Pauline Baird Jones

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    August Heard It’s My Birthday

    I have tried hiding from my birthday (not because of my age, you understand, it’s just that my birthdays tend to go horribly wrong), but I think August heard. It’s been hosing me ALL month. So I thought I’d post some pictures of the fun presents I received. Early. Yes, I received all of these…

  • A Different Post Than I Planned

    I was going to write a totally different post today, but Life Happened and I decided I didn’t want to go there. (Had a great picture picked and everything, but it’s already Monday. I think we already know we’re on the skirmish line to a new week.) Was browsing through the hub’s Flickr page and…

  • A Symbolic Cling/Sandwich Post

    So this is one of those symbolic posts with a somewhat symbolic picture. I saw this image in the hub’s Flickr feed and thought, oh wow, that’s me. I’m hanging on for dear life and I might have a few prickles out. I’m a hermit who is often nudged out of her comfort zone by…

  • A Season to Learn

    When I was young, there was a very popular song called “Turn, Turn, Turn,” that become a hit in 1965. It was taken from the scripture: “To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.” For some reason, that song came back to me today when I was trying to…

  • Know What You’re Asking For

    This blog post was going to be about a very different topic. While my journey from one topic to another is kind of embarrassing, I’m glad to not be writing the whine-one-one post I’d originally planned. I’m weary of dwelling in that not-happy place. Besides, you can catch the highlights on Facebook as it unfolded.…

  • Wishing for …Something

    Do you ever just wake up some days and just wish for…something? There’s an itch in the middle of your spine, in that place you can’t quite reach and even your back scratcher can’t really take it away. It’s that sense that there’s something better or maybe just different, that’s just out of sight, if…

  • Opening Bags & Other Conundrums of Life

    How do you invent something you don’t know how to use? This question came up last week while the hubs and I were at the grocery store. A disclaimer here. I don’t KNOW that men invented those plastic bags. And my “sample” for this research project was small enough to be considered of the anecdotal…

  • Looking Down the Barrel & Finding Hope

    There are days when getting out of bed is an act of courage. Now when I think about what I could be facing—wars, pestilence, Mother Nature—waking with a cold is not a huge tragedy. It sucks, of course, but no, not a tragedy. One of our kids’ favorite books was Did I Ever Tell You…

  • Talking Trees (No, Not TO the Trees) and Surviving Stuff

    Last week, I talked numbers (even though numbers hate me and often mock me). I know it was a departure for me to talk about my adventures (NUD-ventures) in self publishing, but sometimes I just have to write stuff to get it out of my head. Since I’m not friends with Math, that was a…

  • My “No Formal Resolutions” Zone

    When I was a little girl, all the new year meant to me was that it would soon be time to go back to school. I didn’t like school that much. Resolutions? I don’t remember resolving to do anything except maybe play more. I also don’t remember when I was “introduced” to the notion of…