Dr. Tina Merhoff and Associates Pediatric Dentistry will buy back your Halloween candy at our office (185 Kimel Park Drive, Suite 202) on November 7th from 9 am until noon. All the candy collected, plus some extra necessities, will be sent to our troops serving overseas. Candy will be bought at $1/pound up to 5 pounds.
At the same time, the office will also be collecting canned food donations for the Second Harvest Food Bank. Please bring non-perishable, sealed food items to help people in the community who are in need.
This is the awesome, incredibly compassionate pediatric dental practice that treats my kids. I cannot recommend them highly enough.
... And here's the little Benedict Arnold as a ghost. If this phonophoto had sound, you'd hear him going, "Ooooo! Oooooo!" in what he thinks is a frightening voice but really is so cute I want to hug him to me until he pops.
I guess I'll throw the 4 yards of gingerbread-colored fleece, the red and green felt pompoms, the giant rickrack, and the yard of white felt cut into bone shapes into my craft stash. (I wonder how a Skeleton of a Gingerbread Man Artistic and Original Doorstop would look.)
I'm going to invest all my money in 4+ inch synthetic fur (orange), seeing as it's more difficult to obtain than swine flu vaccines and atomic weapons put together. However other than the quite liberal interpretation of his hair, which I'm hoping the darkness of night is especially kind to, I'm pretty happy with this.
For starters, we'll be taking home a loaf of this cinnamon-raisin bread baked by Winston-Salem's own The Bread Men, as I feel strongly it will assist me handily in today's costume construction battle. You can find it where we did, i.e. Mostly Local Market, 6321 Shallowford in Lewisville, behind Brushstrokes Art Studio.
Also at Mostly Local Market: gorgeous cuts of meat from grass-fed animals. A little birdie told me the lamb is "to die". Sign up for Twitter tweets and you'll never miss a daily special.
that posting will be very light today as I again engage in mortal combat against the craft elements.
They won the battle yesterday, I am sad to inform, but I shall win the war.
I obtained new armaments last eve from A.C. Moore, including a very exciting glue, and stayed up late into the night drawing up a new plan of attack.
To the many who pretended to be my allies and suggested I save myself by surrendering: I consider each of you a traitor and a heretic.
There can be only one tomorrow: COSTUME AWESOMENESS.
update, 10:12 am: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have fulfilled the annual tradition of bleeding.
update, 11:36 am: The youngest has just announced that he would like to be a ghost instead, the kind made by cutting two eyeholes in a sheet, because, and I quote, "It's classical." The firing squad is too good for him.
The entire Winston-Salem community is invited to join Wake Forest fans at the Demon Deacon Baity Street Bash on October 29 beginning at 6:30 pm.
The Bash provides fans with a chance to attend the weekly Jim Grobe Show. Stan Cotten and Head Coach Jim Grobe will be on the Lowes Stage on Baity Street broadcasting live. The radio show will begin at 7 pm.
Men’s Basketball Head Coach Dino Gaudio and the 2009-10 team will also be in attendance and available for autographs from 7:30 – 8:30 pm. Be sure to drop by and meet the Deacs before their exciting season begins!
Not only will fans have the opportunity to see the Jim Grobe Show Live, there will be plenty of other activities for all ages including inflatable rides, live music, information on purchasing basketball season tickets, a raffle to win a 2009 Wake Forest motorcycle, special appearance by the Demon Deacon and much more.
Food vendors will be available along the street including the Johnsonville Big Taste Grill which will be serving freshly grilled brats. All proceeds from the Big Taste Grill will benefit the Brian Piccolo Fund. The Johnsonville Big Taste Grill will also be in Deacon Tailgate Town for the football game versus Miami on Saturday, October 31st.
For members, BestHealth of WFUBMC presents "Inspiration from Cancer Survivors" on Friday, October 30th from 11 AM until 1 PM. First view the quirky, dark comedy, Jonna’s Body, Please Hold, chronicling a cancer patient’s journey through cancer. Then listen as a panel of cancer survivors shares their personal experiences. Box lunches provided.
YOU MUST PREREGISTER FOR THIS EVENT.
Note for non-members: $15 gives you a LIFETIME BestHealth Membership, which is quickly recouped using these fabulous local discounts available to BestHealth members.
Walgreen's, Robinhood & Polo, where I'm picking up a box of photocards for Thanksgiving. Traditionally Thanksgiving doesn't warrant sending out mass mail, of course, but since I'm all gung-ho about Operation Save the USPS, 20 more people from my correspondence list soon will be enjoying the fruits of my online photocard building endeavors. "It's about time!" they'll say. "We haven't had a photocard from her since Halloween!"
Our professor's name was Ann Darr, which in my mind was always said deeply and with gusto.
We met once a week for four hours for Advanced Poetry Workshop. The only poems we read were ours. One of my poems once reduced everyone to misty tears, which horrified me immensely, until I realized the feedback was all good. A question of word choice there, meter there, but all good.
But the highlight of every session was when Packy, who was from wartorn Belfast, read his work. Everything sounded poetic and wonderful in his trills and lilts and stretched out vowel sounds, and every girl would sigh almost without fail.
And then one day he read a poem about the unexpected loss of his brother, how cold it was in Belfast that day, how gray the sky, how his brother would "ne'er ope his eyes again." We shook our heads and wept, male and female. Oh, how we wept. Finally one classmate summed it up for all of us, "Damn the English!" And Packy looked around the room as if we were all nuts and said in his beautiful brogue, "What ar ye all oon aboot? Twere he died oove cot death."
Established in 1976, Wake Forest University Press is a non-profit literary publisher located in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, on the campus of Wake Forest University. Although small among university presses, we are the major publisher of Irish poetry in North America.
We publish approximately four to six titles per year, all from native Irish poets.
note: I edited this late this afternoon. All day long it niggled at me, but I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong. Finally I read Packy's bit aloud and remembered that he'd actually used the words "cot death" rather than "crib death". Both mean the same thing, of course; neither can be blamed on the English.
The Golden Triad Chorus of Sweet Adelines International Celebrating its 40th Anniversary proudly presents "Still Singing After All These Years" Saturday, November 14, 2009 Shows at 2pm and 7pm Parkway Presbyterian Church
Call 336-643-9890 for tickets In advance: $12 Adults/$10 Seniors and children At the door: $15 Adults/$13 Seniors Group Rates Available
This Sunday, November 1st, from 2 – 4 PM, wonderfully Southern poet Terri Kirby Erickson will read more awesome poetry from her recently published collection Telling Tales of Dusk at Imagine Flowers (560 N. Trade, Winston-Salem).
Coffee and light refreshments will be provided by Chelsee’s Coffee Shop.
SueMo obviously needed the motorcycle chick. As awesome as the Aztec warrior looks beside her, I decided Mr. SueMo needed Chichen Itza instead. And clearly the blonde children feeding churros to a burro needed to come with me.
The food at the newly opened Señor Bravo is truly delicious, (I had Huevos a la Mexicana and heartily recommend them), but the complimentary wallet calendars? ¡Fantásticos!
Señor Bravo is located at 241 S Marshall Street (the previous South by Souhwest location).
If my father, lover of face jugs, were still alive, I would have bought it. I would have put it at the back of the top shelf of the linen closet, and there it would have stayed hidden behind obsolete lampshades until after Thanksgiving. I would have needed a box, of course, and some bubble wrap to keep it safe from harm from my father, the notorious and unapologetic package-shaker.
Christmas morning he would have opened it and started chortling with glee. "What in tarnation is it?" he would have asked eventually. "It's a bank," I would have said. "You hang him on the wall and stick your coins in his forehead."
My father would have hung it on the wall facing the door so that guests would have seen it the first thing when they came in. He would have given my boys coins out of his own pocket when they came over so they could put them in for him. On the days they did not, he would have put his loose change in a jar on his dresser for the next time.
And when the bank was full, he would have taken it off the wall, had them help sort out the coins on top of the coffee table and tot it up. Then he would have told them he'd been saving up to buy them an ice cream cone at Mayberry all along.
Reynolda Manor Branch Library is currently showing an exhibit put together by The Military Order of the Purple Heart Chapter 638 & the Ladies Auxiliary of the same.
My father and all four of his brothers served active duty during wartime, the oldest three during World War II (my father was USN, Pacific Theatre) and the younger two in Korea. I've always considered it lucky beyond all odds that not only did all five brothers come home, they did so without one Purple Heart earned.
Community Country Breakfast Messiah Moravian Church 1401 Peace Haven Road Saturday, October 31st 7:30-11:30 AM
Come join us for a fresh, homemade country breakfast including ham, sausage, tenderloin, eggs, stewed apples, biscuits and gravy, pancakes, fresh homemade preserves, coffee, milk, and orange juice. $5 per adult, $3 for children 3-8 and free for children under 3. Tickets are available in the Church Office.
re: The Frustration-Free Package is recyclable and comes without excess packaging materials such as hard plastic clamshell casings, plastic bindings, and wire ties. It's designed to be opened without the use of a box cutter or knife and will protect your product just as well as traditional packaging. Products with Frustration-Free Packaging can frequently be shipped in their own boxes, without an additional shipping box.
Bolding mine. Hey, remember when we could shake a wrapped present and, based on the sound and feel of the movement inside, actually hazard a guess as to the contents? Remember opening gifts without having an arsenal of knives, screwdrivers, and heavy-duty scissors onhand?
Thank you so much, Amazon, for returning our traditions. May all the world's children one day know a better, clamshell-free world.
PS: Next please tackle the rampant overuse of giftbags even for easily-wrapped items.
You know how on top of a Moravian sugarcake there are those sort of pools of brown sugar, and how if you eat strategically, you can sometimes have a bite that tastes of pure buttery, cinnamony sweetness, with not even a hint of the potato flour cake underneath? These little morsels from The Fresh Market taste exactly like that bite. Not at all cult-friendly, but holy, are they tears-to-your-eyes delicious. The Fresh Market
... And now my eyes have betrayed me. Once upon a time, I was the possessor of perfect vision. This made me happy.
Recently I've found myself holding menus and other printed items at arm's length in a futile attempt to bring them into focus. Alas, my eyes have outgrown my arms, and now the only thing perfect about my vision is my 20/20 hindsight.
Hey, how's your hindsight?
Your mission: We've had some great photo contests here, haven't we? Pick one (or three) previous LiF photo contests you didn't win. Submit the photo you should have taken, the one you could have sent in, the one that would have won. Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
This time, you MAY NOT submit a previously submitted, non-accoladed photo. It would completely miss the point, yanno?
Your entry constitutes a one time use grant (two if you garner judge praise). You retain ownership of your work.
You are solely responsible for any damages arising from your entry, as well as any tax concerns should you win.
Entries deemed as inappropriate by yours truly will not be considered.
Do not add a signature or watermark to your photo.
Contest entries must be received by 5 pm EST on Friday, October 30th 2009.
Judging: An esteemed judge (or two) with splendid hindsight will select one winner. Not the only consideration: photographic skill. Your entry will be judged solely on that intangible quality we call je ne sais quoi. (That's a fancy way of saying "Whichever wind blows the judge's skirt up.")
Prize: A $10 giftcard to Barnes & Noble, purveyor of books I can no longer read without glasses.
GOOD LUCK, Y'ALL!
my phonophoto: Reading glasses. Mine. I feel like Methuselah.
I've always wondered what it would be like to live a whole life in one place. We've lived in this house now for almost 5 and a half years, and that's the longest I've lived in any one residence since I was 15.
Also from Mrs. Tuttle's obituary: "She leaves big shoes to fill."
This week has been a festival of madness from Monday on, and tomorrow promises to fit in nicely. It's "dress as a book character day" for grades K-2. Shown is the youngest's costume.
The older students may decorate pumpkins as book characters. I threatened to shame the oldest at Skatehaven (elementary school spirit night) by doing Shoot The Moons And Other Fantastical Roller Tricks if he so much as thought about adding to the craft mayhem. He considered it for a second, but when I did an impressive leap across the kitchen, ending with a gymnastics pose worthy of an Olympian, he elected to forgo this pumpkin decorating opportunity.