When I was growing up, I didn’t want to hear the word “No.” No kid does, really.
“Will you play with me?” No.
“Can I spend the night with Ginger?” No.
“Can I have another cookie?” No.
“Can I stay up late?”
“Can we order pizza?”
No, no and no. Continue reading…
The Spirit of Christmas gets a lot of attention nowadays, so today I want to talk about a lesser-known spirit – the Spirit of Thanksgiving.
There aren’t three ghosts that go with this one, nor Ebenezer Scrooge, holiday trees, or a cartoonish old guy with presents. Nope, the best the Spirit of Thanksgiving can offer are little kids wearing hastily glued construction paper Indian feathers and pilgrim hats. And cornucopias…although the black metal cornucopia in Hunger Games will probably have kids in art classes everywhere messed up for years. Continue reading…
When I think about the best coffee I have ever had, I think it would have to have been in Brazil.
There is a famous statue of the Christ in Rio de Janeiro called the Corcovado. Corcovado means “hunchback” in Portuguese, like the shape of the mountain that the statue is perched upon. I had always secretly wanted to see the statue after being mesmerized by the Corcovado and surrounding scenery in “Romeo + Juliet.” (Well, mesmerized first by Leonardo DiCaprio, then the Corcovado, if we’re being honest.) Thus, when finding out I had an overnight stay in Rio en route to Natal, Brazil, I seized the opportunity to visit the famous statue. Continue reading…
This weekend I drove down to Alabama to take my 88-year-old grandmother out for a birthday dinner. She is my last remaining grandparent, and her birthday was earlier this fall. I have to say, when sitting down for a cup of coffee, there are few people on this earth I would rather drink coffee with than Tressie Carlean. Continue reading…
If I had a favorite beverage besides coffee, it would have to be Diet SunDrop. Those of you who have never had Diet SunDrop, I pity you. It’s similar to Diet Mt. Dew, but more awesome. Growing up, you knew you had officially come of age in the Hudson house when Mom let you drink SunDrop at the dinner table. Continue reading…
This could be a lot longer than just one blog post, but for the sake of today’s post…
One of my favorite things on Facebook is hearing the hilarious things that the children of my friends with kids say. One of my friends and her young son Rhett were having a discussion at the kitchen counter one morning. She had two vitamins in her hand, and Rhett asked what they were. “Vitamins, so I’ll have some energy,” she said. He looked at her soberly and said, “I think you’ll need more than two.”
Those of you who know me, know I took a trip awhile back to several different countries – Brazil, the United Kingdom, Tanzania, China and Honduras for an casual observation of Christianity around the globe. One of the highlights of my stay was visiting London and getting to see St. Paul’s Cathedral.
Today, St. Paul’s is nearly hidden in the city’s financial district, as modern London has grown up around it during the years and now threatens to squash it.
A few days ago, I posted about the problem with statistics and the 47% of Americans who have gone crazy over 47%. This afternoon, as I sit watching the first dry leaves of fall flutter from the treetops, I think of a different analogy.
The most popular percentage of the hour is 47%. (The unemployment statistic can’t make up its mind and for those of you who missed it, “We are the 98%” is so nine months ago.)
Don’t worry – this post isn’t going to tell you which party you should support or who to vote for. Heaven knows there’s enough of that going around. This post was actually inspired by a conversation two friends of mine had on Facebook following the first presidential debate. The conversation went something like this:
Confession – I have somehow gotten sucked into Secret Princes on TLC. I have absolutely no idea how this happened. I think my DVR recorded it for me while I was thinking I was watching The Situation Room on CNN. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
The show follows four secret princes (two princes and two English lords) undercover in Atlanta as they try to find the girl of their dreams who will love them for who they are and not their title.
Awww….
And while it is kind of hilarious to watch four foreign guys try to hit on chicks like their lives depended on it, the funny thing about the show is actually watching them try and adjust to living undercover and doing simple things like making coffee, sharing a bathroom or doing laundry for the first time.
There may not be any deeper meaning behind this blog post today.
Secret Princes on TLC. I’m just sayin….