The Social Security Administration recently announced that the most popular baby names for 2011 were Sophia and Jacob.
This is the 13th year in a row that Jacob topped the list for boys and the first year for Sophia, who knocked Isabella to No. 2 after a two-year stint at the top of the female list.
Only one new name made the top 10 on either list this year. Mason rocketed to No. 2 from outside the top 10 to replace Anthony on the boysâ€™ side.
It was also reported that Elvis has returned to the top 1,000, coming in at No. 904 on the rankings. That's good. Elvis needs to be there.
For many years my minister spouse has collected what is known among the church folk as bulletin bloopers.
These are basically mistakes â€” some caused by typos, some resulting from misplaced words, some stringing the wrong words together that change the meaning, often drastically and embarrassingly so â€” but basically they're little pieces of funny stuff that weren't intended to be so.
No cash in the pocketbook? Well, just put that on the charge-a-plate
As a Lucille Ball zealot, I can fill in the dialogue on most of the old "I Love Lucy" episodes.
Truth be told, I've seen these reruns so many times that I think I could play any of the characters â€” maybe even Little Ricky.
In addition to their entertainment value, these old shows are trips in nostalgia. They trigger many memories of life as I remember it from earlier years.
A recent posting (see blog at www.mysaline.com “Received a letter in the mail about Dennis Milligan”) has rekindled discussion about my declining Mr. Milligan’s request to swear him in on January 1, 2011. I have been called a “misfit,” among other things, and an embarrassment to the judiciary. The Code of Judicial Conduct allows me to respond to such criticism.
Sometimes when a columnist sets out to write a weekly column, he or she is frustrated by a lack of readily available reference material on the chosen topic.
This is not one of those times.
As a matter of fact, the more I searched, the more I was flabbergasted by the magnitude of the horrors, woes, and ills being heaped upon mankind by the evil, evil, EVIL United Nations. Did I mention they are evil?
Fine dining fascinates me. Not that I'm going to be overseeing a fancy soiree or anything of that nature, nonetheless I am intrigued by the effort and talent that go into such an event.
I like eating with sterling flatware, real china and crystal goblets, but these aren't included in my current lifestyle. Most of the time I eat my meals on a TV table in a living room that serves as a rehab facility of sorts.
Life can become really complicated. Sometimes we are to blame for the complications, and sometimes matters are beyond our control.
I work in a profession that brings me into contact with sick and hurting people on a daily basis. Many of the them are struggling with complicated situations that medicine alone cannot fix. We live in a stressful time. We surely need one anotherâ€™s care, support, and prayers.
Easter is a defining moment in a Southern girl's upbringing.
When I was growing up, it meant a new dress for Sunday School and church and family events that followed.
This was an especially big thing for little girls in small towns, like Cotton Plant, where the Methodist Church was the center of our social life at Easter time and pretty much year-round.
This being the week before Easter, there will be lots of stories in the news about various events all over the place. Passover is also coming, and will bring its accompanying events. This is a special week, indeed.
Hopefully there will be peace in both the United States and Israel for all these events.
There are many people hard at work trying to stir up trouble over all manner of issues. These folks have made a career out of preventing peace. Beware of people whose faces are constantly before you in the media, spewing forth discord and hate.
Years ago my spouse told me that I asked more questions than anyone he'd ever known.
"Well, think about what I do every day," I countered. "Newspaper people are supposed to ask questions. That's the way we find out how to inform the rest of you folks."
Ed snickered, then said, "I can't prove it since I didn't know you earlier, but I'll venture a bet that you didn't start asking all these questions after you became a reporter. You probably were already that way."
He started to walk away, then turned and added, "I'll bet you were born that way."