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Hello, and welcome to the first post that will ask you two questions every Thursday. Why or Why Not? Golly, that child in the backseat of the car in the above image must really need to use the bathroom. Either that, or she's ready to get out of the car. Alright, back to business.
I decided to ask Why?....read on
Why do some establishes call their public bathrooms restrooms?
Why do we call public bathrooms restrooms? Is it because we think that the word ‘restroom’ sounds more polite, which it does, but I think a sign for the Ladies and one for the Men's room sounds much classier, and less misleading than restroom. Hence, I wonder why many businesses insist on calling the bathroom the restroom? I mean, come on, everyone knows that the restroom is not for rest, it's to use the bathroom. For example, how many people come out of a public bathroom, see that someone has been waiting for them and say, “ Oh, I’m sorry, I kept you waiting, I overslept-
Actually, it would be nice if ‘restrooms’ were available; that way, when travelers became drowsy or ill while driving, they could stop at the nearest ‘restroom,’ and relax.
Each “restroom” could have a cot with clean sheets, a bathroom attendant, and places to write, read, or watch television.
But, in truth, I went into a public 'restroom' the other day, and slid across the floor on what I think was human waste combined with toilet water.
Then, I took a ton of paper from the towel rack, and covered the floor like carpet, in an attempt to soak up the slop; rather than leave the floor wet for the next unsuspecting customer.
Alright, to be honest, I also didn’t want the person behind me to think that I was the one who left the chocolate colored creation that was floating in circles around the toilet bowl.
After I left the restroom that day, I did not feel rested, instead, I still needed to use the bathroom, and I felt like slimy life forms were crawling on me, that's when I began to wonder why some public bathrooms are given the name restroom
You know when a squishy bug, ticklish Spider, or some kind of yucky crawler jumps on you, and although you knock it off, you still feel like it's on your body?
That’s how I felt when I left the restroom that day; like towns full of tiny microorganisms were loading up their stuff and moving in with me.
If or when I ever become queen of the world I will help some places find a better word for public bathrooms. Or if you become Queen or King of the world, and you agree with me, I hope you will consider the same.
Note to readers:
This is the first of a few new weekly features I'm going to try out this year. It's entitled "Why" or "Why Not" I'll write about something I've wondered Why? or Why Not? about every Thursday, then I'll ask you to share with us a topic you've wondered Why? or Why Not? about. Feel free to write what you wish, it can be as silly and simple as this post, or something on a deeper level. It's up to you. In addition, I will continuewriting the weeklyTuesday's Question post next week.&n
3 Comments on Dad, Why are Public Bathrooms Called Restrooms?, last added: 3/18/2012
I've wondered this too. I just call it a head as that's the boating term for the restroom/bathroom. Can't call it a bathroom either since most don't have a shower. Just saying.
I'll help you with your new look whenever you are ready.
A head sounds good. You learn something everyday. You know, you're right, you really couldn't call public bathrooms for the same reason. I thought about that-
I hope you read the note I wrote at the bottom of my post, and that you received a link o Comedy Plus. I obviously do not know how to use a line break, because it took the last paragraph off of my post. It's back up now though.
Let me know if you didn't get the link, and I spoke about you helping with the sun. You're a great friend and I want everyone to know it.:)
It probably goes to the fact that toilets/washrooms/lavatories/loos/ladies rooms/mens rooms once, and in fancier places still do, had an ante room where one could sit or lie down and rest...
I used to play and sing this James Taylor tune for a James who was special to me. James passed away this past year. And since then, when I hear this song, it makes me smile. The song brings back visions of him and our moments, and the look on his face when I sang to him, and other things we did together.
I will begin writing regularly on my blog next week or by the end of the month. Thank you for indulging me this break.
Grief just makes you feel like you've lost your own pulse, so I haven't been able to find myself lately. But, I love all of my friends and readers, and I will return when the fog clears.
Things are really unpredictable in this world. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, but it teaches us one lesson. To become stronger and have faith. Be strong Annie.
Thank you Grace. I love the syntax in your comment. Your words are stuffed with compassionate advice coming from your heart.
I will be strong...You really put the hammer on the nail head when you wrote that this world is unpredictable. I lost him in the most surprising and unpredictable way. I'm sorry I've been such a wallflower.
I know it might not seem like it, but I'm getting better.
And I will begin Blogging regularly by the end of the month. For one thing, I want to know what is happening in your world and others.
(And, of course from Dr. Seuss.) Because I have a feeling if he were here, he would be grateful for an opportunity to put a smile on a child's face, just one more time.
'How The Grinch Stole Christmas', is a Christmas treasure that will be around for many generations. The story's fabulous assortment of characters was one of the first children books written in the twentieth century, that shared the elements of of all well written stories, whether written for adults or children.
In fact, he is one of the reasons I am glad to have older siblings- ;) Otherwise, by the time I learned to read, I would have had to endure phrases like, "Run Jip Run!" well, perhaps that's not fair, those books were fine, I suppose- I'm sorry, Spot, or Jip or both...(Oh, and now I have a feeling I forgot someone else~)
Anyway, I remember some of the excitement surrounding Dr. Seuss' books; For teachers, parents, and children, it was like hearing the drops of fresh water pelt against dry dirt after a long drought.
Dr. Seuss' talent was a blessing we weren't expecting, and before we knew it, we were in love with his array of characters, (because he made us believe they were real,) regardless of their wacky appearances and tick-tock-sock-rock neurotic personalities, we loved every thing about them, and when you love a character, you're naturally drawn into their lives.
Dr. Seuss was an expert at hiding the "good stuff" behind metaphor, hence, as a result, he taught us so much about children, and children so much about life and themselves. In short, Dr. Seuss' place on this earth will forever be the Christmas gift that keeps giving...So, it seemed befitting to tell him Merry Christmas again, so Merry Christmas Dr. Seuss, Random House, my parents, and my teachers.
In addition, Merry Christmas to you, my readers and all of our children in the world~ Have a great Christmas day!
7 Comments on "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas", last added: 1/23/2012
Dr. Seuss was "after" my time. I think I first read him when I was in my 40's and working at a daycare center - Anyway - nice to see you and I hope you are enjoying a peaceful but fun Christmas...
Because, you are so young and vivacious and he is not with us anymore. I hope my books, that is, if my new manuscripts ever get shelved, and my older one gets republished...(Long Story) Amazon, etc...have given us writers many new publishing avenues. Anyway, why did I get into all of that?
Oh...now I know..I wanted to say it's every writers dream, (Well, maybe not every writers) hang around and tell stories to children after you've left this land.
I love ya Grace. I hope you had a great Christmas, and I thank you for such a thoughtful comment.
Because, you are so young and vivacious and he is not with us anymore. I hope my books, that is, if my new manuscripts ever get shelved, and my older one gets republished...(Long Story) Amazon, etc...have given us writers many new publishing avenues. Anyway, why did I get into all of that?
Oh...now I know..I wanted to say it's every writers dream, (Well, maybe not every writers) hang around and tell stories to children after you've left this land.
I love ya Grace. I hope you had a great Christmas, and I thank you for such a thoughtful comment.
Sandee, You, my dear, have many talents, and one of them is saying or writing the perfect words at the perfect time.
I think some writers and artists are amongst the most insecure people you can find, hence, I've had many days during this holy season, when I've questioned God, and myself to the point of bloody boredom, wondering if I can write, or if I should be writing- There are times when I feel like I can, and times when I feel like I cannot.
But, from my mouth, or rather, keyboard, to God's ears, reading a compliment from a friend like you, is just about the highest honor any writer can receive.
I was awoke this morning with a burning sensation behind my eyelids, due to a desperate attempt to hold back tears. Tears I'd held for so long...
It was an early morning in December, my one of my favorite seasons- Although, I didn't have to wonder why I woke up teary eyed-
As of late, I did recognize this feeling...I 'd felt it before- this was not my first wagon ride.
I kept my eyes closed and began to think of the cowboy curtains on my grandmothers drapes, the smell of honeysuckle vines in her yard, her dusty back porch, the clothesline, and talkative morning birds.
My heart sings when I remember waking up at my grandmothers house long ago...When my brothers and I spent the night with my grandmother, we awoke to the smell of bacon popping in a pan, homemade grape jam on toast, and the loudest birds I will ever hear again chirping outside the window; I remember being curious about the birds conversation as they picked their way through the morning dew...
I imagined what they were gossiping about...but, they chirped so fast, that even if I could understand their language, their conversation would be impossible to follow.
I laughed to myself, thinking about how children think, and was careful not to open my eyes as my mind wandered back into yesterday. I remembered my grandmother laughing at my son's Golden Retriever, Wendy, as she raced squirrels from tree limb to tree limb, encircled the tree's trunk, and jumped toward the sky hoping a squirrel would lose their balance and fall. I started to laugh again, but suppressed it...and I'm not sure why-
I wished I was nine again, and squeezed my eyes together tight, willing the past to remain in my mind. Then, the sounds of the world waking up interrupted my trance, and I knew I would have to open my eyes sometime.
As a matter of fact, I knew that "sometime" was around the corner, because I had to wipe the tears that were sliding down my cheeks like rainwater. Why was I crying?- It was a surprise I decided to brush off and rationalize as tired, confused, lost, or "just one of those days."
I lay in bed feeling as though I were awaiting an unwelcome visitor- Nevertheless, I told myself I was strong and thought of good things until I felt better.
After all, it was an early morning in December, my favorite season- So I shrugged off the feeling and decided to focus on secure moments and new beginnings before I met the day.
I always project myself into the future during the fall season and on Sundays-
For example, on Sunday I think of Monday, and during the spring months, I remember long hot summers.
Only, on this day of winter, I didn't think of the summer, I thought of cowboy curtains...
I thought again about the cowboy curtains that hung in my uncle’s boyhood room at my grandmother’s house. They smelled good, probably because they dried clinging to a clothesline on breezy spring afternoons.
It felt good to think about the smells and sounds rich in my Southern environment- In addition to the lasting impression my grandmothers five hundred year old Oak tree left upon my soul.
The agricultural climate in the south blends into your senses and becomes a part of who you are, and what you will remember for a lifetime.
Sometimes, I draw upon my heritage for comfort when I’m having trouble with life's harsh realities. I’m happy I can still smell the honeysuckle vines I pulled from my grandmother’s Azalea bushes, as well as hear the crickets' sing at night.
2 Comments on Cowboy Curtains, last added: 11/27/2011
I know this video is a little different from my usual posts, but please hang in here with me. The lost of many dear friends within this past year has left me brokenhearted.
But, that's o.k., because our hearts learn to be true through pain- it is in this broken place we learn what it means to be truly alive, as well as human...therefore, my friends deaths were not in vain-
I pray they know that through their lives and deaths they taught my heart to keep its rhythm, my soul to serve humanity, and to keep my passion for friendship and love alive.
So, once again, indulge me this dedication to Kathy Babin, Lisa Short, Jan Hebert, and my love, James...
And know that because of them, I will start writing happier posts soon...
God bless~
Ann
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Alright, I wasn't swallowed by a whale, but my head began to spin, and stomach felt heavy with the likes of rolling pens and sewing needles, and that was close enough to the real thing for me. Then, on Sunday I continued to feel achy all over, hence I knew things would get worse before they got better, and by weeks end, they did, I felt horrid.
What followed was persistent aches pains, and fever from your body, and at the same time my nose, head, and ears were so full of fluid; it felt like someone dropped me head first in to the deepest part of the ocean.
My head is still so stuffy, it seems like people are speaking fuzzy words. This is the worst case of the flu I've ever experienced, I feel like I'm walking or rather wobbling around underwater, and each step I make sounds like squishy rubber boots, "Swish. Swish, Slosh, yet they are perfectly dry.
However, I realize there is something to be said for the phrase, "Hindsight is twenty twenty"....And now, I understand why my pharmacist tried to encourage me to have a flu.shot; I wish I would have taken his advice, but more importantly, I wish foresight was twenty-twenty, and that I would have taken a flu shot.
Hence, please do not put off taking the shot, particularity if you're elderly, have an elderly family member living in your home, or small children- It's not a big deal, and the shot is so fast you can hardly feel it, which is much better than spending a week in a whales stomach, an imagined whale or not; but the flu virus is no joke, not only does it tortures you for days. it will also take your life.
So roll up you sleeves and get in line. :)
Thank you, thank you, and thank you again for reading what I hope is a coherent post, and once again remember to take your flu shot. :)
Tuesday's Question will return tomorrow, Tuesday Oct. 10, 2011.
6 Comments on I Was Swallowed by a Whale, last added: 10/12/2011
So this explains your absence. The flu is awful and we get our shots as early each year as we can. We got our flu shots just before we left for our bay cruise.
You feel better soon. I'll be standing by for Tuesdays Question. Big hug. :)
I've been nagging my husband about getting our flu shots - it's easy peasy since they do them at the drug store. Definitely on the list for this week. Sorry you were feeling down and out - glad to see you are a bit better. I'll be back tomorrow!
Hello. Welcome to Tuesday's Question. I didn't add the question to this posts title because I wanted to add anticipation for those of you who are Tuesday's Question Pros, and curiosity to the rest of you on the internet. I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but for some reason the previous sentence bothers me; it doesn't worded correctly.
O.K. I think I know what Tuesday's Question's experts are thinking about now...You're probably thinking, "Alright Ann, get on with it, we do have other blogs to visit, in addition to other things to do..." Right? OK. Click on Read more...
Today's Tuesday's Question is....What is your First Memory?
(I hope it wasn't anything like the poor child's in the post image; boy that Dad looks mad.)
If this is you're first visit to Tuesday's Question, here is how it works. :)
If you wish to answer, I will post your answer within this post, with a link to your blog. That way, other blogger's and readers who wish to visit you, will know how to find your site. (Because if they're anything like me, they will love your answers.) In addition, if you do not have a website, you can still join the post. Sound good?
Thank you for reading this post, and visiting my blog~ I cannot wait to read your answers.
Note: For some unknown reason, I'm having trouble figuring out why my links are not highlighting when I publish my posts. However, I wanted to let you know that they are going through-
8 Comments on Have You Answered Tuesday's Question?, last added: 9/27/2011
I was a very little girl (probably about 8-9 months) and in my crib in my parents room and I remember my father in boxer shorts tucking me into bed better. He woke me up covering me up with my blanket. That's my very first memory.
I cannot believe Sandee can remember being 8 months old! That is amazing. To be honest I don't remember much of anything before the age of 5 and I don't recall my first memory. I can tell you I remember the smell of apple juice and arrowroot cookies in kindergarten... and the smell of wet clay. I remember waking up in a hospital with a big light over my head. I had a concussion from a fall down a flight of concrete stairs. I remember crossing the street alone for the first time... but asking me which came first... haven't got a clue!
I know I cannot believe Sandee remembers that far back either, but many people do...If I told you what I remember you would think me a little bonkers, so I won't but I was also really young.
And is it any wonder that you do not remember which came first? Bless your heart...Concrete stairs? Dawn, you were definitely meant to live longer. I cannot believe you survived it.
I think the smell of the arrowroot cookies and apple juice came first...(Don't you love how I assume I remember your memories better than you do?)
I don't know why I just have a feeling...I've always found it interesting how smells, songs, and sounds can bring us back to moments long ago. It also serves writers well, doesn't it?
I remember crossing the street too...I was trying to go see this little boy that lived across the street, but my mother caught me. She wasn't very happy with me either...
I know what you mean about early memories blending together.
What a neat question... and interesting answers, too.
My dad was a volunteer fireman. Whenever he went to a fire, I stood at the screen door hardly old enough to balance, and waited for him to come home. I was three, he died a year ago. Still sad...
It's almost the end of September, and my heart races with anticipation; I can barely wait for the Autumn wind to reach the South. Sometimes, I wonder if the Autumn breeze is God's apology for the Summer heat. I suppose we all have our favorite season's and mine is October; for one thing, nothing on Earth smells as nice as Autumn.
In fact, sometimes man's imitation of the blissful fragrance that rides on the Autumn wind, such as our laundry detergents, air fresheners, perfumes, etc...brings me sadness. I suppose, I liken it to having the imitation Barbie, meaning it feels counterfeit, and I wish for the real thing.
Whereas man-made fragrances have there place, I look forward to the scent that follows Summer into Fall. It's as if Summer jumps into Falls graceful arms, and the new season carries its delicate bouquet of wind in a dynamite swirl across the earth's surface; then it's Autumn's time of the year.
I cannot wait for Fall to arrive; bringing it's crisp heady scent into our backyards, beaches, city streets, and windows.
The Autumn season reminds me of sliding into the multicolored leaves that layered the grass I rolled in throughout my childhood; as well as the crispy breeze that blew its sweet aroma through the laundry on my grandmothers clothesline.
My minds eye will remember white sheets slapping like a flag in the autumn wind on that clothesline forever.
And my heart will forever remember the October morning of my son's birth.
I love October.
9 Comments on The End Of September, last added: 9/27/2011
A lovely post Ann. I prefer summer and early fall. Everything after that is just too cold. I guess your preference depends on your climate. Hope you have a lovely evening in the autumn breeze :)
This scene is from All About Eve, starring the great Bette Davis, with Thelma Ritter as Birdie, Margo's housekeeper, and Celeste Holm, as Karen Richards, Margo's best friend.
Happy Saturday! Welcome to Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment.
This Saturday is the first Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment, I've published in close to a year, and I can believe it. All day today, I've been trying to figure out why the links in my post highlight to Bloggers regular blue color, but then when I publish the post, the color disappears.
In addition, I cannot find out where to change the fonts period- I am lost-
Although, "I can't think about that right now. If I do I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow." Can you guess what movie made that quote famous?
Anyway, if I do not figure out how to change the font colors on my blog soon, "I'll go crazy." Hence, I've asked myself the same question I asked myself all year.
"Is it over, or is it just beginning?" (All About Eve) Did Blogger change their font design that much, or is the question so easy, there isn't an answer? Who knows?
But I had to "fasten my seatbelt," 'cause I had "a bumpy night."
I'm sorry I'm behind on my blog visits, but I'm sure I'll bump into ya sometime today.
Until then, have a happy happy Saturday! And be aware of "bumpy nights."
6 Comments on Fasten Your Seatbelts. It's Going To Be a Bumpy Night (Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment), last added: 9/27/2011
Sandee, Same apology to you. Sorry, I'm late with a response.
Thank you, for such a kind compliment. It took me forever to paste Bette up there~ (Long story)
So much has changed in the blogging world, and in such a short period of time. I'm not sure if it's my computer or Firefox, but I'm having all sorts of trouble.
I write my manuscripts and other work on Notepad, so I am really behind.
You're not late. It's wonderful to hear from you. I haven't been online in ages, and you're apologizing for running late?
And yes, that phrase is from 'Gone With The Wind.' You know your movies...I hope everything is great in your world and it's really really nice to hear from you.
Thank you, for the comment, and for visiting. I'll be by to visit you to soon. I'm sorry I'M behind- :)
We found the runaway link! He looks scared, doesn't he?
Oh, I had trouble trouble, trouble, posting Tuesday's Question yesterday. I felt like I was driving down the road the wrong way, and the cars going the right way were speeding toward me. I just love it when that happens, people begin rolling down their car windows, asking, "Hey lady, what do you think you're doing?"
(Well, now, let's see, do I look like I know what I'm doing?) I cannot stand it when people ask questions when they already know the answer, just to make someone feel bad, and make the world harder.
Anyway, my computer was running as slow as a doodle bug up running up an anthill, as well as my brain, and, everything I tried to write came out discombobulated. The title listed on the permalink to one of my old posts was incorrect, and I didn't know why, and I couldn't link to my old post pages or Sandee's...and then the sun shined on my shoulders and I managed to link to the posts, but they wouldn't highlight.
I felt like Alice in Wonderland again, but since the links were sort of working, I thought, well, I can deal with this, (Although I still hadn't the slightest idea how...)
In any event, I went to the post on Sandee's blog that I wanted to link to...and I could not find the page anymore, not anywhere, not on her blog, not on my blog, it just disappeared into thin air.
I realize you will have to read yesterday's post to understand this post, but if you wish to answer Tuesday's Question or already have, please read it. Because we can celebrate the fact that we caught a runaway post link; we just cannot let these posts think they can easily run away with the link to their page. We would have a real internet crisis on our hands if that happened.
In any event, thanks to the authorities we found the runaway post to "Show And Tell Annie's Style" on Comedy Plus that was so funny I made one of my questions on this post similar so that I could link to it.
I also found the post I wrote that Sandee was referencing, but I didn't remember it...both of them have hilarious pictures of bloggers in rare form, so they're worth reading, just for the laugh.
I had to bribe the post for the link, but here's Sandee's href="http://www2.blogger.com/feeds/2912920652511807597/posts/Show And Tell Annie's Style post.
I opened that post up and cringed at the home perm I had. I just hated that. I would beg and cry, but she would give me a perm anyway. Oh the horror. I've not looked at the glamor shots in a long time either. I was so young then. I turned 60 on the 8th. Sigh.
I had to laugh at Dawns comment. She sure didn't want to be the only one with her picture up. Too funny.
Laughing...Do you mean this comment from Dawn: "Pleeeeasssse Sandee! Don't leave my 80's pic all by it's lonesome self! LOL... hope some other brave soul joins me Annie!"
That is too funny! I didn't realize that you rescued her...laughing, and everyone, including myself, loved your title.
By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You sure are a young sixty. Like Dawn said in that post, you would be pretty with any hair style, and I say, you'll be pretty at any age. You have the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
And don't feel bad about your perm. Mine was awful and I made the decision to do it. Well, I blamed it on pregnancy hormones.
I remember praying it would grow out before the baby was born.
We sure have had some good times, and we have more laughs on the way!
You have a terrific day too, or maybe I should say evening. I'm sorry I was late returning your comment.
Wow... seems like forever since that post. I'm glad Sandee joined me.. although she looks like a glamour queen while I look like a goof :) Oh well - those were the days!
Dawn, You have never looked like a goof...(laughing) Sandee is something though, "A Friend in need is a friend indeed" and she is certainly is there for you when you need her. I love that picture.
You, your sisters, and brother look like you're having so much fun, it makes you want to jump in the picture; or it did me anyway.
I cannot believe I wrote a post with that title, and posted that perm. in addition to my big prego belly. I must have lost it that day. Now, that picture is awful- I look like a man! (Laughing)
I wonder if the perm. will ever return to the kind of popularity it had in those days?
Hello! Welcome to Tuesday's Question. We have two questions for you today. The first one is...
What was your worst fashion disaster? Ex: Once I went to work with two different types of earrings on, and yesterday while I was grocery shopping, I heard a lady laughing, and when I asked her why she was laughing, she said; "Because when I left home, I didn't realize I was wearing house slippers!" And...
Who Was Your Worst Boss? ...
The reason I decided to post two questions today is because I've been offline for awhile, so yesterday I was reading old buddies blogs, when I came upon an hilarious post from my friend Sandee, the owner and administrator of http://comedyplus.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-and-tell-annie-style.htm, and the post I read I read was in response to a question similar to this one, hence, I wanted to share the link with all of you, as well as Sandee. So, click on the link to Comedy Plus, and read it, it's funny.
Now, as far as an example of your worst boss, I didn't think you needed one, but if you do so happen to need some help, just click on the link to my post
You can answer one or both questions, whichever suits your fancy.
Let me say a few more things, just in case you're not familiar with Tuesday's Question, or you haven't participated, although I know it's pretty self-explanatory, there's one thing, well a few, you should know. I copy your answer, and paste it within the post, then link the post back to your blog. Therefore, by the end of the day, you can read your answers in the post, have a link to your blog, and enjoy the answers of other bloggers.
However, it's my intention for you to laugh and have a great time. Thanks for commenting, and have a fabulous day! Plus, come back next week for another Tuesday's Question. Feel free to place it on your blog or address book, refrigerator, anywhere....I'm looking forward to your answers~
Can't say as I've had any fashion disasters - perhaps clothes that didn't fit me as well as they should (too big) but not enough so anyone noticed.
Horrible bosses? Whoa, a few of those. the guy who barely spoke English and seemed rather pleased that he was a totally disorganized slob. I do mean slob. He would sit at his desk and eat fruit all day and throw the detritus on the floor - like inches away from the waste basket. Ewww!
Or the woman who was an "outer directed" person - meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved. Like the time she pulled her car into the company parking lot, got out without turning the car off or setting the emergency break - it wasn't her fault when it rolled backwards and smashed into another car. Now take THAT attitude and apply it to running a business.
I've got a few more but so you really want to know?
I can't think of any fashion disasters unless you want to talk about the clothing of the 80s and I don't, so I'll answer the last question since the list is pretty long.
I had a lieutenant once that would do my job for me. I would plan out the day and assigns deputies to certain details and if they didn't want to do that detail they would go to the lieutenant and he would change everything around to make all the deputies happy. It wasn't making me too happy though. I asked him not to do that but he just kept right on changing things. So, I took of my sergeants strips and gave them to him as it seems unfair for me to get paid as a sergeant when he was doing all the work. That fixed the problem once and for all. He just was a miserable lieutenant and I was so glad when he finally got transferred.
Have a terrific day and thanks for the shout-out. Hugs. :)
Grace, laughing, and I mean I'm cracking up...I love this..."an outer directed" person-meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved."
She sounds like my mother...
How do people live like that?
Excellent answer!
And thanks for waiting most of the day for a response, and for being such a loyal friend.
I was lost today, absolutely lost, and it surprised me. And of course my computer wasn't any help...it reminds me of my cat Simon.
Oh, your boss makes me mad...it sounds to me like he was on a power trip, and obviously not smart enough to deal with you. (Smile) That was a great comeback...
By the way, I tried to give you a shout out, but when I tried to link to your post it didn't work. It was weird Sandee, it's like I forgot how to do a permalink, and by the time I figured it out, (except I cannot get the link to highlight) I went back to find your post and I couldn't find it.
I was so upset because your post is so funny, plus, in addition to trying to give you a shout out, I truly wanted others to read the post.
Anyway, let's see if I can make a long story short. While looking for your post I found the post of mine you mentioned in your post, (Do you know I didn't even remember it?) and I finally found yours.
I wrote a small comical post after this one with the correct link to your post. I hope people get it.
In any event, like I told Grace, I appreciate your loyalty and friendship. I know some people might believe I'll never have a book out because the publishing process takes so long. However, I do have a few that will be on the shelf in a few years, maybe less, but whenever they are, and before I finish the rewrites, I will remember to include you in my acknowledgments.
Because there are many things that hardship will teach you, but one of the most important is who your friends are. Thanks for your patience and continued support.
Annie, it is great to see a post from you. I know what you mean about having to learn your computer all over again.
My worst boss ever was a crazy red headed lady that owned a flower shop. It was my first time to work in flowers in a professional way. I was hired to deliver flowers.
This boss had some real mental problems. She loved to go to the grocery store in her big hairy bear claw slippers with her fur coat. She wore little or next to nothing underneath. She could smooze with the rich folks and cuss like a sailor at the same time. Very to the point and not discreet, if you know what I mean.
She was a total wack job. One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy. She and her hubs fought all the time. Once she left with her bear claw slippers and fur coat and headed North. It was a year before we ever saw her again. She pretended that she did all the designs to her customers. I guess her employees were her wait staff. LOL!
Take care and I look forward to reading more post.
Hey Pam! I love this: "One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy." That is great...I know a few people like that; and I can only imagine what a horror it would be to work for one of them.
Thank you for relating to me about the computer. I was beginning to get a little worried about early senility. I still haven't figured out how to highlight a permalink.
Can you believe that? And then everything has changed so much in a relatively short amount of time.
Also, thanks for such a warm welcome. I cannot wait to start reading your blog again either.
Annie, it is so good to see a post from you. Being from Louisiana, it breaks my heart to see it flood. And now we have hurricane season approaching? And now we are going to loose the oyster beds? Louisiana needs a break.
My grandmother, Nana, tortured her grandchildren and neighbors by taking outside showers, well, that is, until the shower broke, and she couldn't find a person within miles to fix it. The shower or pipe stood about five long, with a shower head on it, and a place where you could attach a hose on the side, like a shower/water faucet combination.
There was a concrete floor under the shower so your feet didn't sink in the grass and form a muddy mess while you bathed.
My grandmother's property was in an old neighborhood that accommodated the new world: for instance, her garden and ancient outside shower were next door to her neighbor’s tennis court and paved circular driveway, whereas, Nana’s circular drive was gravel. However, the ingredients of the old and new worlds did coexist, at least as far as location was concerned, because sandwiched between Nana's back porch and the neighbor’s back door stood the outside shower. Although, there were hedges between my grandmothers garden, shower, and the neighbors tennis courts, they served as natures curtain, perfect for curious children and peeping Toms, but they didn't offer much in the way of privacy to anyone else.
Although, we all played in the water pipe/shower, especially in the summer, and Nana occasionally took a shower, the outside water hose/pipe/shower, also functioned as a water supply to the garden and the rest of the side yard, when necessary.
My grandmother never understood why her grandchildren refused to take an outside shower, although, I think she did notice how eager we were to take an inside bath anytime. It wasn’t the fact that Nana took an outside bath that was the problem, our embarrassment was due to the neighbors clear view of her at their breakfast table. In other words, she could never grasp the fact that the people next door may not wish to view her soap her body, underwear or not, in the gleaming sun while they drank their morning coffee.
When her neighbors began to complain about their view from the breakfast table, we took it as one of the first clues that the best of both worlds were going to collide- It was just a matter of time-
I will never forget the evening we received our next clue...It is an evening that will rest with me until the end of my days:
I heard my older brother from Nana's back porch screaming, as if bitten by a snake, “Nana! Please stop!” he yelled, however impossible it was that she might hear, “I swear Nana, I’m never coming over here again if you don’t stop! Mr. Coors (her neighbor) is having a tennis party next door for some of his friends at the Country Club! They can see you, Nana!” he screamed so loud, you could see veins popping out of his neck. “They are watching you as we speak!”
I saw my brother jumping up and down waving his hands at my grandmother, while she slowly lathered the shampoo in her hair, oblivious to his shrieking! (Or pretending she was-)
My eyes followed my brother, who ran from the back porch to my grandmother's garden generating the attention of the tennis party next door from waving his hands back and forth, and jumping up and down in the the middle of the tomatoes; hence, the red juice from the fruit was splashing up in the air like fireworks on the fourth of July, and to top it off the garden was adjacent to my grandmother’s backyard shower and the neighbors tennis court.
Picture this image: My grandmothers neighbors guests playing tennis next door at their party, Nana's garden, my broth
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What a wonderful story. I laughed. I cried. I peed my pants. Your Nana sounds like an incredible lady. No bullshit about her.
I remember my grandmother's Styrofoam heads for her wigs that sat on her dresser. There were three of them. I think. They scared the hell out of me every time I stayed there overnight when I was a kid.
My grandmother, Nana, tortured her grandchildren and neighbors by taking outside showers, well, that is, until the shower broke, and she couldn't find a person within miles to fix it. The shower or pipe stood about five long, with a shower head on it, and a place where you could attach a hose on the side, like a shower/water faucet combination.
There was a concrete floor under the shower so your feet didn't sink in the grass and form a muddy mess while you bathed.
My grandmother's property was in an old neighborhood that accommodated the new world: for instance, her garden and ancient outside shower were next door to her neighbor’s tennis court and paved circular driveway, whereas, Nana’s circular drive was gravel. However, the ingredients of the old and new worlds did coexist, at least as far as location was concerned, because sandwiched between Nana's back porch and the neighbor’s back door stood the outside shower. Although, there were hedges between my grandmothers garden, shower, and the neighbors tennis courts, they served as natures curtain, perfect for curious children and peeping Toms, but they didn't offer much in the way of privacy to anyone else.
Although, we all played in the water pipe/shower, especially in the summer, and Nana occasionally took a shower, the outside water hose/pipe/shower, also functioned as a water supply to the garden and the rest of the side yard, when necessary.
My grandmother never understood why her grandchildren refused to take an outside shower, although, I think she did notice how eager we were to take an inside bath anytime. It wasn’t the fact that Nana took an outside bath that was the problem, our embarrassment was due to the neighbors clear view of her at their breakfast table. In other words, she could never grasp the fact that the people next door may not wish to view her soap her body, underwear or not, in the gleaming sun while they drank their morning coffee.
When her neighbors began to complain about their view from the breakfast table, we took it as one of the first clues that the best of both worlds were going to collide- It was just a matter of time-
I will never forget the evening we received our next clue...It is an evening that will rest with me until the end of my days:
I heard my older brother from Nana's back porch screaming, as if bitten by a snake, “Nana! Please stop!” he yelled, however impossible it was that she might hear, “I swear Nana, I’m never coming over here again if you don’t stop! Mr. Coors (her neighbor) is having a tennis party next door for some of his friends at the Country Club! They can see you, Nana!” he screamed so loud, you could see veins popping out of his neck.
“They are watching you as we speak!”
I saw my brother jumping up and down waving his hands at my grandmother, while she slowly lathered the shampoo in her hair, oblivious to his shrieking! (Or pretending she was-)
My eyes followed my brother, who ran from the back porch to my grandmother's garden generating the attention of the tennis party next door from waving his hands back and forth, and jumping up and down in the the middle of the tomatoes; hence, the red juice from the fruit was splashing up in the air like fireworks on the fourth of July, and to top it off the garden was adjacent to my grandmother’s backyard shower and the neighbors tennis court.
Picture this image: My grandmothers neighbors guests playing tenn
I wonder how many people have said, "What did we do last night?" after the sun comes up the morning? I mean, people who have tied one on the night before.......laughing...Oh, it is the worst feeling, emotionally as well as physically, even if you had a blast the night before.
Kris Kristofferson articulated it perfectly in the lyrics of one of his greatest songs, "Sunday Morning Coming Down." Because when you wake up after being intoxicated for hours, it's scary to realize that the world twirls just as fast without you-Whether you chose to take part in it or not-
Hence, I think nobody says it better than Kris...
This Tuesday's Question is, What is the worst hangover or drunken episode you've ever experienced?
In addition, it is the first Tuesday's Question I've answered in some time, but I thought it was only fair that I answer this one as well- I will explain more about Tuesday's Question at the end of this post...Have fun!
Two things made me think of this question today, one is the upcoming holidays, and the other is an old friend contacted me on Facebook, and it reminded me of old memories.
It was great to hear from her because we have been close friends for decades, in fact the following story took place a decade ago. Hence, you may wonder why such a close friend would have to find me on Facebook.
Well, it's because she remarried and moved to another city, and in that time we lost contact with each other like people sometimes do. So, again, I was delighted to hear from her, in addition to an added bonus of reaching mutual pal at the same time...another close friend who happened to share our late night antics.
But, before I move on...I would like to welcome everyone to Tuesday's Question, and say that I decided to post a lighter question this week, but I didn't want to glamorize alcohol so it took me all morning to find the right graphic.
But, don't get me wrong, I come from a long line of Irish Americans, so I have always loved to drink...it's getting drunk that's not worth it, although, it took me a while to learn to say goodbye to drinking, at least to the point of drunkenness.
Everything is better in moderation, and although this is Tuesday's Question is written to remember times that were funny; Please know that I am in no way condoning the over use of alcohol, in fact, I'm a strong believer in moderation, when it comes to everything.
O.K. now that I'm finished preaching to my younger, and perhaps, older readers, lets have some fun...
My worst hangover was awful, however, if I hadn't been polluted the night before, I might not have been able to handle the bizarre circumstances we found ourselves in that evening.
My friend and I were at home with Children on a constant basis, which was great, but there were times when we simply had to get out or we would lose our minds. We met at a time when we both needed something from the other, even if it was just another woman to understand what we were going through…
Anyway, to make a long story short, we set out one evening to have a good time, leaving the children with their fathers and babysitters.
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Can't help you with this one cookie. While there have been a few occasions when I drank more than I should have and did foolish things while under the influence I never woke up the next day with any ill effects. Unless you count remembering every foolish (embarrassing) thing I did the night before. Total recall is a bitch!
Grace, Well, I thank you for trying...You're so lucky to have never have a hangover, but you're right, total recall is a bitch!
I had the most difficult time posting this question yesterday. I just couldn't seem to finish it. So thanks for taking the time to comment.
One reason, I had so much trouble finishing, was that I forgot to turn my phones off...
Although, everyone knows that I work at home, they still call, plus, like many of us, (of a certain gender) I try too hard to multitask, which I do not do very well.
I'm afraid I'm better off taking a deep breath, and slowing down to one task at a time.
Therefore, as a result, this TQ is not one of my favorites. I was actually working on another post, but then I remembered that it was Tuesday.
Well your story was funny and a tad weird LOL I drink too much I just barf and then I am right as rain. Mostly, under the influence, I just say the first thing that crosses my mind. Embarrassing but not fatal - lots of laughs for everyone but me!
Multi-tasking is just having several projects underway at the same time - set priorities and let it it fly!
Oh this is an easy question. I was also young and foolish and didn't know about drinking too much.
I was a bartender for about 5 years in my youth. One day at the end of my shift I was invited to celebrate my birthday across the street at another bar. Wasn't allowed to drink where I worked. So, we all went across the street where everyone was buying me a shot of Scotch. My drink of choice.
I remember seeing shot glass after shot glass full of Scotch. They were all lined up in front of me. I'm not sure how many I downed, but at some point I just blacked out.
I woke up in my own bed, naked and wondering how I got home. Didn't have a clue. I was also married at that time and I was in big trouble. I was also sicker than a dog and I had to go to work at 10:30 that morning. Working in a bar...smelling alcohol.
I looked like death warmed over. I looked like I had been run over by a very large truck, but I went to work and completed my shift.
My girlfriends that were with me the night before told me that they loaded me in my car and drove me home. They undressed me and put me to bed. What a relief that was.
It took me three days to recover. I've never had scotch since and never will. It was a lesson I'll never forget.
Annie, Annie, Annie... there is no way in this world I could top your story! You cracked me up :)
Okay.. the worst hangover was last weekend... no just kidding ;)
The worst hangover was a long time ago when I was 18 and staying at a friends house for the night. I remember nothing except waking up with the room spinning and ended up spending the rest of the night with my head hung over her toilet. That's how I learned never to drink beer and hard liquor at the same time. Now I just drink hard liquor... ha ha ha! I guess you could say I'm a better drunk now ;)
Well, don't get me wrong in my younger years I had my share but nothing that tops your story Annie.
I guess one of the worst times was when myself, my hubby and a couple that lived next door went out on the lake in another friend's brand new houseboat.
I can't remember what we were drinking but we drank a lot of it.
We were all out just floating around and looking at the stars when all of a sudden I got very very ill.
I looked at my friend who owned the boat and said"I'm goiing to be si..."but befor I got the last word out up it came.
I was sick as a dog and I threw up right in the main area of the boat. I also happened to be standing right over the heater/air vent and down it went.
To this day I have no clue how or if he ever got that cleaned up. But, the story doesn't end there.
I layed down for a bit and everyone else continue on drinking. Then they all decided to dock at one of the bars located around the lake.
Don't ask me where in the heck that bar was because I don't remember. In fact, none of us do.
Well after being sick and laying down for a while I decided to go ahead and try another drink.
Now the story gets weird and very odd. Because this was a small bar and there were only a few people in there, all men.
They decided out of the blue to buy a round for the house. We thought that was great. Wow, free drinks right?
Well, all any of us can remember after that one drink is trying to walk back down to the dock.
Somehow we all got split up and separated trying to find the boat. Well, I found the boat and so did Frankie, the boat owner. But Walter and Linda wound up lost and wandering around in the woods looking fora house to call for help.
To this day none of us know where Dave, Linda's husband was or how he found his way back to his van. We had all ridden with them to visit Frankie on the house boat.
Now I am on the boat with Frankie and we are lost on the lake looking for the van. Linda and Walter got picked up by some other boaters and taken back to the van.
Now, Walter and I had been friends with Frankie for years. So i will attribute his behavior that night to whatever the heck was in that 1 drink we were all served in that bar.
He approached me and tried to come on to me and I was so shocked. So, even though I can't swim I jumped off of the boat.
Thank goodness I got lucky and another boat came along and picked me up as I was screaming and almost drowning.
The details of how those people or the people that picked up Walter and Linda remain a mystery to all of us even today.
How did they find a single van parked on a lake with 600 miles of shore line? I have no clue. I am just grateful they did!!
To wind the whole disastrous night and now the next day, because we all slept, wet, in the van, until the sun rose and then proceeded to drive home.
On the way home,about a sixty mile drive the transmission went out. Dave, a mechanic, of all things, could only get the van to go into second gear.
So we drove almost the entire sixty miles doing about fifteen miles an hour. And Walter and I sat in the back, heads pounding, swirling, oh we were sick as dogs, listening to Linda yell at Dave.
She just kept shouting "oh yea, some master mechanic you are!"
I have never been so glad to get home in my life. I am very thankful those days are long gone.
Now the world knows! That's my story and I'm sticking to it!!
My daughter called right as I was writing this. I just read over it and in the middle it makes no sense. Forgive me for that but I was typing and talking at the same time.
I hope you can at least understand my comment. Wow, I check every week and i am always the last one!!:-)))
Well, I am not exactly the person to ask because I have only been drunk once in my life. After all the toilet hugging and room spinning was over, I vowed never to drink again.
Too many alcholics in my family for me to mess with the stuff.
Hey Sandee, I wanted to write an easy fun question this week, but for some reason it took me most of the day to spit this one out- But, now I see it was worth it!
Your writing gets better with every comment. When I read the following paragraph I thought, Well Sandee, will help everyone write honestly.
"I looked like death warmed over. I looked like I had been run over by a very large truck, but I went to work and completed my shift."
And I thank you for helping to make Tuesday's Question "authentic" like I've wished it to be.
You know, I was also a bartender for awhile before I start school, but they let us drink there, so I had to quit after school started. :)
Thanks for another great answer, my friend. My smile is stuck in place~
"Okay.. the worst hangover was last weekend... no just kidding ;)"
I could smell and taste the liquor (Unless, Simon's making himself a drink) and beer...
You're right, the combination of beer and hard liquor creates an awful hangover, and the trick is learning how to drink...(Smile)
I love this,
"That's how I learned never to drink beer and hard liquor at the same time. Now I just drink hard liquor... ha ha ha! I guess you could say I'm a better drunk now ;)"
Had to come back are read everyone's comments on this question. Looks like most of us have about the same kind of ugly story. Glad those young and dumb days are over.
OMG . . . to this day I can't even stand the smell of tequila . . .
I am a rum and coke person, but the club had ten cent shots of tequila.
So . . . my friends and I had the bright idea of doing the salt and lemon thing with tequila shots. We lined up our change on the bar and proceeded to see who could go through their change the fastest.
Sometime during the course of the evening, I disappeared . . . one of my friends found me in the ladies room, curled up in a ball sleeping underneath the counter.
I don't remember much of that evening . . . only the fact that it took me three days to recover . . .
I could feel tears in my eyes before I opened them this morning, so I kept them closed...
It was an early morning in December, my favorite season- so I wondered why I woke up teary eyed-
Although, I did recognize this feeling...I 'd felt it before- this was not my first wagon ride.
I wanted to keep my eyes closed and continue to think of the cowboy curtains on my grandmothers drapes, the smell of honeysuckle vines in her yard, her dusty back porch, the clothesline, and the talkative morning birds.
My heart sings when I remember waking up at my grandmothers house long ago...It was a time when I woke up to the smell of bacon frying, homemade grape jam on toast, and the loudest birds I've ever heard chirping outside the window; I was curious about their conversation as they picked their way through the morning dew...
I imagined what they were gossiping about...but, they chirped so fast, that even if I could understand their language, their conversation would be impossible to follow.
I laughed to myself, thinking about how children think, and was careful not to open my eyes as my mind wandered back into yesterday. I remembered my grandmother laughing at my son's Golden Retriever, Wendy, as she raced squirrels from tree limb to tree limb, encircled the tree's trunk, and jumped toward the sky hoping a squirrel would lose their balance and fall. I started to laugh again, but suppressed it...
Because, I still wasn't ready to open my eyes...
I wished I was nine years old, and squeezed my eyes together tight, that way I could stay in the moment longer, although I knew I had to open them sometime.
As a matter of fact, I knew that "sometime" was around the corner, because I had to wipe the tears that were sliding down my cheeks; before they drew lines on my face- Why was I crying?- It was a surprise I decided to brush off and rationalize as tired, confused, lost, or "just one of those days."
I lay in bed feeling as if I were awaiting an unwelcome visitor- Nevertheless, I told myself I was strong and thought of good things until I felt better.
After all, it was an early morning in December, my favorite season- So I shrugged off the feeling and decided to focus on secure moments and new beginnings before I opened my eyes.
I always project myself into the future during the fall season and on Sundays-
For example, on Sunday I think of Monday, and during the spring months, I remember long hot summers.
Only, on this day of winter, I didn't think of the summer, I thought of cowboy curtains...
I thought again about the cowboy curtains that hung in my uncle’s boyhood room at my grandmother’s house. They smelled good, probably because they dried clinging to the clothesline on breezy spring afternoons.
It felt good to think about the smells and sounds rich in my Southern environment- and the lasting impression my grandmothers five hundred year old Oak left upon the recesses of my soul.
The agricultural climate in the south blends into your senses and becomes a part of who you are, and what you will remember for a lifetime.
Sometimes, I draw upon my heritage for comfort when I’m having trouble with life's harsh
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I have tears in my eyes. I am a southern girl too and as I was reading I could smell the honeysuckle vines.
I do think growing up in the south, at least when we were growing up, does leave certain imprints that only true southerners can feel, way down deep in their heart.
Annie this is wonderful. It brought back so many memories for me too.
Memories of my mother and how she would fan me on those long hot nights. I look back now and realize how very tired her arm must have gotten. But, she fanned away until I fell asleep.
Thank you for sharing this. Now I am the one wiping away the tears.
And thank you for reading it again...I'm trying to get a manuscript ready to send back to a publisher for a rewrite! I'm so excited that I can barely move my fingers.
Therefore, I decided to give myself some extra time by republishing an older post-
I'm going to post something new tomorrow, I promise.
You have a terrific day and evening too.
And big hug back to you~
By the way, I loved your answer to Tuesday's Question. :))
And now I'm misty eyed...I don't mean to sound melodramatic, but the crickets are going crazy outside tonight because I guess it's getting colder, and it makes me think of my grandmothers drafty old house.
Plus, it touches me that you could smell the honeysuckle vines... and I could see your mother fanning you on those "long hot nights." I bet her arm did get tired...
Motherhood is the hardest and yet, the most rewarding job on earth.
In addition, it really blow me away the first time I published this post, when Sandee mentioned her mother or remarked on how much it also reminded her of her childhood.
I guess because it's written from a child's viewpoint, combined with an adult memory.
They say we remember things on a timetable, for example, if something terrible has happened to us within a certain month, that our brain remembers.
In other words, we may be upset about something, or down in the dumps, and not even know why, but it's possible that our mind, body, and soul remembers a feeling around the same time of the year.
For instance, in this line, "I lay in bed feeling as if an unwelcome visitor had returned to my door."
So here is an adult reminding herself that she is strong and that she will survive.
She helps herself by recreating the good memories she has of love and being loved, by her family, and her surroundings.
You're welcome for sharing this, but thank you a million times over for telling me your reaction to it, particularly since you're a southerner yourself.
You never know if you are touching people...and it means so much when you find out that you have...
Now, I'm going to post Southern Nights by Glen Campbell.
It touches me that this post moved you so, and that it reminded you of your mother. And that you could smell honeysuckle vines.
That's what it's all about. It is really nice of you to point out in detail what you liked about it.
The first time I posted this post, Sandee also said it reminded her of her mother.
I loved this paragraph,
"Memories of my mother and how she would fan me on those long hot nights. I look back now and realize how very tired her arm must have gotten. But, she fanned away until I fell asleep."
I bet her arm did get tired...
Have a great evening Jackie,(I cannot decide whether to call you Shinade or Jackie. ) I like them both~
Now, I'm going to Publish 'Southern Nights' by Glen Campbell.
It's funny. I've been thinking about my grandmother and grandfather a lot lately. But I could not put the emotion into words as eloquently as you have. What a lovely tribute to your grandmother and the warmth she instilled in you. I could almost hear the sounds and smell the scents of the morning that brought you happiness such a long time ago.
Thank you for sharing. How close are you to completing the rewrite?
I thought I would try Music Monday, compliments of Shinade at The Painted Veil. and Lady Java. I'm not crazy about this video, but I love Faith Hill, and I can relate to this song;- so much so, that I feel like I wrote it-
Come join Music Monday and share your songs with us. Rules are simple. Leave ONLY the actual post link here and grab the code below and place it at your blog entry. You can grab this code at LadyJava's Lounge Please note these links are STRICTLY for Music Monday participants only. All others will be deleted without prejudice.
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Oh Annie I love this song. I only listen to C&W when I am with Walter, for the most pert. But when I do and it's good I really love it.
Welcome to Music Monday. I am so glad you are trying it out. Of course, LJ, is on the other side of the world so our Sunday is her Monday.
Oh I hope you try it out for a while. It takes a while for people to start following you. But, if you can post it early enough and hang in there, you will meet a lot of new friends who do this meme.
My kitchen faucet knows that tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day- because it quits working or swallows something at this time every year-hence, I'm going to have to move my calender on the front of the refrigerator, because I'm sure it can also read. But, that's alright, it's not going to get away with it this year, because as soon as I find the turkey, I'm going to call a plumber.
This is the beginning of the post Ann was writing for today, and will be posted as soon as possible.
Hello, my name is James, and I'm a friend of Annie's.She asked me to let you know that she fainted yesterday morning before she could finish writing her Tuesday post. Her doctor wanted to run some tests, so they kept her in the hospital overnight. When I talked to her this morning, the doctor hadn't made his rounds, but I'm sure that if all goes well, she will be home today.
She also asked me to "please remember" to let you know how sorry she is, and to be sure to put the paragraph, picture, and title for this post, in the right places. I hope I haven't made any mistakes, because Annie really appreciates her readers, and she was just getting back into the swing of things.
Anyway, she will be happy to know that you stopped by to visit, and I will be sure to keep you posted.
I found you from Dona Nobis Pacem. I love your site. I’m going to poke around a little bit, but don’t worry I’ll put everything back where I found it!!
A special note to my readers at the end of the post~
I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair!
I looked in the mirror after showering today, and saw the first few strands of old lady hair, well actually, white grays that used to be blond. I think of things out of the ordinary in the shower and today wasn’t any different. Today, I sang the song, I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair, from the movie South Pacific, and thought about my past. And my past includes my ex-husband, who I think about every time I hear that song. I imagine washing him out of my hair, then watching him swirl down the bathtub drain in circular motion. I considered other song titles that would also work nicely, such as, "I ’m gonna cram that man right down the tub drain," or "toss his bags right out the front door"...but I didn’t want to bore anyone with them....
This morning, I contemplated how joyful it would be to have magical powers, like Samantha (Elizabeth Montgomery) Stevens had on the Bewitched Show. A few minutes with super power is all the time I need to shrink my ex. to the size of Stuart Little, like "Endora" (Sam’s mother) did to Darin (Dick York) on the Bewitched show. I laughed to myself at the thought of my downsized ex-husband.
Whose name I can’t use, by the way, because it's redundant and he may sue me for Simon. (My cat) (Or worse, my money.) Hence, I will also call my ex "Dagwood," but I'll give him a name before the end of this post, I promise. .
I loved the Bewitched Show because it was a show about a woman witch. Anyway, I hope you are familiar with the comedy. If you're not, the leading characters mother referred to her son- in -law as "Dagwood" instead of calling him by his real name, which was "Darin," and I always loved that.
Moving on, today I thought about my "Dagwood" as I looked in the mirror at my "new" grays. You see, I blame him for them. Yep, it's his fault I have gray hair. Oh, I wish I could magically twinkle him into a tiny little man and watch him go down the drain.
I would love to see him swirling in a tiny tub tornado. But, that's not the best part. The best part is the thought of him calling out to me in a small voice...."Help me Annie, hon----ey, wha...in-the... Annie?"
Annie, I am glad that you are feeling better. That scared me when you just dropped off.
I enjoyed your post today.I had to laugh as I use to sing that song when I was a kid. And what else can you say about Bewitched? It was a funny show that I also watched in the day.
First, it's great that you are okay. It's also nice to have you explain what happened. It's double nice that James did a post so we knew what was happening. Well sort of what was happening.
I so love Bewitched back in the day. Agnus Moorehead cracked me up and she was a awful mother in law. Just saying.
Driftwood is a good name. You know I don't have one of those. I'm with my soul-mate so there you have it. I've had some loves in my life, but they are ex's for a very good reason.
Have a terrific day honey and get some much needed rest. Big hugs from chilly California. :)
It is kinda scary when a post pops up - "Annie fainted..." It does make us anxious. Glad you are much better!
I love "South Pacific", I probably could sing the whole score, not well of course, but still...
I'm 64 and didn't get married until I was 43, so I got me a boatload of exes - actually my current husband was almost an ex - but I'd be happy to see any or all of them - they were nice guys, just not keepers.
I'm soooo glad you're back and feeling better. Reading James post after your post was freaky. I think I blinked about 1,000 times while my jaw dropped. Once I removed my foot from my mouth and reattached said jaw, I realized the gravity of the words and was really worried. Stay well, please!
Maybe you need to rinse and then repeat. Maybe you need to rinse and then repeat. I'll stop now. I vote for the name Driftwood, too.
Thank you Jackie. I was worried about not being able to let you guys know what was wrong, in addition to worrying what WAS wrong...It's scary to think of how fragile life is...Thank you for thinking about me.
I bet your hair turned that pretty gray. It seems like people who gray early have always had great hair color. Both of my brothers went grey early, and they look better.
My hair is not going to do that...In fact, it scares me to think about what my hair might do.
But, men haven't succeeded in turning me completely gray yet- Actually, Dagwood was my only nightmare. I'm glad you have a really good Driftwood- I love my Driftwood too...
I think that sometimes, I use too much hyperbole in my posts. I'm just trying to make ya'll smile.
Thank you for welcoming me back with such a terrific song in your head; and now, I have one in my mine, You've Got A Friend.
Laughing...Do you know whats weird? For a minute, I forgot about The Bewitched theme song. It is a great song, especially the way she swooshes from the sky on her broom, and lands on top of her name.
The Producers were clever to produce Bewitched in the 1960's; the decade really worked for it.
There were woman characters with power showing up everywhere; I Dream Of Jeanie, was another one.
Anyway, I'm sorry I scared you, and thanks for the well wishes. You're a nice person Pam, and a great friend.
Thank you! :) You're welcome, and you're double welcome from James, he will be happy to know he helped.
I loved Agnes Moorehead too, (well obviously) and she sure did give mother-in-laws a bad name, didn't she? Oh, she was so funny...Poor Darin.
I love this, "I've had some loves in my life, but they are ex's for a very good reason."
Thank you for complimenting the name Driftwood, but as I told Jackie, I think I might use too much hyperbole sometimes.
'Cause actually, Driftwood is James, and he really deserves a better nickname, and although I still like it. It probably won't stick.
I am so glad that you're with your soul-mate. I cannot think of a person who deserves to be happy, more than you.
I will take your advice and get some rest, so that I can keep blogging with all of you. Thank you for caring enough to check on me...and bundle up with hubby~
You write so well. After reading your comment, I felt like I dropped from a cliff, not like I fell or was pushed, like I simply dropped straight down. I didn't fully realize how that post must have read...
Wow, you recreated a moment that stopped in time...
"I think I blinked about 1,000 times while my jaw dropped. Once I removed my foot from my mouth and reattached said jaw, I realized the gravity of the words..."
I will stay well~ And I'm glad you like Driftwood, I do too.
I'm so glad you're feeling better... just remember not to overdo it! We don't want you going timber again. This was a really great post in more ways than one ;)
A special note to my readers at the end of the post~
I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair!
I looked in the mirror after showering today, and saw the first few strands of old lady hair, well actually, white grays that used to be blond. I think of things out of the ordinary in the shower and today wasn’t any different. Today, I sang the song, I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair, from the movie South Pacific, and thought about my past. And my past includes my ex-husband, who I think about every time I hear that song. I imagine washing him out of my hair, then watching him swirl down the bathtub drain in circular motion.
I considered other song titles that would also work nicely, such as, "I ’m gonna cram that man right down the tub drain," or "toss his bags right out the front door"...but I didn’t want to bore anyone with them....
This morning, I contemplated how joyful it would be to have magical powers, like Samantha (Elizabeth Montgomery) Stevens had on the Bewitched Show. A few minutes with super power is all the time I need to shrink my ex. to the size of Stuart Little, like "Endora" (Sam’s mother) did to Darin (Dick York) on the Bewitched show. I laughed to myself at the thought of my downsized ex-husband.
Whose name I can’t use, by the way, because it's redundant and he may sue me for Simon. (My cat) (Or worse, my money.) Hence, I will also call my ex "Dagwood," but I'll give him a name before the end of this post, I promise. .
I loved the Bewitched Show because it was a show about a woman witch. Anyway, I hope you are familiar with the comedy. If you're not, the leading characters mother referred to her son- in -law as "Dagwood" instead of calling him by his real name, which was "Darin," and I always loved that.
Moving on, today I thought about my "Dagwood" as I looked in the mirror at my "new" grays. You see, I blame him for them. Yep, it's his fault I have gray hair. Oh, I wish I could magically twinkle him into a tiny little man and watch him go down the drain.
I would love to see him swirling in a tiny tub tornado. But, that's not the best part. The best part is the thought of him calling out to me in a small voice...."Help me Annie, hon----ey, wha...in-the... Annie?"
I could feel tears in my eyes before I opened them this morning, so I kept them closed...
It was an early morning in December, my favorite season- so I wondered why I woke up teary eyed-
Although, I did recognize this feeling...I 'd felt it before- this was not my first wagon ride.
I wanted to keep my eyes closed and think of the cowboy curtains on my grandmothers drapes, the smell of honeysuckle vines in her yard, her dusty back porch, the clothesline, and the talkative morning birds.
My heart sings when I remember waking up at my grandmothers house long ago...It was a time when I woke up to the smell of bacon frying, homemade grape jam on toast, and the loudest birds I've ever heard chirping outside the window; I was curious about their conversation as they picked their way through the morning dew...
I imagined what they were gossiping about...but, they chirped so fast, that even if I could understand their language, their conversation would be impossible to follow.
I laughed to myself, thinking about how children think, and was careful not to open my eyes as my mind wandered back into yesterday. I remembered my grandmother laughing at my son's Golden Retriever, Wendy, as she raced squirrels from tree limb to tree limb, encircled the tree's trunk, and jumped toward the sky hoping a squirrel would lose their balance and fall. I started to laugh again, but suppressed it...
Because, I still wasn't ready to open my eyes...
I wished I was nine years old, and squeezed my eyes together tight, that way I could stay in the moment a while longer, although I knew I had to open them sometime.
As a matter of fact, I knew that "sometime" was around the corner, because I had to wipe the tears that were sliding down my cheeks; before they drew lines on my face- Why was I crying?- It was a surprise I decided to brush off and rationalize as tired, confused, lost, or "just one of those days."
I lay in bed feeling as if I were awaiting an unwelcome visitor- Nevertheless, I told myself I was strong and thought of good things until I felt better.
After all, it was an early morning in December, my favorite season-
So I shrugged off the feeling and decided to focus on secure moments and new beginnings before I opened my eyes.
I always project myself into the future during the fall season and on Sundays-
For example, on Sunday I think of Monday, and during the spring months, I remember long hot summers.
Only, on this day of winter, I didn't think of the summer, I thought of cowboy curtains...
I thought again about the cowboy curtains that hung in my uncle’s boyhood room at my grandmother’s house. They smelled good, probably because they dried clinging to the clothesline on breezy spring afternoons.
It felt good to think about the smells and sounds rich in my Southern environment- and the lasting impression my grandmothers five hundred year old Oak left upon the recesses of my soul.
The agricultural climate in the south blends into your senses and becomes a part of who you are, and what you will remember for a lifetime.
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I've wondered this too. I just call it a head as that's the boating term for the restroom/bathroom. Can't call it a bathroom either since most don't have a shower. Just saying.
I'll help you with your new look whenever you are ready.
Have a terrific day. Big hugs. :)
A head sounds good. You learn something everyday. You know, you're right, you really couldn't call public bathrooms for the same reason. I thought about that-
I hope you read the note I wrote at the bottom of my post, and that you received a link o Comedy Plus. I obviously do not know how to use a line break, because it took the last paragraph off of my post. It's back up now though.
Let me know if you didn't get the link, and I spoke about you helping with the sun. You're a great friend and I want everyone to know it.:)
It's funny, you wondered about the same thing.
Love you Sandee. Have a terrific day.
Annie
It probably goes to the fact that toilets/washrooms/lavatories/loos/ladies rooms/mens rooms once, and in fancier places still do, had an ante room where one could sit or lie down and rest...