kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
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"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

25 January 2011

inspired by a missing potato

My friend Candice over at The Carolina Housewife wrote a post today about a missing potato. It reminded me of this:

Once upon a time, when I was probably about ten or eleven years old, my family sat at the kitchen table. I was writing/drawing something with a lovely sparkly gold pencil. You know the kind - gold glitter. You only use it when you're a kid because the glitter gets everywhere and it's pretty uncomfortable to hold. But I was a kid, so of course I loved every minute of that gold pencil. Long story short, I dropped that gold pencil as I was doodling, heard it hit the floor, but we couldn't find it. We looked everywhere, but it had vanished. We never saw the pencil again. Ever since that day, when someone in my family can't find something, we say it must be with that pencil.

So, Candice, perhaps your missing potato is wherever that gold pencil of mine vanished to.

3 comments:

Mrs. Davis @ The Carolina Housewife said...

May that potato RIP with your gold pencil.

Amen.

PS- I had a silver pencil just like that!

lotusgirl said...

:) Crazy.

Karen said...

I think that the pencil (and maybe the potato) must have been translated.