A history of my world in 100 objects #23-24

When a family friend recently sent me this beer mitten, it didn’t initially occur to me that this picture, meant to show the gift in action, would be ideal for the 100 objects project. Of course, it totally is, though. The beer mitten itself isn’t one of the objects (though give me awhile…it’s pretty awesome and getting plenty of love!).

Instead, object 23 is the Washington Redskins, whose team colors are so perfectly represented in this beer mitten. I’m a cradle-to-grave Skins fan, singing Hail to the Redskins before I could walk (or so the story goes!).

Object 24 is the beer I’m holding. Though not a beer lover in my youth, I’m a fairly recent convert to this frothy beverage. There’s nothing better than an ice cold beer on a summer evening on the porch, while watching the game in front of the fireplace, or over a slice a pizza. I’m no connoisseur, preferring a light beer to a seasonal ale or heavy brew. But it hits the spot, nonetheless.

Cheers…and hail!



A history of my world in 100 objects #22

Oh Thrashers. You will never know how much you mean to me. From the minute I arrive in Ocean City, Maryland, I swear I can smell you. Never has a potato turned into something so delicious. Nothing responds better to a topping of salt and vinegar.

Oh Thrashers. I love you.



A history of my world in 100 objects #20 & 21

Young. Fresh out of college. Naive. Green. Married.

It’s so funny how grown up and mature we think we are at 21 years old. I was in love with my college sweetheart, and marriage seemed like the logical next step.

We’re so very blessed, because for all the growing and maturing we’ve done over the past decade, we’ve grown and matured together. Still in love. Still a team. Still happy together.

But this past decade had brought so many changes–3 children, 3 moves (one overseas), 3 years abroad, changes in jobs and career paths. The list is endless. I can see why so many who marry young end up as divorce statistics.

We’ve been blessed. I’ll never take that, these rings, our promise, my Marcus, for granted.



A history of my world in 100 objects #19


This is my favorite Christmas decoration. It has been since I was a little girl. My Nanee’s house was always a holiday wonderland, and most of her decorations were handmade. This was a gift from several years ago, a recreation if the one I remember playing with at her house in childhood.

This is one of my 100 objects because of more than the decoration itself. It encompasses so many of my childhood memories. Going to Nanee’s house to decorate was an annual tradition. I think about it every year around this time. I remember unpacking her boxes. Putting the decorations on the dozens of shelves that I swear that she had Poppy put up just for the holidays. Decorating her tree.

This decoration is my childhood.


A history of my world in 100 objects #16-18

My Bible (a gift at my confirmation from Aunt Betsy), a statue of Mary and Jesus (a first communion gift) and “The Catechism of the Catholic Church.”

See if you can guess something about me, just from these three objects. I bet you can.

I may not be the best Catholic. I’m not in church every week. I haven’t read the Bible from cover to cover. I can’t recite scripture. But I am Catholic. I believe in one God, the Father. I believe in His Son, Jesus Christ. I believe in the Holy Spirit. I believe that Mary was conceived within original sin and that she was a virgin when she became pregnant with Jesus. I believe that Jesus rose from the dead. I believe he later ascended into heaven. I believe that the Pope and Bishops and Priests are here to help lead us on the path to righteousness. I believe that nothing I do will ever be “good enough” for God…but that He’ll always forgive me and love me, anyway.

These three objects are the most important to help and remind me along the way.



A history of my world in 100 objects #15

I love reading. Love it. For as long as I can remember, I have devoured books. A good book becomes real for me because of my (over)active imagination. I laugh out loud, cry, fall in love, hate, worry, and smile while reading. I’ve been known to ignore everything and everyone for a good story.

These books aren’t favorites, or representative of my favorite genre. In fact, they’re my latest “to read” pile, which continues to grow faster than I can put a dent in it.

And that, of course, is as me as it gets.



A History of My World in 100 Objects #14

My iPhone ate the post I had done last week with #14, and I was too discouraged to do it again.

That, therefore, brings me to a completely different fourteenth object than I had originally intended to write about:  my iPhone.

I’ve been planning to write about this one since I started the 100 objects project, but I wanted to wait until I got a good picture.  And do you have any idea how hard it is to get a good picture of your iPhone with your iPhone?  Now you now.

I consider myself fairly tech-saavy.  But I was never into cell phones like my sisters were.  In fact, I always just had the cheapest phone I could find, and rarely used it anyway.  I had never sent a text message before 2008 (and even then there were only a few of them).  I had never heard of an app.  I didn’t know what a smartphone was.

When we returned home from living overseas, my husband bought me an iPhone.  A love affair was born.

3 years later, and I still love my iPhone.  I carry it everywhere.  I do more on it now than I do on the computer, except for actual typing and writing.  I might be a little obsessed…but I’m not planning to give it up anytime soon.

Practical Uses for my iPhone