Monday, December 7, 2009

Over the Interstate, Through the Traffic, To Uncle Jimmy's House We Go

Cathy-on-a-Stick would not be happy till I took her picture with the Thanksgiving turkey.

Both of them.

(P.S. If a sis-in-law asks you to hold Cathy-on-a-Stick for a minute, you should probably refuse.)

Monday, November 9, 2009

If It's Monday, It Must Be Monks

So, Cathy-on-a-Stick hung out in the Julia Thompson Smith Chapel on the Agnes Scott College campus, watching the monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery do their thing. Namely, creating a sand painting (called a mandala). Those monks were so focused on the task at hand, they didn't even notice a pic-on-a-stick, sneaking in to take a look. But did I get a pic of the monks with your favorite pic-on-a-stick?

C'mon, people. There are some things even Cathy-on-a-Stick won't do. (But she thought about it.)

Here's a few photos of the monks, deep in sand and creation:
Visit their monastery, if you're in the Atlanta area. (Yes, the Atlanta area. Who knew? Now, you do! Tons of details at

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Tales From the Pumpkin Patch

Once upon a time, there was a little cutie known as Cathy-on-a-Stick who wanted to spread a bit of Halloween cheer in the neighborhood. Namely, she wanted a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. But this particular little pic-on-a-stick had a bad, old back (and totally lacked in the opposable thumbs department). So, she was gonna need a hand (and thumbs and back and let's just throw in 20 bucks while we're at it).

"Who will help me get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch so that all the neighborhood kiddies will be delighted on Halloween and not throw eggs at my house?" she asked.

"Not I," said Oldest Junior Hall, dashing out the door to (possibly, but highly unlikely judging by the look on his face) work.

"If only I didn't have this camping thing!" said Juniorette Hall, peeling out of the neighborhood in the car formerly known as Cathy-on-a-Stick's car.

"Are you kidding?" said Juniorest Hall, who certainly did not need to shout over the phone when he added, "I'm not coming home from college just to get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch!"

"Wait. A. Minute." said Mr. Hall, looking around and noticing that he was the only one left. "Fer crying out loud," he sputtered (I'm paraphrasing here, for the sake of the kiddies).

And that is how Cathy-on-a-Stick got her pumpkins. Cathy-on-a-Stick also asked, "Who will help me carve the pumpkin?" But that's another story (with a not-so-happy ending).

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

She's the Birthday Girl-on-a-Stick!

Technically, those flowers are for me. But you know Cathy-on-a-Stick. She's a little stick-centered.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Some of Us Ran for a Good Cause. Some of Us, Not So Much

Look at all these young folk, just about to bust to run that 5k in the rain in the town the Dawgs built. It ALWAYS rains in Athens, Georgia. And, girl, don't they warn you. It pours, man, it pours. (That could be a song.)

I guess Cathy-on-a-Stick is more of a watcher than a runner. (That arch isn't very good at keeping pics-on-a-stick dry.)

(But thanks to all the runners who raised money for St. Jude's Children's Hospital!)

Thursday, September 17, 2009


When I saw this deal, I dragged Don't Even Ask Cathy-on-a-Stick inside to buy me five dollars worth of good luck.

Don't even ask what they said.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

What Happens When You Buy A Famous Author's Book

This is Jon Scieszka. He's written TONS of funny books. Like The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs. And The Stinky Cheese Man. And the Time Warp Trio books. And you can get a great deal on his latest books, Knucklehead or Guys Read.

He was very happy to have his picture taken with Cathy-on-a-Stick. (Don't pay any attention to that look on his face. That's his "extremely happy" expression. Trust me.)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

It's What's For Dinner

Just got a call from the Juniorest Hall (Oooh, a little poem for your enjoyment!) which reminded me that Cathy-on-a-Stick saw an awful lot of deer on the campus where Juniorest Hall now resides.

You have no idea how fast a deer can sprint when the dinner bell rings.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Photo Shoot Hi-jinks (Not a Pretty Picture)

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick snuck into a photo shoot. First, she tried on shoes. (Those stilettos were murder on her bunions!)

She played with all the make-up. (The fake eyelashes were a bit much, I thought.)

She pouted because she wanted a sophisticated up-do. (The hairdresser said she didn't have the right "product" for Cathy-on-a-Stick hair.)

Finally, it was time to get dressed. (Anybody seen that Size -28 yellow sheath dress with all the avant garde writing on it? Or was that a Juicy Fruit gum wrapper?)

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Take Me Out to the Ballgame!

Finally made it to a Gwinnett Braves game! And saw Tim Wakefield pitch for the Red Sox. And watched as the Braves whupped Boston (but what can you expect when a team is named for footwear???)

Not sure what Cathy-on-a-Stick is watching (but what can you expect when you sneak in without paying???)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Are You Ready for Some Football?

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick headed out to Brookwood High School to see the Atlanta Falcons scrimmage! Okay, mostly she was looking for Matt Ryan. And she found him. But he was kinda busy, so we skipped the chat up.

Tons, TONS, of folks there. So crowded, even a stick couldn't squeeze through.

So, we grabbed our big Number 1 fingers and went home. But not exactly to work.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Can You Say Tax Write-Off?

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick came along for the ride. I told her to mingle, but she didn't want to stick her neck out.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Interstate Exit Shenanigans

We stopped at some random I-16 exit, pulled into a gas station, and found Mosely's Farm next door, where llamas, and geese, and goats, and a rhea joined a few cows. This bull wanted a taste of Cathy-on-a-Stick. Can't say I blame him. She's finger-lickin' good.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Would You Rather...?

Be squeezed by balls? (Oh, c'mon. They're Bocce balls.)

...Or a big brother?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Seafood + Alligators = Crab Shack

Cathy-on-a-Stick was in the mood for some great seafood, so we zoomed down the Tybee Road to The Crab Shack...where she almost fell into the pit of alligators. Maybe it's just me, but I don't get the connection between a restaurant with all kinds of crab dishes on the menu... and a watering hole filled with alligators. Unless I've been eating alligator meat all these years...

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

At the Margaret Mitchell House

Cathy-on-a-Stick and Scarlet O'Hara...I'm sorry, but I really can't tell which is which.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Finding Fireworks on the Fourth

Cathy-on-a-Stick finally found some fireworks on the Fourth. (Gee, that's a lot of f's.)

It wasn't easy, what with Mr. Old Poot refusing to go anywhere around crowds of fireworks-loving folk. But the rockets red glare showed up on the drive home, blasting over a neighborhood lake which happened to be on our way.

Oh, there were other fireworks on the Fourth. But I didn't think you'd want to see Cathy-on-a-Stick, trying to light Mr. Old Poot's um...we'll just call it fuse and leave it at that.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Don't Even Ask at the Jepson

You can ask about the Jepson. It's a very new, very modern museum, designed by Moshe Safdie, and it's part of the Telfair family of museums. If you're in Savannah, GA, you should take a look.

When I looked around for Cathy-on-a-Stick, she'd found a new friend. Personally, I thought that guy had the big head. (Just because you're in the Jepson...)

Friday, June 26, 2009

One Pic on a Stick to Another

Cathy-on-a-Stick couldn't wait to take the tour of the Telfair's Owens-Thomas House in Savannah. We happened to be there during Juneteenth, a time to celebrate freedom from slavery. I think that explains the big poster of the fellow in the garden. A big poster on a stick. Cathy-on-a-Stick had to have a picture with him. You know what they say: Like calls to like. Or is it stick calls to stick?

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

That's What You Get For Sorta Working at the Beach

See Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick. See the wave.

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick did not.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sticky Sighting of Miley Cyrus

Cathy-on-a-Stick heard that Miley Cyrus was filming a movie at Tybee Island, so off we went to check out the end of the beach where our superstar was supposed to be. I knew inquiring minds would want to know...

But no Miley.

I thought "This is a job for Working Cathy-on-a-Stick"! We pedaled our bikes to another area of the island and spied a whole bunch of trucks and jeeps and trailers and Hollywood stuff. Unfortunately, the security guard spied us. "Move along," said the guard. More than once.

As I was not psychologically prepared to wrestle over my inalienable right to sit on a bike while holding a stick on a public street, I moved along. But not before I snapped this pic. Miley's there, folks. Right behind Cathy-on-a-Stick. You'll just have to take my word for it.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Here Comes the Bride (with a Stick)

My cousin's first-born son got married (Whee!) and off I went to Tybee Island to share the joy. Cathy-on-a-stick popped in to express her best wishes. She squeezed into a pic with the proud parents...

A snap with the groom (Cathy-on-a-Stick may have repeated that joke I distinctly told her NOT to tell at a wedding)...

...And there's the beautiful bride. I know exactly what she's thinking: here I am, a new member of the family and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings so I'll go along and have my picture taken with a pic-on-a-stick, 'cause no one will see it anyway.

Good luck with that...(Best wishes from Cathy-on-a-Stick!)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Pool Party

So, yeah, Cathy-on-a-Stick took a little dip. There she was, bobbing up and down, doing the backstroke and showing off her stick-thin figure. Until some kid thought she was a popsicle and tried to take a lick. She's a survivor, though. Cathy-on-a-Stick...takes a lickin' but keeps on kickin'.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Crashing A Book Tour

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick joined me at a fab book tour at Books for Less in Buford. I told her to behave, but that's like saying, "Don't put beans up your nose" to a five-year-old. Cathy-on-a-Stick wrangled her way into a shot with Deidre Knight, author and owner of the Knight Agency. Too bad Cathy-on-a-Stick didn't think of that other saying: what goes around comes around. (Thanks to author Shannon K. Butcher for the cool, corded bookmark. Shannon had nothing to do with roping Cathy-on-a-Stick. She managed that feat all by herself.)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Looking for Mr. Gopher Tortoise

So, there we were, walking the Gopher Tortoise Loop at Reed Bingham State Park, looking for the elusive beasts. I suppose, being Gopher tortii, they'd burrowed into the HUGE big holes we saw, dotting the sandy terrain. You would think that Cathy-on-a-Stick could just scoot down that Gopher Tortoise hole and check it out, but nooooooo. Apparently, there are some places Miss Too-Good-To-Go-Down-A-Hole won't go. I call that Wussiness-on-a-Stick.

Friday, June 5, 2009

South Georgia Gnats and Golf

While I was busy cheering Junior's play in a South Georgia golf tournament, Cathy-on-a-Stick took my cart for a little joy ride. She claimed she was trying to escape the gnats. I decided a quick escape from the tournament director was in order.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Why Cathy-on-a-Stick?

I wish I had some brilliant reason for Cathy-on-a-Stick. But I've been sitting here for five minutes now, trying to think up a good answer. And you know what? I got nothing.

Except that a stick going places is lots funnier than me going places. All right, yes, technically, most of the time, it will be me going places, bringing Cathy-on-a-Stick along, and taking a picture or two.

I mean, she's a stick, y'all. It's not like she's going anywhere without me.