The Wedding Planner

Engagement Ring

As I mentioned somewhere on this blog, I became engaged this past May.  We didn't really have a date in mind, but we knew that the Spring or Fall of 2017 was what we were shooting for.  Now, it looks like April, 2017 is the time.

It's nice to have it narrowed down to a month.  There is a specific date in April; I just can't remember it.  I'm a guy; details aren't my forte.  What can I say?

Bet I'll be there, though.

The Dream

I want to share the delights and the process of designing a quilt.

I don't want to talk about the technical ways to design because there are many different technical ways to design a quilt.

Rather, I want to talk about the spiritual and philosophical aspects of design.

It's a funny thing to write about something that seems so organic to me.  It's sort of like explaining how I breath or eat.

The Week in Review

There's no one thing that has struck my fancy to write about this week, but there's lots of things happening, so I thought I'd just recap the week.

Speaking Our Minds

For decades I have heard parents of college age children complain about the dangers of the university environment.  Largely, they are right about the ideological leaning of campuses around the country and the danger that the campus culture poses to unprepared students.

Just when I thought that the craziness could not become crazier, the idea of "safe spaces" and "trigger warnings" burst onto the scene.  A safe space?  When I was growing up, a safe space theoretically protected one from nuclear holocaust, but, to these weak-minded wimps, it protects them from getting their feelings hurt.  Good Lord in heaven above, we have raised a country full of spoiled-brat whiners.

Heaven help us.

But, into the darkness comes John (Jay) Ellison, Ph.D., Dean of Students at the University of Chicago.

The Land of the Free

An interesting story is in the press this weekend.  Colin Kaepernick, quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, has hit the headlines by refusing to stand up for the national anthem before games.

I have no beef with Kaepernick.  He's heavily involved in charity work and he's always been a model citizen.

This move on his part is a bit puzzling to me, however.

Licensed to Carry (Your Junk)

Here we are after the Mother's Heart quilt and Regarding Dutch.  It's a hard reality of life that a well thought-out and technically precise quilt posted along with a warm introduction to a wonderful mother gets less than half the views of a few cute puppy photos.  I reckon that's why people post so many YouTube videos of kittens and puppies.  That's where the money is.

For the more hardy amongst you, I hope you enjoyed meeting my mom.  She's worth the effort.

Guys and Dolls

I'm not politically correct.  Partly because I'm a grouch and I hate such nonsense, and, partly, because PC is anathema to thoughtful public discourse.

For those from Arkansas, that means that you can't talk right about things when the man tells you what you're supposed to think.



Dutch 11 weeks

Hell, what am I thinking... if you're from Arkansas, you probably can't read anyway.  Seriously, they chose a pig for their university mascot.  Get real.

I was thinking a few politically incorrect thoughts this weekend.  Shouldn't come as a surprise because ALL my thoughts are politically incorrect because I am politically incorrect.  If you're not from Arkansas, I'm sure you see the connection.

Here are all three of my big thoughts:

1. Dogs are not Humans.
2. Women are not Men.
3. Men are not Women.

Lemonade or Mountains?

When life gives lemons, make lemonade.  So says the collective wisdom of the grey-hairs who have gone before.

Is it so?

While I tire of endless Facebook posts about what kind of muffin you chose for breakfast today or your latest drama, I feel compelled to write about the setbacks that we face in the course of our normal lives.

Regarding Dutch

A girl's dreams are powerful things.  They can be overwhelming. 

Some dreams are small, some large.  Really large.

Meet Dutch:

Dutch
10 weeks, 30 pounds

He's one of the large dreams.

Confessions of a Pig

The Original Truck Bib

Last year, my fiancé finally got around to telling me that I'm a pig.  Duh.  I wonder what took her so long.

Specifically, she was talking about how I eat in a recliner.  I drop lots of ick on my shirt when I do.  I like to eat in a recliner in front of the TV more often than I probably should.

Being a woman of action, she got busy online and found a pattern for a bib.  Then she told me to make some so that I wouldn't make such a mess.

Being a man of good sense and uncommon discretion, I said, "Yes, dear," and got to work.

No dummy, me.