Columnist, Sheila
Moss, is a free-lance writer from Tennessee. She writes
funny stuff about southern life, women's issues, family
matters and anything else that she finds amusing.
She is
seen weekly in the Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, Daily News of Kingsport (online) and
appears in a monthly humor publication called Foolish
Times. She has written for Atlanta Woman Magazine,
and a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books have recently published a number of her
articles in their Let There Be Laughter series of
books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous other publications, both print and online.
She is a board member and the Web
Editor of Columnists.com, website of the National Society of Newspaper
Columnists, the
oldest and largest professional organization
for news columnists. She is also the Web Editor of
SouthernHumorists.com, as well as this website, HumorColumnist.com.
To carry her self- syndicated weekly column in your
newspaper, or
to republish an
article, please contact her.
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Where,
oh, where do they all come from? I work during the week, and
presumed that everyone else did too. From the looks of the
Interstate in the morning going into the city, the whole world
commutes to downtown.
Imagine my surprise the other day when I took a day off work and
had to make a trip to the local Wal-Mart. Everyone will be at
work, I thought. The place will be empty. I'll park at the front
and run in and grab what I need in no time.
Wrong, wrong, oh, so wrong! The place was packed! It was almost
as bad as it is on Saturday.
You
may find this hard to believe, but it is absolutely true. I have
invisible dust at my house. I know it is invisible because no
one can see it except me. The furniture can have enough of the
stuff to rival a hazardous waste dump, but my family continues
in their daily activities, simply ignoring it as if it were not
there.
Surely, if they could see what I see, someone would say, "I
think it's time to clean," and run full speed for the
feather duster.
Only mums and
dogs love you unconditionally. The umbilical cord is not cut at
the hospital, regardless of what doctors and medical books say.
It can stretch as far as it needs to, even around the world
without breaking.
A mum always knows where her children are and what they are up
to. Some people think they are psychic Others think
they have eyes in the back of their head. They also have super
hearing and can hear a naughty word from fifty yards away. But
their most phenomenal sense is sight. They can see clothes that
are not hung up even when they are hidden under the bed.
We've
been hearing a lot in the news about a disease called swine
flu. Laughter is always the best medicine for flu or any other
illness. From the funny farm, these are the
symptoms:
YOU MIGHT HAVE SWINE FLU IF. . .
* You always pig out at food bars.
* You got a traffic ticket for being a road hog.
* You only go to work to bring home the bacon.
* You call your bathtub the wallowing hole.
I
became a girl who wore glasses when I was just a little thing, about 7
years old, if my memory serves me correctly -- and it's possible that
it doesn't as that was a long time ago.
I always had to go to Charlotte to an eye specialist as my vision
problem was not something that could be treated by the doctors in the
small North Carolina town where I lived. They were so bad that I even
had surgery on my eyes at one point.
WASHINGTON
DC - There is another new Top Dog in the White House. It is not
a Portuguese Water Dog; however, it is an unusual dog known as a
Somalia Pirate Dog. The new dog is named "NO",
ťwhich
is a word that will probably be heard a lot in the dog's new
home.
This new dog is not a pedigree dog. He is a mongrel who grew up
in the streets. Abandoned by his first owner, he learned to do
whatever he had to do to survive. Eventually he ended up in an
animal shelter, where he did hard time until he was rescued. The
Somalia Pirate Dog was a gift to the Obama's from Congress -- yet
another bailout.
Did you ever try to find a turtleneck top in the summer? I'm here to tell you
folks, it isn't easy.
Last winter the Land's End catalog was full of them, all colors. They even came
in tall sizes with long sleeves that are a few inches longer than the average
turtleneck like you find in stores.
Lately, I have found that I have a legitimate need for turtleneck tops. I had no
idea they were so hard to find. I recently had surgery on my neck. The incision
healed, but it left a nasty looking scar on my neck, hard to hide with anything
other than a turtleneck.
Good
old Spring! The warmer weather seems to have brought out
the solicitors in my neighborhood like the dandelions. I
can't remember ever having so many people selling door-to-door.
I don't know if it is the bad economy, or some other phenomenon
that I've not figured out yet.
Just the other day someone came to the door wanting to sell me
new windows for my house. I have windows, of course, but theirs
were some fancy kind that you can wash from the inside.
"Your neighbor down the street just bought new ones from
us," he said.
What can I do? What can I do? The vacuum cleaner
is sitting there waiting for me. I hate to vacuum. It is one of
the best bad inventions ever. I've tried all kinds of vacuum
cleaners, but it doesn't seem to matter what kind I have, they
are all basically the same. They suck.
They seem to have a mind of their own about what they will eat.
Oh, sure, as long as the floors do not have any loose objects on
them, things go well. The vac will hum along okay and pick up
the loose dust and deposit it inside its paper belly.