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check your expectations at the door.

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We're not big on logic

but there's no shortage of irony.

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 Nice is different than good.

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Oh and ...

I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

> Jennifer <

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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published by Kates-Boylston

Hoist The Colors

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

> Ralph Waldo Emerson <

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

Belay That!

This blog does not contain and its author will not condone profanity, crude language, or verbal abuse. Commenters, you are welcome to speak your mind but do not cuss or I will delete either the word or your entire comment, depending on my mood. Continued use of bad words or inappropriate sentiments will result in the offending individual being banned, after which they'll be obliged to walk the plank. Thankee for your understanding and compliance.

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks

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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

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THE DREAMERS

In the dawn of the day of ages,
 In the youth of a wondrous race,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw the marvel,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw God's face.


On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.

The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --

All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!

"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."

But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.

What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?

Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.

If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.

> Edward Sims Van Zile <

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Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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    by Bernd Heinrich
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    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
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    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
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    starring Jack Black, Shirley MacLaine, Matthew McConaughey
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
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    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
  • The Bad Seed
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    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
  • Shadow of a Doubt
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    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
  • The More The Merrier
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    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
  • Act of Valor
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    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
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    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
  • Sunset Boulevard
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    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
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    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
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    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
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    starring Gary Anthony Williams
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    Passion River
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    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
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    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
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    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
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    starring Red Balloon
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    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
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    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
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    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
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    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
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    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
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    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
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    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
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1999 - 2016

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2017 - 2021

My Tar Heel Granddog

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Thursday
Aug272009

Why Socialism Fails

Take two minutes and listen to the late great economist Milton Friedman (1912-2006) explain to uber-liberal dunderhead Phil Donahue (way back in 1979, no less) why Socialism ALWAYS fails. This really puts the jampot on the bottom shelf, y'all. I like it! Simple ... easy to remember.

Where indeed will we find these "angels who are going to organize society for us"? Not in the Chairman Maobama White House ... that's for sure.

Thursday
Aug272009

Two-Word Admonitions

Last week I was preparing to leave a certain law office following a deposition. The host lawyer, a seasoned legal eagle by the name of Franchot, remained in the conference room while I packed my reporter paraphernalia, and as I worked we were chatting.

When it was time for me to go and I wheeled my equipment case around the corner, headed for the lobby, Franchot called after me:

"Bye, Jennifer! Be sweet!"

Be sweet. I haven't been told that in years ... at least not in so many words.

It's a simple and innocuous two-word admonition, but hearing it took me back to my childhood. When I was a kid, I was often reminded by my parents and other relatives -- aunts, uncles, and grandparents -- to be sweet. It was a sort of ritual: upon taking your leave, you got your hug and were encouraged to be sweet.

Be calm! Be still! Keep still! Keep quiet! Keep going!

I didn't carry that tradition on with my children. At least I don't think so. None of them say it and I cannot remember having said it to them, so if I did say it, more than likely it was only once or twice.

But I love that little two-word admonition: Be sweet.

And thinking about it made me think about other two-word admonitions. There are so many!

Calm down! Slow down! Chow down! Get down! Pipe down! Sit down!

Sit up! Shut up! Speak up! Step up! Stand up! Hurry up! Eat up! Chin up! Pay up! Hush up! Buck up! Wake up!

Go away! Go out! Go on! Hold on! Come on! Come in! Come here! Stay here! Stay there!

Back off! Fall out! Fall in! Stick around! Keep cool! Hang loose! Hang tight! Sleep tight!

Get real! Get lost! Get up! Get out! Peace out! Chill out! Keep out! Stay out!

Be careful! Be good! Be calm! Be still! Keep still! Keep quiet! Keep going!

Don't fall! Don't worry! Don't Panic! Don't cry!

Say uncle! Say cheese! Say when!

I am sure you can think of more two-word admonitions I haven't covered.

So ...

Tell me! Chop chop!

Monday
Aug242009

Capitalism 101

This cartoon was supposedly made 50 years ago.  Given the current debate raging in America, it is eerily prescient.  Basically it's all you ever wanted to know about a free market society but were afraid to ask.  Look closely because if Barack Obama gets his way, American capitalism (and the freedoms that go along with it) will soon be a thing of the past. 

Thursday
Aug132009

50 Million Cards On The Wall

I was at Wal-Mart recently, trolling the greeting card aisles for a couple of cards that would be both appropriate to the occasion and have the rare distinction of not costing more than the gifts they were intended to accompany.

I mean, in a world where at least ten percent of the cards open up to actual music (I got one of those once ... it plays the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean), and some of those are so big they could double as pup tents and cost in excess of fifteen dollars, one is sorely tempted to simply hand the gift to its fortunate recipient and say, "This is for you. From me. I do so hope you like it."

In my case on this particular day, both gift-giving, card-buying occasions involved the number 50. One was for a couple in our church who celebrated 50 years of marriage on August 8th (gift: two-color reed-diffused air freshener in vanilla cinnamon). The other was for a friend turning 50 on August 16th (gift: wrinkle cream by Oil of Old Age).

This ground-breaking information has led to a whole new category of greeting cards.

Just kidding about that last one. I haven't bought my friend a present yet.

I did briefly consider the card that, on the front, bore the message: Don't worry about the past because you can't change it. On the inside it elaborated: Don't worry about the present either, because I didn't get you one.

(Now, that's my kind of sentiment ... but I didn't pick that one because I do intend to buy a present for my friend. Probably a Waffle House gift card. Unless you know my friend and me and something of our antics, that won't resonate with you. So be it. Suffice it to say, they know us down at the Waffle House on Broad River Road.)

At any rate, my task should have been less challenging than toppling from a log; right?

Not so much.

Aside from the fact that, when it comes to cards, I tend to be cheap (normally I buy them for 50 cents apiece at Dollar General but on this day -- foolishly, as it turned out -- I wanted to make just the one stop at Wal-Mart), I am limited by other sensibilities not related to economy.

Namely, when it comes to greeting cards (and basically everything else), although I love a good guffaw as much as the next person, I don't do bathroom humor, booty-call humor, or booze humor. Basically because, to me, none of those things are remotely funny.

But that rules out approximately 50 percent of the cards!

How fitting.

So I'm looking around, slowly realizing how narrow my choices actually are, when I see them: an entire section of "back to school" cards.

Back To School cards? Yes.

There were cards for starting day care, starting kindergarten, starting elementary school, starting middle school, starting high school, starting college. All starting at ninety-nine cents. All meant to "encourage" kids.

A visit to the Hallmark web site reveals that there has been a study done which proves once and for all that kids crave the encouragement of their moms (or significant other parental units).

I hope they didn't spend a lot of money on that study. For a mere 50 dollars, I could have told them that much about kids, and more. Cash, please.

But this ground-breaking information has led to a whole new category of greeting cards ... and Hallmark's helpful suggestions for how to use them (just in case the card-buying public cannot figure that out for themselves).

For example, parents are encouraged to Hide a card under a pillow just to say 'you're cool' or 'you're the best kid.'

Or to Tuck a card in a lunchbox or backpack to ease back-to-school butterflies.

Or to Slip a card under a bedroom door the morning of an important test, or have one ready after school that says 'I knew you could do it.'

Our being there in the flesh seemed to be what our children actually wanted.

Or to Say how proud you are after the big game or recital in a card that can be kept for years on end.

Or to Fill your college kid's mailbox with cards and love from home.

(In the case of the college kid, don't forget to include a 50-dollar bill or you're wasting your time. They won't cherish an empty card. Count on it.)

Even nestled as they were among thousands of cards available for every purpose from a deceased pet to a new salt shaker to an ingrown toenail, the staggering plethora of Back To School cards and Kid Encouragement cards set me reminiscing.

Each year in late August during my golden rule days, my parents demonstrated their support by buying me a pair of school shoes, a few new outfits from K-Mart, two or three notebooks, pencils, erasers, a ruler, a bottle of glue, a pack of looseleaf paper (that I was obliged to share with my sister), and similar supplies.

The only thing I wanted slipped under my pillow was that tooth-fairy money.

My parents never told me I was cool, or that I was the best kid. They provided for me, which was the crucial tip-off that they had a decent opinion of me. The onus was on me to excel, whether or not I thought it (or I) was "cool" or "the best."

(Which, incidentally, I didn't. Thank God for that. There's nothing worse than a snot-nosed kid who thinks he's cool. As parents, I and the father of our four children forbade that kind of attitude at our house. We taught our children to obey the rules, show respect for themselves and others, be on time, keep their noses clean, pay attention, do their schoolwork, get involved in sports, and determine every day to serve both God and their fellow man. At the earliest possible moment, they were expected to get a job.)

When I went back to school each year I was put on the bus with my meager supplies and a bologna sandwich that may or may not have been sequestered within a nifty brown paper sack. I distinctly remember a time when we had no paper sacks at home, and my humble sandwich got wrapped in a scrap of aluminum foil. The other kids referred to me as "Tin Foil Lunch" for the rest of the year.

Not exactly the image I was going for.

I had more back-to-school butterflies than Carter's had liver pills, but I never got a card for it and I'm fairly certain that if I had, it would not have cleared my tummy of flighty lepidopterae. I was the perennial new girl; card or no card, you still had to face the giants alone. I did sometimes get a hug as I was nudged toward the dreaded death-black rubber tread of the bus steps ... and on one occasion, I remember being so upset and stomach-achey on the first day of school that my mom let me go back home. YESSSSSSSS!

I didn't have any big games or recitals, but if I had, it would have been understood at my house that I was expected to do my best even if nobody praised me (which, incidentally, when I succeeded at something, they did). My children participated both in big games (come to think of it, to us EVERY game was big) and recitals, but I am hard pressed to remember a single time I sent one of them a greeting card before, during, or after said event.

(What I did was, in every case, unless providentially hindered, I sat on the sidelines and prayed and clapped and cheered. As did their father. Strangely, our being there in the flesh seemed to be what our children actually wanted. In my memory no child of mine has ever pulled a long face because they were denied a greeting card.)

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

On the morning of a big test, the floor on the inside of my bedroom door was invariably vacant. My gut feeling was that I'd better have studied hard and prepared myself to get a good grade, or I was going to be called on the carpet for it. No smarmy store-bought sentiments were applied to the situation. Good grades were a given at my house; you got them or you faced the consequences. The idea was realizing your potential and, additionally, not shirking your duty. It was the lived-out reality of the concept that right is its own reward. It was the certainty that you weren't going to be mollycoddled into performing your reasonable service.

(My husband was reared the same way. I promise you he's none the worse for it, and neither am I, and neither are our children. In fact, we all benefitted tremendously from the no-nonsense approach to character-driven, goal-oriented, non-negotiable personal responsibility and its usual outcome: achievement.)

Don't get me wrong; I'm not against sending greeting cards. I do it all the time. But whatever happened to looking into a person's eyes and TELLING them that you love them, or that you are praying for them, or that everything will work out fine, or that even if it doesn't, it won't be the end of the world?  Whatever happened to a pat on the back, a hug, a sincere hand-holding, a wink and a smile?

These days if you're not getting a text message it's a phone message and if you're not getting a phone call it's an email and if you're not getting an email you pretty much feel forgotten.

Further perusal of Hallmark's web site revealed that, if you feel the urge to send a greeting card but lack the time to do it yourself, the company will sign, stamp, and send the card for you. For all I know, they'll pick it out too. Just put in your credit card number and it's all taken care of with a click of the mouse. Call me crazy (many have), but doesn't it defeat the purpose of sending a card in the first place when you engage the services of a corporate entity to sign and mail it? I'm not feeling the love.

And then there are e-cards ... a whole new domain in manufactured greetings. I actually like these and use them a good bit. The animation is fun and there's no denying it is convenient and cost-effective. People enjoy receiving them.

But recently I got an email from an e-card outfit touting their Spanish-language cards and insisting that I wanted to send one of them! A Spanish-language card, that is.

Only problem is ... No. I. Do. Not.

I speak English. I do not speak Spanish. Why would I? I am an American and as such, English is my mother tongue. English is the language of our country. I daresay if I lived in a country where Spanish is the primary language, I would have to learn it or else make some very costly mistakes until I did. So that's what the Spanish-speaking people in America should do: LEARN TO SPEAK ENGLISH.

Or else, leave. And don't let the door hit you on the way out.

And then there's Exhale, the outfit that specializes in "post-abortion" services, to include treacly e-cards.

There are six choices, featuring pictures of sunsets and flowers and cut-out hearts and all manner of sweetness and light, with messages such as "Healing is possible. May you find peace after your abortion."

God help us. May we find peace after visiting the greeting card aisle, virtual or otherwise.

Thursday
Aug062009

I'm A Born Again American