Archive for the Just Another Mary Monday Category

This story, like so many of my misadventures, starts with my beloved husband Dale (whom, I might add, wholeheartedly supports my columns about him). Some background: Dale has had his share of driving mishaps. Last year, for instance, he ran over his sister’s goat. Thankfully, we see everything with a sense of humor in our family – even the death of a sweet goat. Dale paid his sister so she could buy a new goat, and he also earned a new nickname: Goat Killer. It’s become a long-running joke – one of our great friends even

There’s nothing worse than being sick. Actually, maybe there is – being sick and having no medicine. I know all about this, thanks to a series of respiratory illnesses and my beloved Great Dane, Carly. As you may remember from Mondays past, Carly has an affinity for eating odd household items – like comforters, pillows, loveseat cushions, and…refrigerator magnets. My allergies have been worse than ever this year, and after I crawled out of bed to get some sweet over-the-counter relief, I found the remains of Carly’s latest treat: an empty box of Allegra.

In times of trouble, you can’t go wrong with a healthy dose of Mr. Rogers. If anyone can find a silver lining in a hurricane, it’s a friendly, red cardigan-wearing puppeteer who can calmly explain divorce to children. So, in the wake of Hurricane Florence, I turned to our friendly neighbor for some much-needed advice. As he said, “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”” So I went looking. And, as

I’ve been starting my Mondays off at Matchmaker Logistics for the past seventeen years – that’s eight hundred and eighty-seven Mondays for those keeping score at home. I’m lucky to spend my Monday mornings doing something I love. But not everyone is as lucky as I’ve been. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average American switches jobs every 4.2 years. And while the prospect of the grass being greener in another position is often tempting, the job search itself can be exhausting. In the age of the Internet, job searches aren’t limited to the locals

I’m not complaining, but Summertime in the South can require a lot of gear. Coolers for picnics, drink cups and koozies for sporting events, and towels for a day at the beach. Fortunately, we’ve developed a method of keeping track of whose goodies are whose – and that’s monogramming everything. The desire to put our initials all over everything is nothing new. Humans have been monogramming things for thousands of years. Ancient Greek city-states were branding coins with their initials as far back as 350 BC. In the Middle Ages, monograms were reserved for royalty or