Each of you who recently received sparkly, expensive diamonds that compelled you to say “YES!!!” might want to rethink your decision to accept that particular rock. I, too, grew up under the delusion that diamonds were a symbol of love’s strength — a solid foundation upon which eternal love can be built.
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Thanks to the heart-shaped cardboard displays tripping us during our shopping excursions, Valentine’s Day is often considered a romantic holiday. But there is more to love than romance. I know, because I am married. And I have been for the millions of years it has taken us to mark our thirteenth anniversary.
In addition to columns and articles, I like to write books. Drafting a 100- to 200-page or longer manuscript is a challenge. Editing the draft is another tedious hurdle. Updating the manuscript with all of the edits, if you edit a hard copy like I do, is labor intensive.
One of the most frustrating chores of the technological age is upgrading cellular phones and service. I put it off for months past the viability of our phones just to keep my blood pressure down and my bank account intact. But alas, there comes that day when the device that has been obsolete for the past six months can no longer be salvaged.
The teams are selected. Well, that is assuming by the time you read this, the Patriots have not been eliminated due to lack of inflation or lackflation, if you will. Regardless of how the lackflation scandal pans out — I simply refuse to use “Deflatriots,” as it is a team-specific slur and I prefer to create a word that can be interchangeably used to put down any team that fails to pump its balls appropriately — I am quite certain two professional football teams will play a game on Feb. 1.
The bank, city hall, a pharmacy, a florist and a quick stop at the grocery store for Mom’s white wheat flour were on my errand list. It was 10:15 a.m. when I pulled out of my driveway. I expected to be back home before 11.
That I can click a print icon on my laptop while sitting in the sunroom and then hear my printer, situated in my office upstairs, wake up and print a document, is impressive. Wireless connectivity is a modern convenience those addicted to tech gadgets have come to rely upon for work and entertainment.
The debate rages on as some folks have already disassembled their tree and packed away ornaments. Others continue to enjoy their decorations, citing that Christmas began on December 25 and continues for at least 12 days.
Last call for 2014. If there was something you wanted to accomplish, somewhere you wanted to go, something you wanted to say or someone you wanted to see during the past 12 months, the time to do so is running short.
You can buy 12 for just under a dollar. If you want fancy flavors, colorful stripes and brand names, you might spend two dollars for a dozen. Their relatively inexpensive cost makes candy canes a popular holiday purchase.
This year’s box overflowed into a bag. Two bags, actually. After a flurry of wrapping and tagging, during which my dining room was temporarily transformed into a Santa’s workshop satellite office, the box and bags were filled to capacity. That’s the kind of day that puts me in the holiday spirit.
Sipping a little too much eggnog, lately? Sampling more cookies and pastries than usual? Licking chocolate-covered beaters regularly?
Some friends recently bought a house and moved. They shared their good fortune on Facebook. One of the pictures showed a rooster in the kitchen, I suppose it was ceramic, left behind by the former owners. My immediate reaction was, “good luck.” Then I found out they ditched the gaudy statue and replaced it with a pig.
It takes a lot of legwork and focus to hunt down big game. But the holidays are approaching and my family deserves the biggest, most tender, juiciest entrée my abilities can provide. After decades of practice, I have become quite adept at the hunt, especially for a turkey.
My cousin’s wife already has two Christmas trees up and decorated. She also began stringing outdoor lights along the railing on their deck. Her personalized photo Christmas cards arrived in a package weeks ago. She will have them tucked into addressed and stamped envelopes ready to toss in a blue post box on her way to Black Friday sales.
Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. During the month of November, while men start growing out their facial hair and neighbors work on outdoing each other with their holiday light displays synchronized to music, aspiring novelists write. Word-loving writer nerds will do their best to pound out an average of 1,667 words a day for 30 days. The ultimate goal is to reach 50,000 by the end of the month.
We have many freedoms in this country. One is the freedom to vote for people to represent us in governmental offices, from our small town mayor to the president of the United States.
The closet in our master bedroom would be better suited to serve as a broom closet in a studio apartment. Rather, we cram into it enough clothes for six months for two people, plus all our shoes and boots.
Humor is essential for getting through the tough times. Thankfully, my family is full of it. Humor that is, although we have had our share of tough times. Most recently, Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.
With yet another anniversary approaching, I decided to research some of the venues we talked about, yet never visited. When you are marking your relationship in terms of double digits, the list of interesting places you intend to visit grows like an annoying chin hair. Or, for a guy, an annoying nose hair.
A rise in craft beer popularity triggered creativity within a big coffee chain. They concocted fall flavors for their fancy coffees that incorporate the tastes of craft brews. They are not adding beer to their coffees, mind you. They simply want to catch the craft brew wave and ride to shore.
You have to make it to the bank with your deposit so you can afford to pick up your dry cleaning on the evening the cable repair guy is scheduled to get your house back online. This situation warrants the use of both the bank and dry cleaner drive through services.
Scientists at NASA obviously do not get out much. They are busy thinking up ways to travel through space and reclassify the planets on my seventh-grade mobile, rendering the best science project ever obsolete. In the meantime, have they seen a sci-fi movie in the past few decades? Do they not understand the concept ‘we are not alone’?
When Hubby and I used to take the boys to the movies, my middle child always suggested the large popcorn. It was only fifty cents more. And, he added as matter-of-factly as the girl behind the counter, it included free refills.
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