Sunday morning

Leftover chicken wings, it's what's for breakfast.  

Generic thought:  Why can't I be one of those lucky people who work four day work weeks?  There should be a three day weekend law. 

Reality check:  Why do I always have to be the one to vacuum?  Why am I the only one worried about weeds taking over the back yard?  Why do I have to take out the trash, scrub the tub, wash all the clothes, empty the dishwaster, fill the bird bath with water and blow the cracked pecans off the front walkway?  Why do I have to do everything around here?  Fine, I'm the only one here, but that doesn't mean I have to like it!

Plan for the day:  There is none ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Hey chores, suck it!


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Gone, but not forgotten.

Those who lost their lives or who lost their loved ones on September 11, 2001, will never be forgotten.  We, as a whole, may not know them by their respective names, but we loved them just the same, as our fellow country men and women.  Remember to be good to those around you -- family, friends, neighbors and strangers alike.  One day, those people (including you and I) will not be here for us to treat them as well as they should be treated, even if they try our patience, get on our last nerve, cut us off in traffic, skip us in line and push every button that drives us crazy.  Life is short enough, without being cut short.  I am preaching to myself dear readers, not to you.  To you, I only want to leave a gentle reminder to look around you and savor those you love, and those you could love, and those who don't seem to deserve love, but who need it the most.  To me, I PREACH.  I want to be a better person, who is ever mindful of those around me and beyond me.  I want to respect your religion (or your practice of none), your spirituality, your soul, your nature, your feelings, your values and your needs.   We are all humans in this together, and I pledge to treat you all just as I would want you to treat me -- with patience, tolerance, compassion, understanding, consideration and most of all respect for our differences, not just our likeness. 

Dear fellow humans, I appreciate you, and I am happy that you are here sharing the planet with me.  I hope to do better by you in the day to day moments when life is grinding civility into dust.  I hope to water my spirit with your laughter and happiness.  I hope to comfort you in your sadness.  I stand with you today, while we remember those who are no longer present to share life with us here on earth.  Let us be earthly angels, so that we might brush our shoulders against the wings of our heavenly angels.

We loved you, even if we did not personally know you, and you are missed.

May God hold you all in the palm of his hand.

Annoyance 053

Let's talk about smacking.  The kind of smacking that makes me want to smack another.  How does anyone grow up and not realize that smacking while eating is disturbing and possibly offensive (at least in America) to others?  Is it just me who is totally grossed out by a noisy eater?  My feelings don't stop at gross, they move straight on to disbelief, annoyance and then offense.  I'm not saying I won't like a smacking eater as a person, but I will go on the offense or retreat if I am subjected to a smacker.  I have encountered three smackers in the last week, one a toddler whose parents are responsible, and who is close enough for me to correct.  The other two smackers were adults, neither of whom I corrected, but I did take my leave from their company.  

I'm not easily grossed out, but for some reason, smacking pushes me over the edge.  Maybe it's the noise that annoys me.  Smacking is akin to nails on a chalkboard for me.  You could probably pick your nose in front of me, and I would probably handle it better than I do smacking.  Unless of course, you wipe your nose findings on me.  If you do that, you better hope I already love you and already swap spit or other bodily fluids with you.  Else, that act will be your undoing.


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Moving on from that last post ...

My mother has been looking for new living room furniture, so we have been here, there and yonder looking for a sofa, chairs, a coffee table, a rug, and some fabric for new pillows. We bought a sofa and two chairs, which we promptly hated once we got them home.  The sofa went back (thank God it was damaged in shipping ... it was so much easier to return), and I am now trying to adopt out her chairs.  I think my mother should have returned those too, but she says she can live with them.  Maybe she can, but I can't, so the hunt goes on, and you can never ever go on a hunt for or with someone and not find something you love.  I found and loved this ...

I initially found this print in a town about an hour from our home city, but it was in a much gawdier frame, which I didn't really like, and the price wasn't a shocker, but I thought it was likely inflated, as most of the prices in the store seemed to be. Besides, I'm an auction kind of a girl. No way I'm paying full retail for stuff like that. I love the thrill of the hunt and the negotiation, so I got busy on E-bay and Etsy and scored this vintage beauty from the 1950s for what I think is a very reasonable price. Other prints may be a dime a dozen in the grand scheme of the world, but these Flamingo beauties aren't on display down at your local Pier One, and that sadness ups the ante. Considering that the one I saw in the antique store was $200.00, I thought the one I got on Etsy was a steal at $100.00. Yes people, I checked high and low before I paid that price. It was the lowest one I could find, and probably the finest print condition. The happiness it will bring me every day is priceless. I'm impatiently waiting for my flamingos to make their way across the country from AZ. I thought that it was interesting that the print was located in Arizona, given its desert landscape, but I'm guessing there are flamingo loving people all over the world. I now have my eye on a page of water birds from a vintage Audubon book which is going for $5.00. It's best not to love only the Flamingo, the other birds may get jealous, and we don't want an Alfred Hitchcock incident.


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Ooo eee ooo ahh ahh ting tang walla walla bing bang

Oh how I love my sweetened to perfection friend http://aliceandjay.blogspot.com/  who reminds me of all the fun and quirky music out there in this great big world of ours.  Some of which we left behind in our childhoods ....




This video and Witch Doctor song is for you Pookie!  I leave nothing to chance when it comes to your love.  I will cross my arms, twinkle my nose, cast a spell and sing Ooo Eee Ooo ahh ahh Ting Tang walla walla Bing Bang .... if that ensures a forever spot of your heart.  If not, at least I will have some silly fun trying for it!  And, you know how I love silly.  I love silly almost as much as I love you!

Forget xox Pookie, I reserved triple XXX(s) for you!



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When Push Comes to Shove

Mechanically minded, I clearly am not.  WHY, GOD WHY?  Why can't I be clever enough to think in the opposite direction? 

You see this thumb drive?

It almost got the best of me!  It's curvy design was new to me.  I pulled.  I tugged.  I was on the verge of cracking the damn thing open with a hammer.  It didn't immediately (or shortly thereafter) occur to me to push one of those red ends instead of pulling, tugging and beating first one end, then the other, on the edge of my desk.  By the time it occurred to me that one of those ends may go in the opposite direction, I was talking to that little red trouble maker like it was a sassy four year old, instead of recognizing that I was thinking like a two year old.  Think girl, think, don't just assume the curvy rascal should behave like all other thumb drives you have used (all three of them).  So, I did.  I collected my one directional thoughts and turned them around.  When push comes to shove ... EUREKA ... don't shove, just push!

I am still MAD WITH MYSELF that it took me longer to go the other way than it likely would have for any of you!  I  may be doomed to existing in VEX mode unless y'all tell me the secret to quickly thinking in the other direction!




I'm not easily enticed, but Rob Thomas makes me lust.

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Dog Days Are Over!!!!!

This is my current continuous play play play play play play play on YOUTUBE.  One of you can expect to find this on a thumb drive coming your way soon.


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