Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkcpa.com/consultants/nicholas-r-odille/ Mt 13: The seed is the word of God, Christ is the sower. All who come to him will live forever.
I can hear him now. Clear as a bell.
He always said it twice, con mucho gusto in the second iteration--for emphasis, natch.
“I hate to wait. I HATE to wait,” Pop always lamented in a long line or between extended pauses of meal courses at restaurants.
He was really just voicing a basic human irritant. Let’s face it, the earthlings are not the most patient creatures on the third rock, I’m afraid.
Look, if you don’t immediately agree, I’m moving on, you dig?
Now where was I? Oh right; patience. Indeed, while it is virtuous, it is not the most common characteristic amongst the homo sapien sort.
Sure, we try to delude ourselves into betraying our natural detestation of delays. The sunnier set, in fact, has tried to strategically spin the situation. They’ve even come up with about 57 billion trite axioms supposedly supporting a love of cooling our jets. Or is it our heels?
Either way, we’re stretching sincerity with sappy, sham sayings, such as:
-Good things come to those who wait. Now, whoever said this CLEARLY never ordered disposable gloves online. I mean, I put those in my cart WAY before the ink was dry on STAY-AT-HOME orders. I’m talking the day after St. Paddy’s, a’ight? Guess when they finally arrived? Um, yesterday. Which would be okay if this adage was true; which it ain’t. I expected fairly substantial scrubbers; ones that could at least handle a light batch of breakfast dishes. Not only could they not clean a French toast pan but they couldn’t even get the pulp out of the juice glasses. There they were. all shredded and falling out of a dented, ripped-and-taped-up cardboard box. Oh not to mention, but in my whiny state I will, that they were as flimsy as Carol Baskin’s story about not feeding hubby #2 to her big cats for lunch.
-Rome wasn’t built in a day. Well, duh. Only the Big Guy can pull maneuvers like that one. You remember, the whole...”Let there be light...and evening and morning were the first day…” and all. So, of course some things are time-consuming, especially the biggies. And if it means getting a trip to the city of my dreams somehow, I can scrimp, save and “hold my horses.” But the same can’t be said for eight soggy tacos that took almost THREE HOURS to be “quickly” doorstep dumped, okay? Or two grocery bags peppered with stuff I DID NOT ORDER –and which I had to request three DAYS prior to their inept arrival. Did I mention the $10 delivery fee?
-Anything worth having is worth waiting for. I sorta feel like the original utterer of this one ripped off the “Rome” guy. The sentiment’s similar but suggests not settling. Hmm. I guess that’s a twirl I’m willing to take in this particular spin. Well, for instance, look at Christmas. We wait all year for that marvelous, magical day. And it really is worth all the lost sleep to shop and bake and cook and address cards and deck the, er, everything in sight, --and it’s even worth the waiting— to get to the best holiday ever.
Listen, I love Christmas – to the point that I’m monitoring Hallmark Channel celebration’s “Christmas in July” 24/7. Let’s just say my DVR is fuller than Santa’s cookie-filled belly in the wee morning hours of Dec. 26, capisce?
What? I hate to wait for Christmas. I HATE to wait for Christmas.
Kimerer is an impatient Christmas fanatic who’s making Pop proud. Don’t wait to check out her blog www.patriciakimerer.com
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkcpa.com/consultants/nicholas-r-odille/ Mk 1:15 The Kingdom of God is at hand: repent and believe in the Gospel.
I think I'm a little like John Denver.
No, I can't sing.
Uh, I'm not an Army brat and didn't move around a lot as a kid.
And, sure, I don't have an Emmy. Yet.
But I DO share JD's love of the star we keep circling. To quote the man, "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy." But like, VERY, VERY happy. What can I say? I've got that Italian complexion, capisce?
Now, I know that not everyone loves sunshine as much as I do. I mean, I guess that's their right, right? #IDontGetIt
I understand that some people find the current climate too hot and sunny. Um, when I say I understand, what I mean is, I think they are aliens from the planet Hoth.
You know, Hoth: that ice ball in "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back" where Han Solo has to gut a kangaroo/abominable-snow-monster-looking thing to keep Luke from dying of hypothermia? Yeah, that Hoth. Ironic that it's only one letter off from hot, no? That George Lucas sure is clever. I digress.
Sure, for some, heat and humidity are unpleasant. Then again, I ain't one of the some.
Because if there's ANYTHING you can count on in this world other than the Big Guy is real, my kid is my life, and you better pay your taxes or else, it's this: YOU WILL NEVER HEAR PATTY KIMERER COMPLAIN THAT IT IS TOO HOT OR TOO SUNNY. Ever.
Especially during a dark time of epic crisis and pandemonium, know what I'm sayin'? Right now, sunshine is as vital to my psyche as the love of my family and friends...or coffee itself! And I refuse to complain about the blessings of warm, well-lit days. Period.
Besides, you'll catch me doing plenty o' griping and whining during those nine months of winter we get in these here parts, you feel me?
Look for the joy, y'all. Coincidentally, it's in everything sunny and bright, a'ight?
#MakeYourselfHappy #FindYourJoy #BlessingsAreAllAround #HaveFaith #Pray #Peace
pon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkcpa.com/consultants/nicholas-r-odille/ Ps 145: I will praise your name for ever, my king and my God.
It's funny really, the wide variety of meanings a single word can convey.
For instance, take the word curfew.
Now, for parents, this is a word that ensures healthy guidelines, necessary structure, and some modicum of safety. It's generally considered positive. To teenagers it's a prison sentence imposed by control-freak torturers determined to ruin their lives --- and is generally considered evil.
And speaking of the fore-mentioned "freaks", what about the word control itself? Let's consider that one real quick.
To a great many, "control" suggests regulated management, carefully-planned organization, or emotional restraint. They think of it as, you know, a good thing.
To others, "control" conjures images of dictators, tyrants, or monarchs imposing their selfish wills upon certain defenseless subjects. And they, of course, find it to be ruthless and inherently wrong, duh.
Or, well, maybe that's just the teenagers' perspective again? Hmm … either way; one word and several potential -often conflicting-- definitions, no?
And it's not just a generational or familial matter.
According to the Speak English institute, the following are among the most commonly used words with wide-ranging meanings; ones that the humans who communicate in English (or who are trying to learn how?) often misconstrue at first blush. SE explains them as such ---with a PK take following each, FYI:
Current: Used as a noun 'current' refers to a flow of water or electricity. Used as an adjective, it describes something modern, trendy or happening now. I'm not gonna lie, I tend to think of the word first and foremost in terms of wassup in da world, you dig?
Bark: The verb 'to bark' is the sound a dog makes: The noun 'bark' refers to a tree covering. My mind and heart leap to Fido, yo. Listen, I agree that I shall never see a thing so lovely as a tree…except for a canine, a'ight? Fellow dog people, bark, er, back me up here!
Tie: This noun usually refers to an item of clothing worn around one's neck with a shirt and often, a suit. The verb asserts the action of joining two things together by a knot or band. How about if I go with neither of these as my first impulse? I always think of it in terms of two number ones or shared second places, you feel me? In other words, my initial feeling on the word leaps to a stalemate, which makes this definition, in and of itself, a tie. I mean, a draw. Aw shoot, you know what I mean!
As for this weekend's focus on independence, I realize that word means a whole heap 'o different stuff to folks, especially in the CURRENT climate.
But, whether you're a toddler seeking to walk without being forced to hold someone's hand; a teen wanting to drive to the store alone for the first time; or a recent graduate looking to live in a dorm or apartment away from home FINALLY --- there's one thing we can all agree on as it relates to true independence:
The Americans who fought like the dickens to establish our freedom deserve our thanks…on the Fourth (or 3rd or 5th!) of July and always. So let's get together, love and respect one another, and be the one nation under God our founders envisioned - and that I know, deep in my patriotic ticker, we are, Capisce?
Kimerer is a blogger/columnist who just wants her fellow citizens to be safe, healthy, and nice. And oh yeah, to love America as much as she does! Check out her red, white and blog stuff at www.patriciakimerer.com
#IndependenceDay #GodBlessAmerica #Pray #Peace
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkcpa.com/consultants/nicholas-r-odille/ Ps 85: The Lord speaks of peace to his people.
A long, long time ago, a lot of very strong-willed people fought the good fight.
They walked away from the only lives they knew (and when I say walked, I mean traveled treacherous, often unknown and quite hazardous terrain) to find better ones for themselves, their families, and their families' families.
Well, families; families: It's time for us to pause and reflect on those brave, stubborn first Americans ... and to thank them.
I mean, if not for their desire for freedom, we sure as heck wouldn't have any today, Capisce?
And yes, we're in a bit of a rough patch as a nation just now...
But like those hard-headed first colonists, we are going to find a way to all live together in peace and harmony in our land. It is still, after all,. one nation, under God, indivisible --and filled with liberty and justice for all.
Enjoy your Independence Day, everyone. Today and every day, I wish my fellow Americans all the love, health, and happiness in the word; especially our little portion of it.
God bless America, y'all! On July 4, 2020 and ALWAYS, the land --and people-- I love.
#Happy4thofJuly #IndependenceDay #GodBlessAmerica #Pray #Peace
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Ps. 89: Forever I will sing the goodness of the Lord
It worked for Zorro.
It works for all those singers on that oddly popular FOX-TV music show.
It’s the highlight of many a themed ball, not to mention being a requirement for Mardi Gras, Carnivale, and of course, my least favorite “holiday” – Halloween. Don’t get me started on why that is so NOT a legit holiday. I digress.
Motion pictures, classic television series, and even Broadway plays have been founded upon characters sporting a wide consignment of various makes and models of ‘em.
Also, y’all, it’s been a staple for like, 82% of all the major superheroes in the history of um, comic book superhero-dom – oh, and clearly for almost 100% of the villains they repeatedly fight
Hey, what’s up with that, by the by? I mean, if Batman is really all that, why is the Joker not serving 847 back-to-back life sentences in the Gotham clink for the criminally creepy, huh? Oops, I pulled a Britney and did it again. Either way.
Look, masks are not just for lawbreakers or parties or even those who can outrun speeding bullets. After all, today’s face-coverings ain’t your Grandad’s veneer, a’ight? So, I beg the question: when did masks become Public Enemy #1? Sheesh; they’re just little pieces of colored cloth trying to achieve a noble task in a world gone cocoa loco, yo. Why are masks suddenly the Charlie Browns of the accessory world, for Pete’s sake? It’s a world full of Lucy Van Pelts, I’m afraid.
For all you haters out there, let me just offer a different approach. Why not think of all the BENEFITS wearing a mask offers? Sure, they make for a toasty church service and occasionally fog up your lenses. But there ARE some distinct “pros” to masketeering, such as:
-You don’t have to brush teeth! I mean, ew and all but hey, if you’re in a hurry; now it can wait?
-You can skip wearing your retainer --or you can sneak in a stick of chewing gum (for those with braces who ought not be doing that). Nobody will even know! Well, your orthodontist will, eventually. And your Mother will know; she can always tell when you’re fibbing – even when you’re incognito, yo.
-You can run out without your dentures in all your glorious gummy glory!
-It makes mumbling under your breath at people much less noticeable. Not that I would ever condone such an act, natch.
Still not convinced? Even after you got your special-order dolphin-bedazzled beauty from Amazon, finally? Well, consider this – toss some sunglasses and a non-identifiable ball cap on and now you’re completely on the lamb, see? Just think:
-The paparazzi won’t find you; you can walk amongst the common folk unnoticed!
-You can buy trans-fat-filled foodstuffs in peace and without judgement or fear of reprisal! Consider the donuts and cookies and pastries – oh my!
-Makeup freedom; woot woot!
-You can hide from your two quarreling besties … or your high school boyfriend who shops at the same market … or your old boss. Ahhhh, nice.
-You can customize the exterior and get that pouty-lipped Lisa Rinna look you’ve been wanting to test, without having to actually inject poison into your face!
-Laugh lines? Ha!
Oh, and let’s not forget the best of all the reasons to slap that puppy over your nose and mouth --- um, saving yourself and the other earthlings from getting sick, okay? Put on the flippity flopping mask already, Capsice?
Kimerer is a blogger/columnist who’s still smiling these days; you just can’t see it under her cute sunflower mask!
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Mt 8:17 Christ took away our infirmities and bore our diseases.
I keep hearing it.
From variety show hosts to local broadcasters to radio DJs to friends, family members, and neighbors ... the comment (or a version thereof) keeps popping up from both likely and unlikely sources. Some credible, some, eh.
I speak, of course, of the practice of referring to the quarantine and/or the pandemic itself, in the past tense.
Um, hello? Are you still a human with even marginal access to ANY form of communication...er, anywhere on uh, any form of media?
Because, and I mean this in the most gentle and least panic-inducing way but this whole dealio? NOT OVER, PEOPLE!
We still in the thick of it, yo. And NOT the second wave; this is still the first go-round, you dig?
Look, you don't have to rush back out and buy 8,437 rolls of TP or 922 bottles of hand sanitizer. Just keep on keepin' on, a'ight?
Six feet apart. Minimal travel. No groups of more than a handful. Wash your hands. Use your head. Follow state and government guidelines for steps to minimize risk. If you're in a particularly hazardous group, take extra precautions.
Calmly go about your everyday life, just while adhering STANDARD PANDEMIC PRACTICES. That's it. No one is trying to take away your mobility, voice, or independence. Honest. For reals.
The sun's still shining. It's still summer. Fireflies are still firin' and flyin'. We're still moving forward professionally and personally ... just with a heightened awareness that the curve is clearly not flat, okay? Okay. Enough said.
Oh, except for this parting thought, if I may? WEAR YOUR FLIPPITY FLIPPING MASK, Capsice?
#StayStrong #TogetherApart #FollowTheRules #Pray #Peace
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Ps 69 Lord, in your great love, answer me.
I don’t know anyone who thinks 2020 is a banner year.
In fact, it’s one for the books … the horror genre, that is.
And though it might seem paltry in comparison with current world and national events --- lots of humans are also dealing with regular, run-of-the-mill, everyday heartbreak here in this crummy old year.
For instance, the world’s most fabulous, giving, kind, loving, and beautiful lady (not to mention best Mom ever) celebrated her birthday two days ago. That’s not the sad part, yo. It’s just that, for the first time in nearly six decades, she did so without the love of her life.
On top of it, poor Ma had to be separated from some of her offspring and theirs (some had to work, others were exposed to you-know-what recently). I’m hoping the rest of us brought her a smile or two on her big day.
Thank goodness for grandchildren. And grand-puppies, right Ma? At least there were a few roses --and some buttercream icing. #LoveYouMom
More sighing. And frankly, a hefty amount of tears.
As for today, what can I tell ya? I’ve had a huge party already…the self-pity sort.
To say that I am reeling on this first Father’s Day without my Pop is wildly understating the open, gaping hole in my ticker, a’ight? My heart is more shambles than China’s tourism ad campaign. #IMissMyDaddy
I could easily jump straight down the rabbit hole --- and cry a deep, deep moat around my house.
Tons more sighs. If 2020 was a menu item at McDonald’s, it would automatically come super sighs-ed, Capisce?
Then again, I can just hear Pop saying, “You wanna cry? I’ll give you something to cry about…” And the thought of those words, actually makes me laugh.
Pop did that a lot; made me laugh.
In fact, to honor him, I’d like to take a stab at some life observations I believe he’d be making if he wasn’t so busy making risotto for Luciano Pavarotti in heaven just now.
-About the run on random daily essentials: Who in the Purell needs all that toilet paper? READ: For the record, this is the replacement for another word Pop used a lot that rhymes with “Purell” but refers to um, a really, really hot place. FYI.
-About social distancing: Why in the Purell do you want to go out right now? You should be cooking dinner for your family every night, anyway. And you should never eat after someone else, ham it! NOTE: “Ham” is a sub for another rhyming word Pop used often – think beaver house, ‘kay?
-About the potential meat and veggie shortages: Why in the Purell do you want to eat all that red meat, anyway? It will kill you; especially the way most people eat it in America, raw like Barbarians. (Pop liked his steak or burger burnt on the rare occasions he ate them.) Why in the Purell don’t you just eat from your garden instead? What in the Purell do you mean you don’t have a garden?
-On the unrest in the country: What in the Purell is wrong with people? Everybody’s the same; nobody’s better, nobody’s worse. That’s the whole idea of America; we’re all equals, so start acting like it, ham it!
I couldn’t agree more; be kind to the other mortals – all of them, all the time. Especially the ones who brought you into the world---they deserve it most of all. Happy Birthday, Mom and Happy Father’s Day, Pop—with all my love always, Pats.
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Mt. 11: "Come to me, all you who labor & are burdened & I will give you rest..."
Everyone knows today is Juneteenth. And if they don't know; they should.
Juneteenth is an important day in these United States because it marks the emancipation of remaining enslaved African-Americans in the Confederacy on June 19, 1865. It should be celebrated; it matters, period. Respect it, honor it. #Juneteenth
Here's the thing: every earthling on the third rock should be respecting and honoring every other earthling on the third rock. EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
Why is this concept so hard to understand, people? Treat one another well; be kind; love. This is the simplest task and the most important thing a homosapien can do. Duh.
It's why we're here; to love one another. It's what the Big Guy taught us, first and foremost. Shoot, He sent his only Son and the Holy Spirit down to help us remember - to save us from ourselves. Step up, y'all.
I know that I, for one, can attribute having learned this all-important lesson from my parents way back in the day, Capisce? They gave my siblings and me the gift of Catholic Christian faith; a concept built on, you guessed it, LOVE.
And speaking of my folks and love...June 19 is one very special day in my own family for another extremely important reason: it's my Mom's birthday.
This beautiful, selfless, super smart, funny, compassionate, and giving woman: my Mother is literally the personification of LOVE.
You've no idea how fortunate I feel that I have this incredible reflection of God's love; this absolutely empathetic being; this pure, wonderful soul as my role model. What she's given me, I could never even begin to truly express ... or think of trying to repay. All I can do is try to live up to her amazing example.
So, please join me in wishing my Ma Arleen a very happy birthday; so bittersweet this year without Pop. But I know he's watching over her today...and always. #MissYouPop
Happy Birthday, Momma! I love you more than words could ever say. #HugYourMom #BeKind #LoveOneAnother #Pray #Peace
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Ps 119: A lamp to my feet is your word, a light to my path.
I really don’t remember a lot about what I was doing on June 15, 2019.
I know it was only 12 months ago, but at this point, it might as well have been 12 decades ago, am I right? I am wracking my brain trying to remember what a typical day was like last June.
As I recall, it was a rather hot month ... which is my favorite kind.
It was also a crazy time, methinks. If memory serves properly, people were acting in mad fashion.
It was wild everywhere I went. I’d see them frolicking openly on beaches, at swim clubs, and in parks (and in groups, no less!). They were haphazardly hugging at will, going to the market sans scuba masks, and generally passing by one another in malls, on sidewalks, and even along hike/bike pathways.
A mere 12 months ago, most humans were clumsily conducting themselves. They were going to movies...like in theaters...even when other homosapiens were already gathered therein. They didn’t seem to mind the random people seated inside, you know, all hanging around leisurely in couples or by triplet or more, calmly breathing in and out, sharing buckets of popcorn, literally rubbing elbows and what not.
What about those mad cappers sitting within inches of each other in casinos; or the zealots out there dancing and hopping together in unison in concert halls --or the kooks occasionally brushing up against one another in food courts, cafeterias and the like?
The most daring of them were Uber-ing regularly—some to crowded restaurants or bars, oh my! There were young bloods indefensibly bunking in bunches at dorms; and older people who should’ve known better who checked into over-booked hotels on vacations.
People were pretty much just publicly prancing about; it was cavorting chaos, basically.
Oh, wait - hmm; no, no – that’s backward, isn’t it? It’s today that’s all scary and sad and seriously strange.
Isn’t it bizarre how, when we catch glimpses of people in movies or on TV shows that were recorded pre-pandemic --and they’re doing the things we once considered commonplace– we find ourselves wanting to call the U.S. Surgeon General on them?
“Girl, stop consoling your heartbroken, just-dumped gal pal with your arms! FaceTime her your feels like a normal person; why don’t you just walk a high-wire without a net? What are you some kind of adrenalin junkie?!”
Man, where’s Doc Brown’s ding dang DeLorean time machine when you really need it?
If I COULD go back to 6.15.19, here’s what I’d tell my year-younger self:
1. Hug your family and friends for hours on end. Every day. Until the day after New Year’s. Then, maybe start fist-bumping.
2. Buy the extra super-duper jumbo humongous big-time XXXXXL rolls of toilet paper...by the pallet...for about a month.
3. Stock up on Lysol wipes. And Purell. And canned chicken…and tuna…and beans…and soups. Get a bunch of packets of dry yeast and about 87 crates of dry pasta. Eh, get some more TP while you’re at it. Oh, and do it all at your locally-owned supermarket.
4. Buy stock in Amazon. Oh, I have it? BUY MORE.
5. Skip the chain restaurants. Period. Patronize only local eateries, wineries, and sandwich/ice cream shops for now.
6. Go to the gym. Every day. Twice. And don’t renew your membership just yet.
Here’s hoping 6.15.21 looks a heckuva a lot more like 6.15.19 than today, Capisce?
Kimerer is a columnist and blogger who just wants to smile at people freely again. Send her electronic grins at www.patriciakimerer.com
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://hbkswealth.com/staff/anthony-j-scrocco/ Ps 25: Teach me your paths, my God, and guide me in your truth.
It's no secret we're in tough times, Peeps.
The virus. The hatred. The injustice. The propaganda from so many groups driving their own agendas.
It's enough to make a human cry. Guilty, yo.
But the thing of it is, is: as long as there's even one of us left out here who believes in the power of love conquering all, it can.
I'm that one, y'all -- and I know for a fact I'm not alone. #LoveIsGreaterThanHate
Remember that amazing Alan Jackson song "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?" It was written in response to the devastation wrought by the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. My favorite line is:
"... I know Jesus and I talk to God and I remember this from when I was young: Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us -- and the greatest is love." Dang straight.
Here's what: love is the most basic of all the feels. It's a rare earth-dweller who is completely devoid of it.
I mean, Dean Martin had a really good point: Everybody loves somebody sometime. Think about that. There's at least one other being on this rock (human, canine, feline, reptilian, whatevs) you love, right? Of course there is.
All I'm asking is for us to draw on that love. Focus on it and the joy it brings you. Picture your significant other or your precious child or your adorable fur baby right now.
Aren't they just the most wonderfulest, super awesome blessing ya ever did see? Of course they are; that's why they make you feel all gloopy and smiley inside. That.Is.Love. And it's quite infectious.
Don't hold onto it; spread it around, a'ight? Before you know it, LOVE will be the contagion sweeping the nation and the world. And that's one bug we all want to catch, Capisce? #Love #Equality #Justice #Hope #Pray #Peace