I got NOTHING.

Me:  "Hello blank page.  It's just you and me kid.  What's going on with you?"

Blank Page:  "Less than nothing."

Me:  "How can you have less than nothing going on?"

Blank Page:  "I have no idea, I only know how it feels." 

Me:  "How does it feel?"

Blank Page:   "Like less than nothingness."

Me:  "Ummm ... "

Blank Page:  "Yeah, that's it!  Like meditation!  Ummmmmmmmm"


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Dream a little dream with me ...

If I could, I would walk out onto the veranda enveloped by a sparkling green backyard, which is tempting me on my wall calendar. Once there, I would pull up a few more of those black wicker chairs, turn on the coffee pot, ice down a tub of sodas, mix up some mint juleps, and chill a few bottles of wine. Then, I would call Jack Johnson and invite him and his guitar over for an easy breezy day of serenading. Then, I would invite you ALL over. It's springtime in my imagination, so we only need a light sweater, and to chase the sunshine as it moves across the veranda. Ohhhh, I doooooo hope you can come ... and bring an appreciation for JJ's sound, your most scrumptious snack and some mighty juicy gossip ;)

After we get tired of talking about everything under the sun, we can go for a spin in these CUPCAKE cars which are from Neiman Marcus... yes, I said cupcake cars. Don't believe me, just look ....



Now be sure to take a listen to JJ's music in the next link so you can get in the groovy mood!




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Decorating dilemma

Happy Saturday Blank Page,

I hope you had a nice day. It's almost dusk now, and I'm about to head out for dinner with some friends. I thought I would check in with you and see if you could keep me from snacking before I go. I'm hungry.

I've been been thinking about whether or not I want to bling out the blog or go with the minimal look. As you know, I'm not that blingy, but I like to feather my nest. What do you think? I'm leaning to staying with minimal until the right inspiration comes along. What? Yeah, it's the same attitude I have about that coffee table I still don't have for my living room. What does it matter how many years I have been looking for the right coffee table? I can't help it if I have a vision. It appears that new bed is going to have to wait too. Yeah, I'm haunted by that bed. I'm mad with myself for falling in love with what is likely a "one of a kind" New Orleans rolling pin bed. It doesn't look as if the Internet is going to be any help finding either of those pieces. Could I interest you in a road trip?




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Have you seen my people?

Me, "I feel."

Blank page, "So. Who doesn't?"

Me, "I'm distressed."

Blank page, "So. What's the big deal?"

Me, "I'm worried."

Blank page, "So. Lots of people worry."

Me, "You're mean."

Blank page, "So. What's your point?"

Me, "That you're mean."

Blank page, "So. You made me this way."

Me, "Oh yeah, hmmm."

Blank page, "You're weird today."

Me, "So. Lots of people are weird today."

Blank page, "Fine, go ahead, tell me what's bugging you."

Me, "I keep losing people!"

Blank page, "What? How can you lose people? They are so big and noisy. I don't get how you can lose people."

Me, "Me either, but I do."

Blank page, "How bout this? I bet other people have also lost some of their people, and if you don't find your lost people, you may find some of their lost people."

Me, "You think so?"

Blank page, "I know so."

Me, "Okay."

Blank page, "Can I go now?"

Me, "I guess so. But, don't get out of earshot."



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If you can't take the heat ...

Pukka Purl is my secret world. Well, not totally secret, I can keep secrets, but not all of them. Just thought you might want to know in case you were thinking of sharing any secrets with me.

I digress, I was saying that Pukka Purl is my secret world where I can chatter on and on about whatever I feel, think, or want to rant and rave about. When something annoys me, I may tell you (all of you, whoever you are), so I just wanted to warn you, that you may read stuff here that you don't want to absorb, about people you don't even know. And if I rant about either of you two people that I shared this secret place with, realize it is for MY own good and that I really do love you. And if the heat ever gets to be too much for you, QUICKLY break out the fire extinguisher or even better, call for a tall and really cute fireman, or just take the fire escape and leave me here to suffer my own plight as the pyromaniac I sometimes can be.

Sorry for the dribble, I rarely know what is going to roll out when I start a new post, and they sometimes have a mind of their own.


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Where's the Curiosity?

I recently posted on my Facebook page that TED is googlelicious and I only had one response -- "is googlelicious a word?" Certainly, that was at least a minor bit of curiosity, but not the sort of curiosity I thought it might garner. To answer that responder's question, I replied, "It is, if you understood me." I mean seriously, isn't that how all words become words? If there is an official board of word maker-uppers ("word creators" for you word uppities) in America, they are NOT attention mongers. I have yet to hear of one or see one. Who hasn't heard of Big Foot or those little green men in area 51? There is no real public proof that any of those characters exist, but we have certainly heard of them. Words are a pretty big deal, and I think if there was a board of word creators, they would not be able to resist a bit of preening. And don't tell me that word creators are the dictionary editors. They only decide which words have gained enough popularity amongst the masses to be included in their compilation of words.

Ooops ... sorry that was a bit of a rant. I was truly wondering what happened to a healthy curiosity. Did it magically disappear while people were busy eating their Lucky Charms?

For you readers unfamiliar with Lucky Charms and who still possess a bit of curiosity, I will save you a google: It's a breakfast cereal. And, accordingly, to its maker, General Mills, "Magically delicious Lucky Charms cereal features frosted oats and colored marshmallows."



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Don't you ever shut up?

Hi blank page,

I've got issues, some real issues with myself lately. My complaints are nothing but echos of my reality.

While my conscious mind goes to great lengths to shield me from portions of my reality, my subconscious has free reign to lift any well meaning veil and delve into the deepest cares of my soul. It gives way to my conscious during the day, but commands its place when it senses wee hours nigh. It excitedly calls for the reels to run. And of course, I am the main character. My subconscious calls me forth, then one of my issues, and my issue and I quickly become reacquainted. Of course there are other lead roles and supporting characters as needed. It's questionable who is directing, but it often appears improvisational, which can be stressful for me in the conscious, but is usually a piece of cake in subconscious world. The reviews are mixed at best. However, they usually have some substance.

Yeah, I know, I'm full of crap. Did I mention that I have been experiencing some very vivid dreams lately? Mostly of a certain man of whom I never seem to get the better of.

I was going to have a totally different conversation with you just now, but my mind has a mind of its own today and is stupified by a nagging ache.


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UGGGGH

Hi blank page,

I'm dragging tookus today. Last night, after the mouse chase and another blood curdling stressor, my adrenaline system insisted that it wasn't ready for sleep anytime soon. There would be no rest for the weary until after "4:00 a.m." which turned out to be "3:00 a.m." because of the world's insistence on returning back to "normal" time. So, the adrenaline system and I stayed up and watched a Frontline production called "Close to Home" regarding the state of the U.S. economy. Can I tell you how interesting yet worrisome that documentary is? Very! If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. After I finally fell asleep, keeping one eye open for encroaching mouse, I awoke at what I thought was 8:30 a.m. although it was really 7:30 a.m. It took me a while to remember that yesterday was the last day for my beloved Daylight Savings Time until next year. Oh the woe of sunshine opportunities which will be lost after a day of indoor work. No one seems to care about my personal preferences.

Back to the mouse stalking. He (or she, who knows these days with the hair styles?) may be stalking me, but rest assured, I am set and ready for mouse to come out from wherever he is and sample the snack I left for him on a special wooden rectangular plate. Not quite like cookies for Santa, but Santa didn't try to move in and eat me out of house and home.

Halloweenie Roast

Happy almost Halloween to you blank page.

Good thing you can't smell what I smell. The anticipation would kill you. The delicious scent is almost torturous and fitting for the season. It's almost lunchtime, come join us for our annual Halloweenie Roast! Awaiting a ravenous crew of zombies are naked dogs, dressed dogs, smothered dogs, a cauldron of chili, a pot of mystery soup, a slew of sides and some well deserved treats.

Post 004

Good morning blank page.

Yeah, I'm a little hoarse. Sorry, I have vacation cooties. So far this year, I contracted cooties in London and Tennessee. I know in London it was because I rubbed too many handrails and forgot to wear my "death" mask when taking the Tube. Day three in London, I was sicker than Cooter Brown, whoever that unfortunate character was.


(Windsor Castle, the Queen's lawn getting a mow!)

As for Tennessee, I think one culprit was the cause of cooties -- my travel companion. That chick is partial to smoking in the car while she drives. What's that? Oh yeah, she was considerate enough to let down the window, but I have residual complications attributable to a near death childhood experience which increase my sensitivity to someone trying to take me out with second hand smoke. I don't recommend trying to smother children with second hand smoke, they later become cranky adults who blog on you.

Post 003

Happy Wednesday to you blank page.

So far, its a yawner. It's dreary out which makes me want to ask the bears to make some room. Hopefully they are hibernating and not looking to take a chunk out of me! What am I saying? I have never seen a bear around here, and I'm probably allergic to bear dander anyways. Speaking of dander, I wanted to post a picture of a black cat (okay fine, a kitty) on you in honor of Halloween which is a favorite holiday of mine. Would that be okay with you? I know not everyone loves cats. Oh okay, you like them, but you don't want to own any. I'm with ya on that. I totally respect their presence here on earth, and love their playful antics and catty attitudes. However, I too prefer to enjoy them in the safety of someone else's home. I think we can both live with a photo in homage to their contribution to Halloween.

Blank page, meet Helena the kitty ... who does not belong to me and is now a cat.

Post 001

Hello blank page to which I will hopefully come to know as my home away from facebook. I am still trying to figure you out. I want you to look cool, so that every time I come to visit, I will feel inspired. I am going to do my best to thoroughly read your how-to manual. Granted, doing so is not my strong suit, but I promise you that I feel properly motivated by you. You may think it silly that I am talking directly to you, but, you and I are the only ones here. Was that too many commas? Be warned, commas are not my strong suit. I place them wherever it sounds like one is needed. Who should I invite to follow us along our journey? Maybe no one I know, maybe only your friends. That way, I can tell you whatever I am thinking, and I do mean everything. Okay, I am already stretching the possibilities. There is no way on God's green earth that I am going to tell you everything. Everyone should keep at least twenty-five percent of what they have to say confidential.