With a wink and a nod

On December 1, 2015February 3, 2021 By Peggy BereIn Musings23 Comments

The “Happy Holiday” vs. “Merry Christmas” debate heats up every year around this time. Well, let’s be honest people, the holiday debate probably starts in September when the department stores start to set up their Christmas displays in a pitiful effort to outdo the sales of their competition. Shameful!!

Since when has saying a very simple “Merry Christmas!” become such a crime? I know, touchy subject. But, bear with me and let’s see if we can’t sort this entire mess out. OK?

If I understand it correctly, when in public, I’m supposed to avoid the words “Merry Christmas” at all costs for fear of completely offending someone to their core if they are not a Christian? Is that correct? Now, if someone came up to me and said “Happy Kwanzaa!” I’d be like, right on!…”Happy Kwanzaa to you as well!” Of course I myself do not celebrate Kwanzaa but I also don’t find the expression offensive in any way, shape or form. Oddly enough, I also don’t find the words Happy Hanukkah offensive.

Maybe we’ve all just gotten a bit too sensitive and things have gotten blown out of proportion. So, this year, instead of getting upset over this same, stale topic, let’s see if we can’t sort this misunderstanding out. Shall we?

Maybe instead of saying anything at all to each other, maybe we should just give each other a big spirited wink and a thumbs up as we pass each other on the street. That would be jolly! Or, we could all wear hats and jauntily tip them to each other as a silent signal of holiday greeting. No words, no offense! We could heartily slap each other on the backs as a happy greeting or we could simply shake each others hands. No, wait. Then we get into the entire spreading germs debate. I know! We could all wear bow ties and bow to each other in greeting rather than shaking hands!

Maybe if we shifted our focus to these fascinating (and fun!) new greetings rather than staying stuck in the quagmire of the old, boring argument of whether or not we’re offending each other, things would settle down and we’d all get back to just enjoying the season for what it is.

Or, we could all just accept the “Merry Christmas” greeting for what it is – a simple expression of the joy of the season. Not a sinister, thought out plot to offend one another.

If you don’t believe, try not to get offended at someone the next time they say “Merry Christmas” to you. Think about what they are wishing you, what they are sharing out of their own belief. And if you do believe, and someone says “seasons greetings” or “happy holidays” or ‘joyous Kwanzaa” just smile and say, “And to you as well.” Your countenance alone might just extend to them the meaning of the season; at the very least it will warm your own heart, and you’ll be that much happier for doing so

So, Merry Christmas, Christians; Happy Hanukkah, Jews; Super Solstice, Pagans; Hurray, Human Light Humanists; Joyous Kwanzaa to African Diaspora and to everyone all together — Wishing you a wonderful holiday season!

Facebook – Do you overshare?

On September 18, 2015 By Peggy BereIn Musings33 Comments

This week on Facebook, I ran across a post that made me chuckle to myself. It was a cleverly written piece of satire pointing out just how absurd we’ve all become with oversharing our lives on social-media. (Satire – a genre of literature or writing in which vices, follies, abuses, and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, ideally with the intent of shaming individuals.)

I showed it to Clark. He chuckled. I showed it to my friends. They chuckled. I showed it to my kids and they chuckled. In conversations all week, I mentioned it to my friends and acquaintances. Everyone chuckled. And, everyone commented similarly. Well, that certainly isn’t me. I don’t overshare on Facebook. At least not to the point of Ad Nauseum…….. (ad nau·se·am (ăd nô′zē-əm) adv. To a disgusting or ridiculous degree; to the point of nausea)

That same thought ran through my mind. That certainly doesn’t apply to meeee…. Or, does it? (millisecond of doubt)….. Nah. So what. So my Facebook page is covered with massive amounts of selfies. And, updates on what I’m doing & where you can find me most hours of most days. Just because I’ve posted 52 photo’s of my dog in the past few months, all basically in the same position with the same look on his face, that doesn’t really mean I’ve share too much. (He’s sooooo cute!)

It’s not like I’m one of those overbearing new parents who lets us know the exact moment of conception or what the baby looks like in the womb.

And, thank the Lord above that I was never one of those people who shared TMI about bodily functions…

But in all fairness, I not only have the link to Facebook bookmarked on the front page of my PC, but also on the first page of my smartphone – which is like the speed dial of the social media world!! This gives me instant access to being *spring into action* ready to post something I find incredibly interesting. Like, a picture of what’s sitting in front of me on my lunch plate. Or, quoting some incredibly humorous comment that came out of one of my kids mouths.

This week, Facebook announced the unveiling of it’s new *thumbs down* dislike button. I’m not really sure how I feel about this. While it’s true that not every post on the social-media site always seems deserving of a virtual thumbs up, do we really want to make it easier to spread negativity online? Don’t we do enough of that in real life? Isn’t Social-Media the place we turn to when we want to share with everyone how absolutely (and a little unrealistically) fabulous our lives are?

What will mom’s everywhere do when they find a big ‘ol thumbs down on the posted picture of Jr. Or, when someone gives us a thumbs down on the photo of the tuna fish sammie on our plate. What if someone decides to tell me that they DON”T think my dog is deserving of the last 40 pictures I’ve posted of him. (thank goodness for the *unfriend* button.) It shall be interesting!

Until then, my Facebook page will remain discreet and humble. Like always. And I imagine yours will, too.

Hello September!

On September 4, 2015 By Peggy BereIn Musings17 Comments

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Labor Day Weekend!

Is there anything better than waking up on a Friday?! Nothing makes us happier than knowing that the weekend is about to start. Add to that the fact that it’s a three-day holiday weekend and you experience the utter feeling of complete joy.

Three days with family. Or, friends. Or doing whatever your little heart desires.

Whether it be three full days of doing absolutely nothing or filling each minute up with bustling activity, I’m wishing you all a Happy Labor Day Weekend!!

Me? I’ll be busy with family

and, friends

and, maybe a little food.

And, our adorable 9 month old puppy, Duncan!

( man, does he lovvveeee hanging out with us 24/7!! )

I’ll be sneaking some time in between all of that F.U.N. to make some new updates, a few changes and a tweak here and there to my blog, Being Margaret!

Have a fabulous weekend! Enjoy what may be the last few moments of summer. And, stay tuned for a new look and new blog posts from me next week.

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The Luck of the Irish

On March 17, 2015March 17, 2015 By Peggy BereIn Musings19 Comments

Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, For Those Pretending To Be Irish

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In Honor of St Patrick’s Day, I thought I’d share some tips on how to celebrate the day if you were not lucky enough to be born Irish, as I was. I thought about it and researched and wrote my thoughts down. Then, having the luck of the Irish on my side, I ran into this article. I could not have said it better my self. So to you, I share with you these words of wisdom which i stumbled upon and decided were just too good to pass up.

Happy St Patrick’s Day……..

It’s St Patrick’s Day, and millions of people are waking up around the world with one aim. To pretend to be Irish

Gone are the days when you can just celebrate the day with your Irish friends while submerging yourself in the culture, knowing full well you have no Irish blood whatsoever. No. Literally everyone, on this day, has a long lost cousin somewhere in a far distant shire.

It can’t be stopped. Not in a million years. So in an attempt to at least try and make things easier when you’re undercover out there, here are a few tips that may actually get you through a full day as a fake Irishman…

Exaggerate your heritage

You have absolutely no Irish blood in you, or if you do, it’s extremely faint and almost nonexistent. But that won’t stop you. Exaggerate the sh*t out of it. Your beloved Irish nanny (who is actually called Barbara and has never even been to an Irish bar) dropped your mam on the docks of the Mersey herself and is an icon in your family.

Hate the English

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You’re going to need to hate the English for what they did to your people. Don’t go too deep with this – that’s an absolute no go. You don’t have enough time to learn the history. The best thing you can do in this situation is learn a few rebel songs and blurt them out if someone engages with you about a conflict you know absolutely piss all about.

Don’t wear an Irish flag cape, please

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If you decide to wear the Irish flag as a cape on St Patrick’s Day, you may as well run around screaming “I’m English” all day. Just don’t do it. This is one of the main ways I identify the English people every year. Granted, you will get the odd Irish person wearing one, but the majority of Irish men and women respect their flag enough not to sweat into it all day, sit on it then use it as a means to wipe up green vomit later on.

Kiss me, I’m pretending to be Irish

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Feel free to kiss this person. On the lips. With your fist. If you thought the cape was bad, and a great identifier for the English, then this is a homing beacon. There is no doubt in my mind that whatever damage you inflict on a person wearing this t-shirt, they already deserve it. However, I will at this point say that it’s not a good idea to assault someone, and while that will probably be happening wherever you look tonight, don’t actually punch people in the lips with your fist. Just laugh at them, instead.

Don’t drink the Green Guinness

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There’s no doubt you’re going to be knocking back the fluid as consistently as possible, in order to keep up with your cohorts, who are much better drinkers than you. But you don’t NEED to drink the green stuff. It doesn’t make you more Irish. What it does, however, is waits. And waits. Until it’s ready to exit your body and make your bathroom look like that 2009 Maga’ foam party.

Don’t ask if Leprechaun’s are real

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Or do, if you want to blow your cover as a real Irish person. I would prefer you actually did this one, if I’m honest. As early on in the night as possible.

**Learn the sh*t out of this**

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If you don’t know this Irish banger word for word, you’re going to feel like a black sheep. Sorry, you’re going to feel even more like the black sheep that you already are. There will never be a point in the day when everyone will just spontaneously burst into song with this – in most cases it will just be an older guy in the corner, on his own after one too many. But if you really want to impress, that guy could be you.

Turn up for work tomorrow

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You’re going to want to turn up for work tomorrow, too. Your boss knows full well you’re not even the slightest bit Irish and he won’t be pleased when he finds out you just went for a midweek piss up. Your Irish colleagues will probably get the benefit of the doubt. It means something to them – even if ‘something’ just means getting shitfacewankered with their actual Irish family all day. They still have more of a reason to not make it into work the next day.

Luck is believing you’re lucky

May the luck of the Irish be with you today and always

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I’m Drinking Champagne

On January 26, 2015January 27, 2015 By Peggy BereIn Musings27 Comments

“I always keep a bottle of champagne in the fridge for special occasions. Sometimes, the special occasion is having a bottle of champagne in the fridge.” -Hester Browne

Over the weekend I discovered a fun little fact. There is a restaurant in London named Bob Bob Ricard. It sits in a great part of the city. It’s beautifully decorated in decadent golden and red booths and dim lighting. It’s private and elegant and quiet. But the best part of all? It has a “Push for Champagne” button at every single table. Brilliant! *Oh, pip pip cheerio and all that sort of rot.* Our English neighbors are so posh and proper. And, Brilliant!! What a great spot for a girl’s getaway. Or, a bubbly rendezvous with the Hubs. This fabulous restaurant has made its way to my bucket list.

I Love Champagne! It’s so, so…oh, I don’t know..so, Rita Hayworth. Or, Lauren Bacall. It’s so old, glam, Hollywood. If I’m sitting at a table in a posh restaurant and suddenly find myself parched and in need of some bubbly, what better way to get it than to quietly slide my manicured hand across the tabletop and discreetly push a button. Wallah! A properly dressed waiter quietly slips over to the table and my glass is discreetly refilled. Happiness in a flute!

Champagne. It represents universal celebration of life. The sports world pours it over each others heads to celebrate championships. Hollywood glam queens love to be seen sipping it. Girlfriends celebrate sisterhood and friendship with it. You can pour a splash of orange juice into it and it quickly becomes a favorite breakfast beverage. You can hold it up in a toast to newlywed couples and new-born babies alike. You can toss a strawberry into it and suddenly it becomes a swanky, la-di-da cocktail.

Champagne. It’s universally Joyful. Every time you pop the cork on a bottle of bubbly, it’s a celebration. Of Life and love and the sharing of each others joy and accomplishments.

When was the last time you indulged? It can be the perfect start to any week. Just sayin’…..

Champagne!! People sing about it!!

Margaret

Monday Moment

On January 12, 2015January 12, 2015 By Peggy BereIn Margber, Mondays10 Comments

Monday Moments ~ Helping You Get Your Monday’s off to a good start….

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Do you have a space to call your own?

On October 15, 2014October 15, 2014 By Peggy BereIn Musings70 Comments

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It’s been raining for days. I used to dread cold, gloomy, rainy weather. That was before my blogging days. Now? I look forward to them because frankly, they seem to provide the best environment for writing. They have a way of helping to diminish the guilt that we tend to feel when we stay indoors on sunny days.

I bought a desk a few months ago. A desk that I could tuck away into a corner somewhere in my home – into a carved out a space of my own for the days I wanted to write. Days just like we’ve had this week. It landed up in the spare bedroom. A room that once housed my oldest son before he got married. A room that in my oldest son’s opinion, “got taken apart, dismantled and redecorated far too fast after he moved out” (He’s still a little heartbroken over that fact!).

My own space! It’s a place that I have carefully crafted into my very own oasis. It’s cozy and feminine and perfect for slipping into when I want to get away from the chaos and monotonous routine of everyday – the doorbell, the phone, my last remaining home bound son and his friends, my Hubs and his constant, endearing male questions. “Honey, where’s my glasses?” “Did you get the mail yet?” “Margaret, what on earth have you been using the credit card on!?”

Those are the moments when, yes, it’s time to hideaway in my oasis. I mean, honestly, for the past 30 years I have lived in a house of all men and myself. The ratio is 4 to 1. A ratio, in all honesty, that I have loved and adored because, well, let’s face it, boys are easier to raise than girls. No raging hormones. No cat fights with their female friends. No over the top emotional displays of drama. And, if my guys did get into a “disagreement” with their friends, it was heatedly discussed one moment and then forgotten the next. Easy as pie! Love my guys more than anything on earth!!!!

These days, I find myself hiding in my new, beautiful retreat more and more. And, during all times of the day and night. When Clark’s big, resounding snoring is keeping me awake, off I go to my oasis. This was an added bonus provided by my special holed-up sanctuary that was a wonderful surprise!! I had never thought about it as an escape from my sleepless nights when one of Clark’s colds (which he assures me that neither I nor anyone else on earth has ever experienced anything remotely as bad) or his allergies made it sound like I was sleeping next to the freight train. I used to just poke, kick or pinch him to get him to roll over to his side. This tended to give temporary relief from the quartet of loud trombones coming from my Hubs slumbering mouth. When he became so accustomed to those tactics that he started to sleep through them, I tried a new approach. I’d slap the mattress real hard right next to his head. At first, this would startle him out of a deep sleep. Heart racing and breathless, he jump straight up, hold his heart and ask me what in the world happened. Naturally, I’d pretend to be asleep, rouse sleepily and tell him he imagined it.

Now, I can just slip out of bed and away from his personal symphony and head to my own peaceful crash pad. It’s a win/win for both of us!! Hurray!

When I first decided to redecorate the room, I promised my hubs it would be a simple project. Slap a coat of new paint on the walls and buy a new bedspread. Like all worthwhile decorating projects, it turned into a monster. Once I got a new bedspread, well, the old night stands had to go. And, once those were replaced, New drapes, mirrors, wall art and lamps soon followed. Each day as Clark would get home from work and climb the stairs to change his clothes from work, he’d pause briefly by “the” room, glance inside and wonder what new addition he’d find. I would always assure him that whatever he spotted was a great deal with a huge, slashed discount!!! Now that I think of it, I was actually being very considerate in how I was saving him so much money!

This week, I’ve decided I need a small sofa, chair and ottoman or chaise in my home away from home. And, I’m on the hunt!

Stormy days. I once found them depressing, boring and lonely. Today I find myself comforted by surrounding myself in the space I call my own. Do you have a special place you that you can escape to when the creative juices are flowing? Or, when you simply want to be by yourself for, well, whatever reason? I hope so. It’s a life changer!

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Until death do us part

On September 30, 2014October 13, 2014 By Peggy BereIn Musings56 Comments

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It’s Tuesday morning. It’s been my norm for years and years to get up early. Very early. Usually between 4:30 – 5am. Since I decided to retire early – last December – I’ve gotten into the habit of sleeping in late. Well, late for me. I usually wake up around 7am. This was alarming to me at first. I felt shame and guilt. I felt lazy. As my Mom used to say to me, “half the day is gone!” It must be an Irish thing. She used to get up early. For as long as I can remember, she was up before the sunrise. She would have half of her housework done by 7am. But, I’ve gotten used to the luxury of sleeping in “late.”

So, its morning. I’m having coffee. I’m sitting at my kitchen counter and looking at a blank, white screen in front of my sleepy eyes. My blog is calling to me. It pulls me in. But for the past few months I’ve had a sort of writers block. Clark says I’m forcing it – that when I’m ready to write again, it will come naturally. Like it always has. And, he’s right.

Brian – my youngest son – has said to me in the past that when I don’t have anything to write about, perhaps it’s because I have not been doing anything “write worthy”. He’s observant. I believe this to be the case of my self-proclaimed block.

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I could chalk it up to the transition of summer into fall if I really needed a scapegoat. The changing of the seasons. The fault could be laid at the heels of that happy sad place we find ourselves in when saying goodbye to one season and welcoming in the next. I always feel a little bit melancholy as the seasons change. And when I’m melancholy, I tend to take a break from writing. Oh, the changing seasons is a cycle of life that I love – one that I really do not think I could live without witnessing year in and out, but still, it’s a constant reminder of how fast time goes. The seasons speed by. You blink your eyes and time flies. Really, it would be unusual to go through an entire Summer without hearing at least a dozen times…that old familiar phrase..”I can’t believe the Summer is almost over!” And it’s true. It’s always a shock to see how fast it went by and how the next season has miraculously arrived without you noticing that it snuck up on you.

But, there it is. Fresh and new. A new beginning. A new cycle. A new Season. A fresh start. With all the promise and excitement of what lies ahead for you. New resolutions. New untapped energy. Come on New Season…I’m ready!

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However, If I am going to be honest, my writer’s block could most likely be chalked up to the Clark Factor. My better half tends to be around the house more than he used to be. Right now he is upstairs snoozing. He took the day off. In all honesty, he takes a lot of time off of work these days. He is somewhat semi retired. He usually golf’s on the days he is not working, but I had a mini empty-Nester melt down last week and accused him of not wanting to spend time with me. Suddenly, this week he decided to spend his time off with me rather than hitting the links with his golf buddies. Coincidence? Nah, I don’t think so. But, I didn’t fight it. I decided to soak in the attention and enjoy spending some quality one on one time with my Hubs! YaY!!

Booo!! By noon on the first day that we spent together, I was wondering what in the world I was thinking when I practically bullied him into spending his day off with me rather than the guys. In theory, I was going to love having him around!! Hurray!! Us time!! In reality, it didn’t quite work out that way. He was in my space. All.Day.Long. It’s not that he was actually doing anything wrong – I just had not realized how much I liked my days to myself and my routine kept in place. I didn’t want to spend my day running to the hardware store with him. Or, dropping him off at the car dealership to get his car looked at. I didn’t want to eat lunch at 10:30am or watch the financial station on TV all morning. Or worse yet, watch golf on TV. And, when we went to the grocery store together, it took some getting used to watching him plow the cart down the center of the aisle and getting into some sort of freakish road rage event with the other shoppers. *Holy Cow!!*

By 3pm that day, I started to suspect that he was purposely trying to tick me off so I would beg him to please.. please, for the sake of our marriage…go golfing!!! And, I did. I told him to go golf with his friends. He was happier, I was happier. I realized that having him around gave me an odd sense of feeling all out of whack.

Slowly (and Thank Goodness!!) eventually he reverted back to his old ways. I once again became a (happy) golf widow. And more importantly, I was able to write again. He still hangs around somewhat in the early mornings before he heads out for his day with the guys, but that’s a compromise I can live with.

So now, these days when I am happily alone at home and carrying on with my usual routine, I wonder about what full retirement will be like. How do retiree’s do it? How do they learn to live together all day long without driving each other crazy?? Is it something that simply takes getting used to? And if so, how long is the transition period?

I Love My Hubs!! He’s my better half and my soul-mate and for better or worse, he’s my best friend!! Until Death Do us part!!! But, I pull my hair out when he’s around all day. I feel like I’m losing my ever-lovin’ mind!! I can not be the only one who goes nuts when your loved one suddenly decides to spend the day with you. Can I?

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12 ways to spend your time and money at Target

On September 8, 2014September 8, 2014 By Peggy BereIn Musings19 Comments

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I’m sure by now you have all heard about the massive security breach of credit and debit cards used at Target stores across America. During the 2013 Holiday season no less. Now, this week, we hear of another cyber attack and data breach at Home Depots from coast to coast.

I was having coffee with Clark when the story hit the news last week. I could not believe my ears. How can this happen twice in the span of a year, I asked him. And, how do these cyber thief’s pull off these big scale heists?

It’s that cloud! That cyber cloud that we’re all up in. That’s the culprit and the source of these leaks.

Me: I don’t understand all of this cloud stuff.

Clark: *…turns to me *blank stare*

Me: Well, do you?

Clark: *continued blank stare, followed by incredulous look* pfffft, of course I do….. (insulted)

Me: Well, then what do they mean by “you’re info is stored up in the cloud?” What cloud? Where’s this mysterious cloud at? Is it an actual, literal, tangible location?

Clark: *Well, they don’t tell you thattt.

Me: Oh, so you don’t know either.

I thought about this for a long time. I don’t like the fact that I don’t feel safe using my credit card at Target anymore. Target!! It’s my home away from home. I’m there a lot. It’s not the same Target from my youth. It’s got snappy advertising now. And, fun products. I can get lost in there for hours. Not to mention, it’s a great place to spend money. What was once a store for purchasing your cleaning supplies, is now an oasis for wasting hours of time and hard earned cash.

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Twelve ways to spend your time and money at Target

1. Circle the parking lot for 15 minutes looking for the best parking space. If you are there during a busy season, (holiday and school supply shopping) keep your eye on the front door of the store as you enter the parking lot. As customers walk out, gun it over to the aisle they are headed for. Then do the slow creep two feet behind them, stalking them all the way to their spot with your car. Wait for them to load their stuff into trunk, pull out and then….Success!

2. Upon entering the store, go directly to the Starbucks that is conveniently located near the entrance. Purchase an expensive latte with extra whip topping. You’re going to be strolling the aisles for a while. Go for the Venti.

3. Head straight to the cosmetic section. Wander through these aisles for a long time. Purchase new makeup, makeup remover, wrinkle creams, hair shampoos & conditioners, smoothing potions, frizz sprays, gloss sprays, tanning lotions, trendy colored nail polish. Feel satisfied and move on.

4. On your way to the cleaning supplies, get diverted into the clothing section. Buy a t-shirt in every color. You can never have enough. Set the Latte down and browse through the work out gear. Toss some yoga pants into your cart. They are comfy to wear while watching TV. Notice the new PJ sets as you pass up the intimate apparel section. Be strong. You don’t need new PJ’s.

5. Take a leisurely stroll through the housewares section. Decide you need some new picture frames for the digital photos on your phone that you won’t end up having printed. Purchase two. Also, put the star shaped candy dish that caught your eye into your cart. Smell every candle on display. Decide you can not live without the tropical scented one. Toss it into your cart and move on.

6. Feel a bit of Guilt. Decide that you don’t really need all of the items you have in your cart. Dig the tropical scented candle back out. Look around to see if anyone is watching you. Stuff it in between the two stacks of Kitchen towels you are standing in front of.

7. Think about purchasing those kitchen towels. Your kitchen could use an facelift. Toss the new towels in your cart.

8. Notice the absence of cleaning supplies in your cart. Circle back around to the household aisle. Hurray!! Toilet Paper is on sale. Grab the large, awkward sized 20 roll package and place it under the cart. Grab another one since it’s on sale. Balance it on top of cart.

9. Look down at phone and notice Text From Hubby Where are you?? Are you going to be home soon? Ignore text. Turn off phone.

10. Wheel over to the magazine and book racks. Flip through your favorite decorating magazine. And cooking. Buy both. Toss in this weeks People for good measure.

11. Head to the Checkout. Feel a bit shocked when the cashier rings up the grand total of $187.35. Fret over purchasing with Credit Card for fear of data getting breached. Shrug off the worry and hand over your Master Card. Sign on dotted line and you’re on your way.

12. Head for parking lot. Look for car. Where’s my car? Which aisle am I parked in????

Move over Hallmark, there’s a new card in town.

On July 18, 2014July 19, 2014 By Peggy BereIn Musings44 Comments

Have you noticed those funny little ecards that are all over social media sites? You’d have to have been living in an isolated cave not to know exactly what I’m talking about. They’re everywhere!

I started taking notice of them about a year or so ago. But in truth, they came onto the scene in 2007 – (I googled it!!) They have their own Facebook page with well over 1 million Likes.

They’re brilliant! And witty! And quite honestly – completely truthful and accurate. They say in one line, what most of us try to stammer out in a long-winded, beating around the bush, run on sentence.

I like to email them to Clark sometimes. They easily convey, what I can’t seem to get across to him. Like this one….

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There’s many advantages to sending eCards. They’re free. They’re delivered automatically to our electronic devices & received immediately with a few clicks of the mouse. There’s no limit to the audience in which you can send them to.