V is for…

[edited to add] ‘v’ is for Van Morrison… He is the huge thing I forgot.  Lordy.  He is, perhaps, my favorite.  Though moods can swing- let’s say top 3 of all time for sure.  Wow.  Thanks, Anna, for the reminder. 

‘v’ is for Vlasic… the only kind of pickles I buy.  Random memory: in elementary school, it was a BIG. DEAL. to bring a pickle (wrapped in foil) to lunch.  And none of these spears or slices… no.  A big, huge, dill pickle.  All the kids were doing it.

‘v’ is for vegetables… which I love.  Almost all of them.  Particularly, corn and yellow squash.  Oh, and broccoli.  And green peppers.  Mmmmmmm.

‘v’ is for veritas… as in, truth.  I’m for truth.  Friends, the comments and emails you sent about last Thursday’s post… really.  So sweet.  I have printed them all out and re-wallpapered my bedroom.  Well, not really.  That’s not the truth.  I did read them all.  I think many of us (most of us) are leading parallel lives and a few us may even be married to the same person.  My life is a great life.  There are wide boundaries and lots of creativity and oodles of space.  Unfortunately, I had stretched some of those boundaries a bit far.  It was (and is) time to reign in a few things in. I think it’s important to be honest with ourselves.  Slack, yes.  Laziness, no.  Well, not all the time.

some other truths: 

  • My husband would die without peanutbutter sandwiches.
  • I had apple pie for both breakfast and lunch this Saturday.
  • I am not sorry or embarrassed about that last statement.
  • It is illegal to throw an abandoned hoop skirt into any street or on any sidewalk, under penalty of a five- dollar fine for each offense.  (An actual law in Grand Haven, Michigan.  I kid you not.)
  • This was my 1985 passport photo.  I had just turned 8.  I was wearing my very favorite purple and turquoise sweater dress. 

kate (1985)

‘V’ is a short letter 🙂 Am I missing something huge? I mean, besides my feathered wings?

Happy Monday, Everyone.  We love you here at TexasNorth!

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TexasNorth is a little farm in Western Michigan. It's home to 5 chickens, 25 longhorn cattle, a coonhound (Banjo), 1 barn cat, a husband, and 3 ridiculously funny children. The mom of this zoo has been known to mow the lawn in a skirt and roast marshmallows after dark. View all posts by texasnorth

9 responses to “V is for…

  • Jessica "Haynie" Carr

    I cant believe how much Rylie looks Like you. At least from that picture!!!

    and if I have failed to mention it before Vlasic pickles is where my grandpa worked for 30 plus years. It is how my parents met and why I am here today. It was my first solid food. Vlasic is wonderful aint it!!

  • wende

    V is for Very good. And that’s all I’ve got before my coffee. 😀

  • Becky

    So cool that you had extensions at that age!
    Mmm apple pie and abandoned hoops skirts sounds good to me

  • Margie

    “V” is for Vine. Or so I say to my kids every time we work an alphabet puzzle with the colorful picture of such that lies below the letter equally as colorful letter.

  • Margie

    Is there any way to edit a comment AFTER it’s published??? Jeesh. That’s the second mistake I’ve made in as many times.

    But while we’re speaking of letters, I’d like to get back to Q. As in Quick, which you said you weren’t. I’m obviously not either, since I didn’t get the obvious-to-Curt-and-everyone-else obviousness about the gas tanks. My neighbor Amy B. was as uncertain as me. She gave me the courage to speak up and admit my idiocy.

  • anna

    Vino! I can’t believe you don’t mention vino! 😉

  • anna

    And Van Morrison! For writing “Brown Eyed Girl.” There may be a million songs about blue eyes, but we of the brown eyes got the best song about eyes ever, so there. 🙂

  • stephanie

    Anna completely took the words right outa my mouth! Vino…merlot, malbec, gloriousness. And Van…Into the Mystic, Crazy Love (Keith and I’s first dance at our wedding) Moondance. V is for “voila!”, just a fun word to say.

  • lisahudson

    You know who else would die without peanut butter sandwiches?? My daughter. Do you know who has been told her school is now a “NO PEANUT CAMPUS,” thereby meaning NO MORE PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICHES??? You got it. We’re grieving over here. Seriously!


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