so it began...the rebirth of my Father -- in the form of my offspring.
To find out all about how Kyle and Pop are twins --kinda-- check out my column:
My Pop: Reincarnated as My Son
You will find it right here in this space on Father's Day. Catch ya then!
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Teachers all over the country are elated this month. As they will be next month and the one afterward...and a few days into September, too.
That's because for K-12th grade instructors, "SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!" as Alice Cooper always says.
And for all of you Meanie Meanersons hating on teachers for their summers off...here's what: Zip it.
Yeah, I'm gonna take a moment to preach for the teach, so just deal.
They have one of the toughest and most important jobs on the third rock, next to parenting, you dig? Get off their backs about summer and calamity days --- or walk a mile in their shoes.
As in, you think it's hard figuring out your junior high schooler's advanced math problems?
Try making that and about a billion other educational, socio-economic and hormone-fueled challenges your life's work and maybe you'll start getting a TINY CLUE about how rough it really is to be a teacher. #ThankGodForTeachers
Let's face it, collective America, we are typically NOT smarter than a 5th grader.
So, please give them a break as they bask in their well-deserved summer vacations ... or I'll come to your house and rap your knuckles with a ruler, Capisce? #OldSchoolDiscipline #IHadNuns
Also, quick shout out to the kind gal at McDonald's drive-through this morning who gave my hubby his breakfast sandwich even though he'd forgotten his wallet at home. Talk about a terrific lesson in kindness. Thanks, Mickey D's Sweet Pea!
#Love #BeKind #SpreadJoy #Pray #Peace
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There is a surplus of adages, mottoes, and analogies about light.
Being a light in the darkness. Lighting the way. Shining brightly in all you do. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. There are a million of 'em.
I love, embrace, and agree with them all, BT Dubs.
I'm all about the light and don't care for darkness, period.
As in, I want rooms to be filled with light...bright light...not the "natural light" we get 90% of the time in this part of the country. #CloudCoverCentral
I say, I like things bright. Really, really super-duper brilliantly light, a'ight?
Summer's my favorite season (except for Christmas -- the most vivid, dazzling, sparkly time of the year).
Sunrise --and shortly thereafter-- is my favorite time of day.
Sunflowers? Yeah, they're my tops.
Do I even need to mention that my color of choice is yellow??????
And even a light lover such as pk gets a little blue and goes a little dark every now and again. #RoughDay #ItHappens #WereAllHuman
But, no matter how little this light 'o mine is, I'm gonna do like the song (and the good book) says and ... well, you know!
#LetItShine #FindYourLight #Pray #Peace
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It's so sad ... that day.
You know the rotten one of which I speak. That cold, dreary day when you have to look in the mirror and face the truth.
No, not that you have under-eye bags so heavy that they would evoke a surcharge on a flight.
Or that you have more crow's feet than a highway littered with possum parts.
Or that your age spots are multiplying faster than bunnies in springtime.
Clearly, these truths are self-evident, as Honest Abe would say. But I'm talking about another harsh reality: the fact that some of the people in your life may actually not be the heroes or hero-ettes you may have always held them up to be.
It's difficult to admit that certain folk who should have your back always and in all ways are really just snickering about you behind it.
But, let not your heart be troubled because, as with most situations on the third rock, the reverse is also true.
Maybe that person at work you thought was your nemesis will actually reveal himself as your advocate.
Perhaps that family friend you always assumed disliked you is really just refreshingly honest ... and funny as all get out, BT dubs.
And it might just even be that the person you thought -with absolute certainty- was gunning for your defeat by seemingly shoving you out of the way is just walking the mine field ahead of you...so you won't blow yourself to smithereens, yo.
Yes, friends, it hurts when a comrade-in-arms uses 'em to throw an uppercut your way...even more so when it's done while no one else is watching the match.
But there's someone up there with lots more clout who absolutely, unshakably, always, in all ways is on your side -- no matter what.
Hang in there, Peeps, because just like the Big Dude and Nationwide Insurance, I'm on your side, too.
#BelieveInYourself #BeStrong #HaveFaith #Pray #Peace
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I was at my sister’s the other day when she busts out Kranch sauce by Heinz©. I was like, “What in the????”
Come to find out it’s ketchup and ranch dressing mixed into one bottle. Guess they also make MayoMust and MayoCue. You get the gist.
It reminded me of that commercial for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups© from the early 1980s, judging by the bell-bottom jeans and Walkman technology.
You know. Where a man is walking down a city street munching on a candy bar, likely jamming to Culture Club. Simultaneously, a woman (equally enthralled by tunes emanating from her bulky portable cassette player with big, foamy headphones) approaches perpendicularly on a nearby street eating…peanut butter…from the jar…with her fingers.
Natch, they corner collide.
She complains, “Hey, you got chocolate in my peanut butter!” while he whines “You got peanut butter in my chocolate!” If I were him, I’d have worried more about the chick lapping up PB all cave-girl style. Either way.
Naturally, they both try and fall in love with “two great tastes that taste great together” -–and I think we’re supposed to assume each other-- as a wise shop owner hands them Reese’s PB Cups©.
A 1970s version had a little boy sitting on apartment stairs as an old, sorta creepy-looking dude walks down them. He falls into the kid, and blah blah Reese Cups.
P.S. I would NOT be taking candy from the sketchy guy at the end of the commercial if I was that kid. #StrangerDanger Where the heck are his parents? I digress.
Bizarre TV spots aside, some genius originally put these two foodstuffs together; just like some other big brains married:
-Chicken and Waffles --- I wouldn’t have thought of it, but, it works.
-Apples and Caramel – I like to think this may have occurred to me; seems obvi.
-Chocolate and Strawberries – To be fair, chocolate is half of most of the best mixtures on Earth. Very few things DON’T pair well there, just sayin’.
-Rum and Cola – Mixology is real -- but an undervalued science.
-Salmon and Cream Cheese – Did not see this one coming but YUM!
-Pineapples on Ham. Bravo! And then, both of them on top of pizza? Top notch.
Point is, I’m an idea man. What, you never saw the 1982 comedy “Night Shift” starring Henry Winkler and Michael Keaton as NYC morgue attendants? HILARIOUS, BT Dubs.
Anywho, Keaton’s character, is a self—proclaimed “idea man” who carries around a tape recorder to capture his mastermind moments such as suggesting that he and Winkler’s character, run a brothel from the morgue. He explains how he’s full of smart suggestions. One of them is to feed mayonnaise to live tuna fish. You know, to skip a step. “Call Star-Kist®” he tells his recorder.
Maybe I inherited being an idea man?
My two beloved late great Aunts, Louise and Loretta, used to love to put their coffee (not milk) IN their cereal. My Grami put vanilla ice cream in HER cup ‘o Joe; clearly an inventor ahead of her day. #IcedCoffeOrigins How I miss them.
Putting some of my fave flavors together might work. Why not make cantaloupe-flavored K-Cups or pretzels covered in orange fondant? And, why limit it to food?
How’s about a free hotel stay and a tranquilizer for Moms leaving kids at colleges or an immediate liposuction procedure as part of your Fettuccini Alfredo dinner?
Or, perhaps, a nap for a sleep-deprived columnist?
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist with visions of water cracker plumbs dancing through her head. Send her weird combo ideas: email@example.com
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Sometimes you have to look super-duper hard to find a little hope in the world.
And sometimes, you just need to glance up the road a piece. Wink.
Because that's where you just might find three little nine-year-old girls hosting a bake sale.
That also boasts handmade bracelets. (Their wee hands.)
And intricately-painted seashells. (Their flare.)
Did I mention the cookies are homemade biscotti? (Okay, their Moms may have helped a little on that one.)
Either way it might be that these three little angels (who all just recently made their First Communion) are operating a little Italian/American pop-up business, Capisce?
Ella Economos, Alessandra Renn, and Lyla Day are not only cuter than the dickens, but they've also restored my faith in mankind. And womankind. And childkind. And more, importantly, plain old KIND.
'Cause here's the moral of the story: this same trio of mini-moguls (they are all little future supermodels, too, BT Dubs) is more than just a super-spirited entrepreneurial female power-house in the making...they are cherubs who are just as beautiful inside as out.
You see, Ella, Ali, and Lyla have undertaken this little job (for the second consecutive year; check out the last photo from 2018) to raise money for people in need.
Insert swollen heart and watery eyes here.
Out of the mouths, hands, and hearts of babes stems joy, benevolence, compassion, and empathy well beyond their combined chronology here on the third rock from the sun.
I am not only inspired by these sweet little honey girls, I am renewed in my hope for the future...which has been wearing dangerously thin for the past several months or so.
Thank God, literally, that the future looks not only bright; but full of humanity, kindness, and love, too.
Here's to you, Ella, Ali, and Lyla --- keep right on leading the way ... with your hearts. #Compassion #Kindness #Love #Gratitude #Giving #Pray #Peace
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The thing about having a friend since early childhood is --- she knows where all your bodies are buried.
In fact, she likely helped you dig most of the holes…and cover them back up, you know what I’m sayin’?
It’s that way with my friend Shelly. I can still remember the day we met, aged five. [Insert imaginary squiggly-line time warp effect here.]
For reasons neither of us remembers, she was a few days late to Kindergarten orientation, so our teacher asked for a volunteer to be her buddy.
I scanned her sweet face, with her big brown eyes and long brown hair. As my little noggin processed that we looked similar and both had surnames ending in vowels, I wondered if we were related somehow? We would be, eventually. I digress.
She seemed so fancy with her big red hair bow that I began campaigning to be her friend escort; the teacher relented, “All right, Patty. You do the honors.”
I was so excited. “I stuck out my little tiny hand and said, “Hi, I’m Patty. Wanna be my friend?”
She looked at me for a second then shrugged her petite shoulders, saying, “Okay.”
In my typical, super-enthused perception of reality, I imagined she was just as over-the-moon as I that divine intervention triggered this veritable Kindergarten miracle. In actuality, I think she was just biding her time until the snacks surfaced. Either way.
Little did she know that with that teeny-weeny handshake BAM! I had her locked in. She was gonna be my pal for all time.
Now, I don’t mean to brag about my forecasting prowess but that WAS 46 years ago, you do the math. Shelly and I are old, we still count by abacus. More digression.
This girl and I have seen each other through the best and worst of times in the decades we’ve been “Thelma and Louise”ing our way through life.
From our days as St. Matthias Elementary School students (where we walked because we didn’t live far enough away to ride the bus and when we both got in trouble for talking on the first day of first grade --to each other, natch) … to our High School years at Woodrow Wilson (to which we walked because we didn’t live far enough away to ride the bus---dang bus kids!)…
To people watching from the concourse-facing windows of the former Hasty House restaurant in the Southern Park Mall to roller-skating parties to double dating during the college years…
To each standing up for each other at our weddings to living within blocks of one another as young marrieds (as we did as kids)…
To offering each other support and comfort as we struggled through the early years of being Moms….and the teenage years of being Moms…and, wait, we are still struggling.
Hmm. This one may have no expiration date. I digress thrice.
To parties to endless phone conversations including talking each other through the agony of Princess Diana’s funeral while watching it together to laughing hysterically about nothing in particular to 1:1 coffee and movie dates …and every old thing in between.
The point is, after a while you cease being friends…and become something so much more; you are family.
So, happy birthday to this sista from anotha mista ‘o mine. I got your back…even if it means moving around a skeleton or two.
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist whose pal Michelle had NO IDEA what she was getting into in 1973. See why Shelly should have run away back in the day at www.patriciakimerer.com
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One of these days, it's not going to be one of those days. Know what I mean?
I swear, Daniel Powter's biggest hit (or, his only one?) seems to be my life's theme song lately. #SoYouHadABadDay
I feel like my peeps and I have been having a bit of a rough go in 2019 thus far. #HowManyDaysTil2020?
The thing of it is, is: we can only do this life deal one day at a time. And eventually, a good day's bound to surface.Even in 2019, Capisce? Law of averages and all. #HangInThere
Either way, we can do this; we got this. I'm certain of it. Know why?
'Cause someone who can handle literally EVERYTHING, yeah, He's got us.
I trust Him and you can, too. Shoot, folks with bigger probs than ours have been doing it for eons. #Pray
Besides, we all in this together, yo. And there are, after all, seven months left in this crummy year. Could just turn around sometime soon.
It's gonna be all right. One of these days, we're going to look up and the sun will be shining again. For real, though.
#Believe #HaveFaith #Peace #Pray
Lk 1: And Mary said: "My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant. From this day all generations will call me blessed: the Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is his Name. He has mercy on those who fear him in every generation. He has shown the strength of his arm, he has scattered the proud in their conceit. He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent away empty. He has come to the help of his servant Israel for he has remembered his promise of mercy, the promise he made to our fathers, to Abraham and his children for ever."
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Have you ever unwittingly put away dirty dishes? Don't lie. Yes, you have.
We all have...just hopefully by accident. Otherwise, ewwwwwwww. Shudder.
Of course, you are particularly susceptible when doing someone the kindness of assuming this task for them, either at their home or in a public place. You know how it goes: you're trying to do your part by unloading the dishwasher and somehow, chaos ensues. Sigh.
Maybe you're the first one up or into the office. Maybe it's on your chore list and someone's giving you an allowance to do that and a few other assorted duties around the casa. Maybe the humans with whom you cohabitate are allergic to the machine that (miraculously!) sanitizes the dishes.
Oh, is that just in my house? Wink.
Either way, every now and again, into each life a little rain must fall. And into each cupboard an errant dirty mug stands tall. Blech.
So, there you are, racking your brain trying to remember exactly what you removed from the belly of the beast and mistakenly set on a shelf as filthy as the second it was loaded.
If you're like me, you wind up removing about 3/4 of what's in the cupboard and about half of what's in any nearby drawer, plus whatever's in that extra oven cubbyhole thingy, too, just to be on the safe side.
Usually takes about 3 loads total. More sighing.
But here's the rub: there are very few blunder blips here on the third rock that are irrecoverable as long as: you're sorry, you do your best to make amends, and you try like the dickens not to do it again.
Oversights and honest mix-ups happen every day here on earth. Less than forthright ones, too, sometimes since we all human and what not. Shoot, there was an entire U.S. Presidency that became synonymous with the phrase "Mistakes were made" -- in fact, MOST U.S. Presidencies could probably hang their hat on that moniker. I digress.
Apologize when you should; forgive as good as you get; and don't beat yourself up ... too much, for too long. Unless you deserve it; only you and the Big Guy know for sure, Capisce? But He's pretty understanding, yo.
#Believe #Pray #Peace