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February 2011

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Unfortunately, this is the only good thing I wrote last week

Marguerite McLaughlin Brake passed away February 23, 2011 in Oklahoma City. She was born on October 29, 1910 in Coalgate, OK. She was the third of five children born to Henry and Etta Lacy McLaughlin. She attended school in Coalgate and in Oklahoma City. On March 13, 1943 she married Capt. John Brake, U.S. Army. They were married 46 years. “Uncle Johnny” preceded her in death in 1989. Marguerite was a faithful employee of the Southwestern Bell Telephone Company for 50 years. She was the first female manager in the Oklahoma City office. She was a member of the Pilot Club International, the UMW, Republican Women, and enjoyed her weekly Bridge games with “the girls.” She also enjoyed volunteering in her community, particularly at The Lyric Theatre.

“Aunt Marguerite” was preceded in death by her father, her mother, her husband, her brothers, Gratton, Charles, and Lucian McLaughlin; her sister, Bessie Rafferty; and many other treasured relatives and friends. She is survived by her nieces, Doris Jean Kupka and Linda McLaughlin Lawson and her husband Jim; and great-nephews Bob Smith and his wife Debbie and Don McLaughlin Jr. and his wife Elizabeth. She is also survived by five great-great nieces, four great-great nephews, nine great-great-great nieces, and four great-great-great nephews.

Visitation will be on Wednesday evening at Hahn-Cook and the funeral service will be Thursday, March 3 at 2:00 p.m. followed by interment at Rose Hill Cemetery.

Feb 27, 20116 notes
Feb 23, 201111 notes
Dear Big Love writers,

Are you trying to make the show so unwatchable that we won’t miss it once this final season ends? If so, you’re doing a great job. Keep up the good work.

Feb 21, 2011
Feb 20, 2011
Last Week's Highlights *Long* *Feel Free to Skip*

I haven’t posted much this week. I’ve really been trying to do you all a favor. This has been a very high/low week and I’m still processing. But here are some of the low/highlights:

  • Sunday/Monday: Caught the kids virus from hell. In addition to the usual fever and body aches, its most notable symptom was that my tongue was dry. Ick! I’m glad that passed.
  • Tuesday: Named Interim Director of my small historic house museum. There was much rejoicing until I realized “Oh shit! EVERYTHING that happens here is now MY responsibility. Did I mention we all but run out of money EVERY July since I started working there in 2006? Awesome. Can’t wait for this summer. I mention this in a massive moment of panic to my mom. (She’s not usually the kind of mom you confide your worries to.) She reveals that they are setting up a portion of my elderly great-great aunt’s sizable estate into a Foundation. She mentions that my non-profit experience at the museum might make me heir-apparent to run it. I spend 24 hours envisioning how responsibly I could use her $$ to do good for this community. Not to mention, getting to spend more time with the kids than I do right now. I get really excited..
  • Wednesday: Mom informs me that SHE will be running Aunt M’s Foundation after all. But my museum is “welcome” to apply for a grant when it’s all set up in the next year or so. (My mom was never going to let me run the Foundation-building my hopes up to dash them has been a favorite activity of hers since I was about 8. I can’t believe I fell for it 30 years later…) Then, I take my daughter to her Wednesday night church activity. My bishop corners me and asks why I haven’t been to the temple in a few years. I surprise myself (and him) by bursting into tears and telling him how much I hated the church’s involvement in Prop 8 and how alienated I’ve felt since then. He was surprisingly comforting about it. I did not expect that. And thus, I am still religiously confused…
  • Thursday: Three of the five kids wake up sick. I have no choice but to take them to mom’s with the baby. She is still gloating over her most recent ‘triumph’ over me. My sister’s birthday is tonight, but I have obligations to the teenaged girls I work with for most of the evening. And it’s all good because she doesn’t have time to celebrate herself. Life is like that. On the plus side, my chicken enchilada dip is a HUGE hit with the teenage crowd.
  • Friday: DH takes off work to take kids to the Dr. I am able to leave an hour early to pick up the healthy kids from school. We celebrate my grandmother and my sister’s birthday at my grandmother’s. I go without kids and spouse since most of them are sick and my grandma just turned 84. This is fun until my mom shows up and everyone fights about everything. My sisters go out to get drunk, I go home and crash. Everyone has their coping mechanisms, right?
  • Saturday: Everyone seems much better after 24 hours of antibiotics. Dad comes to watch my kids and screams at me for “turning your sisters against your mother in this whole Foundation thing” (turns out I’m not the only one who thinks the only person in the family who already knows the in’s and out’s of non-profit work should run our family foundation). He also yells at me for letting my son use his old Beanie Babies for BB rifle target-practice. I tell him I’m 38 and he doesn’t get to come into my house and yell at me. I leave in tears to go help hostess a long-awaited baby shower. The tears dry up the minute I arrive at my friend’s house and am surrounded by the same people I went crying to when he yelled at me as a teen. (Possibly the best thing about still living in the same place I grew up.) The shower is a lot of fun and seeing my dear friend’s big belly after years of fertility treatments and miscarriages is the best part of it. After the shower, most of these same friends and I change clothes, meet for a nice dinner in OKC, and go to Beauty and the Beast. We are season ticket holders at the metro theatre and buy our seats together every year. Given the Disney theme, my finally healthy 6 year-old is my date for the evening.

At least we ended on a positive note, right? And if you survived reading this? Congratulations and PLEASE don’t unfollow. I promise to do this sparingly.

Feb 20, 2011
#my life #my mean old mommy #I have the best friends ever

Because I now work full-time, Saturday mornings are my only time to do the bi-weekly grocery shopping. I resent this intrusion on the one day that I could potentially sleep in each week and so I go as soon as I roll out of bed because if I stop to shower and think about it for a few minutes, I get sidetracked and arrive with the weekend crowd instead of beating it.

However, I may have to re-think that strategy because upon greeting me this morning; the Wal Mart cashier followed up by asking if I would be using WIC or food stamps for my transaction.* No cashier in the history of my shopping career has EVER asked me that previously. Did I really look bad enough at a grocery store with a website dedicated to the scary appearances of some of it’s patrons to warrent that question?

Maybe it’s time for me to stop leaving the house without make-up. Sigh…

*This was not intended as an insult to anyone who has ever or will ever use WIC or food stamps. We all need a little help sometimes. I’m just poking fun at myself, as usual.

Feb 19, 2011
Feb 18, 20117 notes
Blah, blah busy, job, sick kids, etc...

I’ve got great excuses, but the real reason I haven’t posted much is because I got nothin’. So, I’ll try this instead. Any questions? Ask ‘em right here. And here’s the mini-bio I posted previously if it helps.

Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 20114 notes
So, um...by the way... I'm the Interim Director here now.

And it looks like I’ll never have to post on Tumblr again. So, yay and boo.

Feb 16, 201110 notes
I was wrong

First, the central heat and air unit malfunctioned and filled our entire downstairs with smoke. Then, a pipe burst in the wall due to the cold. Once we fixed that. The water line to the washer froze leaving this mama of 5 unable to do laundry. Tonight, my husband flipped a light switch causing a bulb to arc and scorch our ceiling. I once posted here that our house hated us. I take it back. It’s actively trying to kill us.

Feb 16, 20118 notes
If you can't say something nice...

Posts written by someone who has always been a bit jaded about Valentine’s Day and who is also suffering through the worst stage of whatever virus my daughter brought home seemed like a bad idea today. So, I abstained. You’re welcome.

Feb 14, 20113 notes
The Muppet Show, Sesame Street or Fraggle Rock? → mentalfloss.com

ballerinainchrist:

Tough but awesome…as are all things Muppetty. :-)

Tough choice, but The Muppet Show FTW!

Feb 14, 20112 notes
Forget about how cheesy anyone finds it. Reblog this with your favorite romantic line from a film.

cleapow:

thejohnblog:

“As you wish.” - The Princess Bride

“It was nobody’s fault but my own, I was looking up. It was the nearest thing to heaven. You were there. Oh darling, don’t worry darling, if you can paint I can walk, don’t you think darling?”

- An Affair to Remember

“I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

-When Harry Met Sally

Feb 14, 2011199 notes
Something that Explains A Lot About Me

I just unsubbed from the Borders Rewards emails because I never did anything but delete them from my Inbox. However, I found myself lying on the exit survey and checking the box that gave my reason as “I have a different email address” even though the real reason was that their offers didn’t interest me. With all the talk of bankruptcy, I just couldn’t bear to hurt their feelings with the truth.

Yes, I am that pathetic.

Feb 13, 20118 notes
Feb 12, 2011
The Saturdays I Like Best

It is almost 11 a.m. The two older girls who were at sleepovers last night are home. The oldest still glowing from last night’s dance. My 6 year-old who was miserably sick yesterday seems to be much better this morning. I am still in my pj’s and we are all lounging on the couch watching the Rankin/Bass version of The Hobbit in honor of our recent completion of the book. Aside from a late lunch with my girlfriends in a few hours, there is nothing on today’s to-do list whatsoever. I could easily hit the ‘pause’ button on my life. And just for today, I think I will.

Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 201130 notes

No you’re chaperoning a youth dance, watching your daughter have her first “date,” and wondering when the hell you got this old.

(By “date” they mean that their moms brought them and they are hanging out together tonight under our attempted casual observation. There may be some maternal angst going on. Maybe.)

Feb 11, 201110 notes
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