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The following designs are available on mugs, bags, and other items of use and decor. See www.cafepress.com/sglass to purchase.  Two designs will be added each week.  Happy shopping!

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Watermelon

“JJ – Watermelon?”  “Yes!”  (do kids like candy?!  of course I want some watermelon!)

Back to finish my conversation, whatever it was.  I glanced around & noticed that my friend was counting….3..4…and holding a small watermelon and a large knife.  The voice of guilt kicked in, perhaps I should tell him that if there’s not enough to go ’round, I’ll pass…I’m nice like that…  The other voice spoke up: let it ride, it was offered and I answered honestly – share in the watermelon.  (I like watermelon – the second voice won)

Suddenly someone was tapping on my shoulder – they’re ready, get your watermelon….and someone else was presenting me with a quarter-melon wedge and pointing where I should stand…

Having graduated college 24 years after I began, I’m rather quick…

What?  Contest??   (yup)   ruh-roh….  I had just agreed to compete against three men to speed-eat a healthy wedge  of watermelon, preferably finishing before the rest.     

I gave it my best shot, honest, as the voices in my head can attest…  (and probably a few cameras)  “don’t mess the shirt” “too dainty, you’re up against men – dive in there!”  “bigger bites”

Of course I lost, then I found a fork & enjoyed the other half of my well-gnawed wedge.  We can now check “watermelon eating contest” off the list of things I haven’t done yet.

Congrats go to the guy from Chicago, who also gets the award for messiest shirt.  Hats off to the guy beside me who followed the 5-second rule even with watermelon, on the ground, several times.  And thanks to the person who stooped down to sign “yes, there’s a winner” so I didn’t keep making an even bigger fool of myself.

Now begins the recruiting for the women’s rep for the 2014 picnic.

Birthday Guilt

Imagine sitting under a large shade tree in the best part of Fall.  Leaves are gently fluttering to the ground, one by one.  Suddenly, a gust of crisp air sweeps many leaves to the ground in a flurry of activity.  A few more leaves settle gently down, and peace is restored, though one more branch is now barren.  Cycle of life, if you’re watching trees through the seasons.

Now, as though in a dream, or perhaps imagine yourself as Alice in Wonderland…  each of those branches is a month, and each leaf a calendar page.  Some pages (leaves) are highlighted to represent a special date for someone you really care about, but each of the leaves will fall in their turn.  Except when many fall all at once.

This has been my experience, nearly always.  Most recently, I remembered a July birthday in February….and again in March… I wouldn’t miss my friend’s birthday this year – after 30+ years and her faithfulness to remember me, I wouldn’t blow it, not this year.  A familiar promise, I’ve made it about 5 years in a row now.  Mid-June, still too soon, but it’s on the radar.  We’ve arrived at mid-July, and of course, I missed it.  A gust of life came along and swept too many calendar pages off their branch in a single shot.

Come October, there will be a package in my mailbox, as always, because my friend never misses my birthday.  Enter the guilt.  I log into Facebook every few days or so, and the collection of comments invariably reminds me that I missed another friend’s birthday, and another.  Today, I have an opportunity to say “Happy Birthday” on the right day, but will our mutual friends with recent birthdays feel I rank them as less?  Increase the guilt.  Well meaning loved ones call me, because they know how my world works, and they remind me there’s an impending birthday… They try, bless them, and yet if they don’t tell me of their own birthdays, I’ll miss those (just did, actually). 

Let’s go back to the image of the tree….  Some will diligently write all they need for each day on its proper ‘leaf’.  Some will climb the tree with the sunrise each morning, grab that leaf and establish their day by its content.  Others, like me, gaze in every direction but up, not seeing the leaves until they are blown past our eyes.  We occasionally look at the colors strewn across the field, only to discover to our chagrin that some of those are birthdays.  We may (or not) follow up with a ‘belated’ card, since the card companies have discovered enough people like me to make a market.

So, my beloved friends, I do care…  I do pray for you, remember you fondly, and will do something special:  I’ll send a card or note on not-your-birthday, when everyone else isn’t doing so 🙂  I may even forget the timing in such a way as to accidentally send a card on your birthday for once – but don’t bet your branch on it.

Stained Glass Store

Yes, there is one…a place for buying hats, mugs, bags, mousepads and pillows with quippy one-liners on a variety of topics (of course).  They started out as bumper stickers, but since I don’t stick anything to my car, we’ll make them available on everything else. Here are some of the designs you’ll find. The store is sorted into the categories of Culture, Faith, Liberty, and Choice.  Check it out:  www.cafepress.com/sglass

NOTE:  Store is still under reconstruction, some designs have not yet been loaded to some products.
Comment if you want a specific design/product combo to become a priority.

dndCoffee
(also available in ‘tea time’ and ‘hot chocolate’)

follow_mug

Poorest

ProofSixPack

Diplomacy


Toys

Diaper

Laundry

ControlWideLicenseLimited

ObligateBalance

Respect1OffendedWide

Fun

VoteWide 18Wide Bling

Choice


Favored

 Check it out:  www.cafepress.com/sglass

Engage!

It was a few months before my graduation, a little over a year ago now.  I had just finished another one of those Mother-Daughter conversations that daughters can recite with astounding accuracy  – it’s practically scripted.  Truth be told, it has been for generations, but some mothers & daughters get an early escape from it.  We didn’t.

“If you were married, I wouldn’t worry so much.” Continue reading Engage!