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I Look Like HoneyBunch

We have all seen pictures where the owner looks just like his pet. Well, the same can be said about couples who have been together for a large amount of time.  I was with my ex for twenty-nine years and I can vouch that may not be so in all cases, which is a good thing. I would peer at my ex when he was not aware and prayed vehemently that theory was not so, and if it was, I hoped his looks would morph into mine and not vice versa. The same can be said about pets.  Not all owners look like their pets, especially when the human had nothing to do with choosing the family cat or dog.  In my case the family pet became mine only because the children abandoned them after they stopped being cute and became too much work.  There was only one link between the two of us. Fluffy was the dog and I was his servant. To look like each other, the pair has to seek the connection. HoneyBunch and I have been together for almost ten years and it is amazing how similar we have become.    We met late in lif…

Anniversaries

There is something primal about anniversaries.  We have this emotional need to remember births, deaths, marriages, divorces – milestones in our lives.  The passage of time is both a blessing and a bane in our existence. There is a need-to-know status to anniversaries that pepper our married and family lives.  God save the husband (or the wife) who forgets a wedding or engagement anniversary, and who doesn’t remember the day the divorce came through or that marked our retirement or resignation?   My dear mother-in-law celebrates Valentine’s every year as the day my father-in-law proposed.  It gets more press than their actual wedding day.  All I remember is that HoneyBunch proposed sometime in late September and we married two months afterward. I feel like such a romantic slouch for not marking the exact time and day the dear man popped the question. Birthdays were big in my family when I was a child, so I did the same with my three.  Their birthdays were circled on the family calendar …

Winning

I graduated from a high school with the worst football team in the state.  We had not won a game in decades.  Once a year we pulled together to “take on” our district rivals, the second worst team in the state, but even they beat us year after year.           I went to an all-women’s college that had just gone coed, so a football team was not in the immediate plans.  It has been forty years and the planning committee still has no plans to start one.           My first teaching assignment was in a school district with two high schools and though they won half of the time, they never made it past their season           I hadn’t ever experience “winning.” Football had schooled me in how to be a good loser.  You played hard, walked off the field head held high, and congratulated the winner. There was no shame in doing your best and being bested.           Then I went to work for the Number One Football District in the State. Back then that school district only had one high school…

Unlikeable

You want empathy?  The world is not about you.  You are boring; I am not, so hurry, stop your chattering, and take a breath.  Pause so I can interrupt your conversation.  I have a better story, a better joke, a better anecdote to share than yours.           Don’t shy away.  Trust my handshake.  Look directly into my eyes. See me smile? Trust me.  Aren’t I charming? I can move in closer, speak a little louder.  Here, let me pat you on the arm. Let me pretend I care.           Why are you getting attention?  I am younger/older, prettier/smarter, more deserving.  The attention, the possessions, the friends you have - all of it should be mine.  Thank you? Ha, you will never hear me say that. It is only right you should share it with me. I am sorry?  Never.  I am never to blame. You were right?  To admit that would show weakness.  You don’t like me?  There must be something wrong with you.  It cannot possible have anything to do with me. 

Queen of the May

My mother-in-law keeps a tiara on her bedroom dresser, not an expensive one but it is invaluable to her.She was chosen Winter Queen at a senior citizen Christmas banquet a few years ago.It not only surprised her but pleased her as well.
          Ask about that magical night and she will go on and on about how she and my father-in-law attended the banquet so he could accept an award for Senior Citizen Volunteer of the Year, and she stole the stage by unexpectedly winning the “beauty pageant.”           I cannot blame her.  I had a similar honor bestowed on me back when I was in the 8th grade.            Catholics celebrate the Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus, throughout the month of May, and on May 1st, our K-8th Catholic school would choose one 8th grade girl to crown the tall statue of Mary that sat in the courtyard between the school and the convent of nuns who were our teachers. On the Sunday closest to the 1st of May, we would proceed from the church after Mass, parade around the par…