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A children's writers blog centering around articles for parents and children's writers. A Nice Place In The Sun focuses on children's book reviews, articles of interest to parents, and children's book publishing.
Newly established, the blogs author has recently posted Bizzy, The Busy Dog, its first children's manuscript, three book reviews and several articles of interest.
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I felt tears in my eyes before I opened them this morning...and I thought, here come the tears again...
It was an early December morning, my favorite season- so I wondered why I had tears in my eyes- But, I knew I didn’t want to open them-
Because I recognized this feeling...as one I had known 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, her azalea bushes in bloom, and my golden retriever...
In addition, if I opened my eyes, I might lose the ability to smell honeysuckle- I wished I was nine again and I squeezed my eyes together tight, that way I could stay in the moment longer, although I knew I had to open them sometime.
For one thing, I had to wipe the tears before they drew lines on my face, although I wondered why I was crying- 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 an unwelcome visitor had returned to my door. 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 opening 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 in winter, I didn't think of the summer, I thought of cowboy curtains...
I remembered the cowboy curtains that hung in my uncle’s boyhood room at my grandmother’s house. They always 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 a Southern environment- in addition, to the lasting impression my grandmothers five hundred year old Oak tree left on my soul.
The agricultural climate in the Deep South blends into your senses and becomes a part of who you are, and what you remember.
Sometimes, I draw upon my southern heritage for comfort when I’m having trouble with life's harsh realities. And 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.
The sound of crickets are entrenched in my mind, chirping in a rhythm I miss when I'm away...
I remember crickets singing when I opened the window in my uncle’s room before going to sleep at night- and watching the moonlight shine on the shadows as the drapes floated on the breeze away from the window...
It was as if the moonlight showed up to tell a story of cowboys and their horses. The cowboy drawings looked alive when the wind wiggled the drapes back and forth-Therefore, it was easy to imagine real cowboys roping, laughing, and branding cows, behind what would be a dusty curtain. I wished the tiny wranglers I envisioned were really alive, and sometimes I gave them names, histories, and character.
A glimpse inside the life of horses and cowboys who share the heart and spirit necessary to win any race, cross any countryside, or rope any calf, gives me courage- these imaginary cowboy's horses kicked dirt toward the sky until the end of every day- and so will I...
But today, I let my minds eye watch horse and rider gallop to the rhythms of life inside the breezy drapes of long ago.
Because, after all, I recognize this feeling...I've felt it before- this is not my first wagon ride, remember?
I will worry with the details tomorrow...I haven't the time today- time is too precious...
I will think of cowboy curtains, honeysuckle vines, my grandmother, my retriever...a cool drink of water... tall clover...and you-
Then I'll open my eyes...and begin a new day-
11 Comments on Cowboy Curtains, last added: 8/1/2009
What a lovely piece Annie. Very lovely indeed. I've felt this way more than once. I can so relate.
I hope you are feeling better honey. I keep you in my thoughts and prayers always. It is good to see a post from you and especially see you drop EC on my advert. That made me smile.
Have a terrific day sweetie. Biggest hugs ever and tons of lovies. :)
I think of you all the time Sandee, and I kept you in my thoughts and prayers too. I loved reading your blog again today. It was like coming home from a long vacation. Thanks for all of your support...for reading this post and others and continuing to comment in my absence.
You're a wonderful friend, and I know that you, Dawn, Grace, Speedy, Ettarose etc...continued support has made a remarkable difference in my attitude.
I will always be grateful...
You have a terrific day too. Biggest hugs ever back to you...always~
That was so romantic. Romantic in the way that soft southern breezes, 500 year old oak trees, crickets in the night are romantic.
What a beautiful piece of writing. I know I shall be coming back to read it again and again.
Glad you are feeling better. I appreciated your comment on my blog (and I answered it). Hope you will soon be well enough to enjoy everything life has to offer and get back to Tuesday's Question (Aren't I selfish?)
Positive thoughts, positive attitude, pleasant memories, can go a very long way. You have chosen a very good coping mechanism.
Annie, I hope you are healing from whatever it is that ails you. It makes me sad to know you don't feel well.
Now that I'm a southerner, too, I'm learning first hand about what you wrote about. Right now I have the cricket thing going on here big time! Now they will make me think of you!
Annie, there is just something about you, and the way you write. I feel at home here "every time" I visit. Sometimes I forget just how fragile, how special, and how truley amazing the life journey really is. Many days I get caught up in the mechanical ... you know, "get up, go to works, come home, blah blah blah"
If you have vision, there are so many miraculous attributes to our planet, and the people that surround you. Seems when you open your heart with no fear, the positive things that envelope your senses ALWAYS outnumber the times you are crushed. I love to live in memories too .... If you close your eyes and go back, it is possible to feel Grandmothers love again, and to hold those that were the most important figures in guidance as a young boy.
Inside all of us is a vast treasure of recallections, experiences, and adventure. What I love most about my past, is what I hope to achieve every day.
I was feeling just a bit "alone" before stopping in to your blog today. Now? at all
Several lakes surrounded the university campus where I went to school years ago; hence, ducks usually walked students to class hoping we would share our breakfast. We could hear their wings flapping and a chorus of ducks quaking before we lifted our heads off of the pillow each morning, including week-ends. I suppose Roosters were born to wake up farmers, and Ducks are here to wake up students, entertain children and adults, and swim. However, there are strict rules when it comes to ducks; you always bring bread, and you never, ever interrupt their breakfast.
Most ducks are polite and easy to live with, but these university ducks were different; they were were loud and aggressive, especially if you didn't offer them something to eat. And most students believed the ducks knew which students were going to fed them, much like a waiter knows a good tipper. Incidentally, the ducks rush toward the best bread dropper with as much vigor, as a waitress to the table of a good tipper. Therefore, every morning most of us left with the ducks daily breakfast, or I did anyway.
It was hard to remember the rules about ducks early every morning, especially with everything else we had on our minds, but one morning a Daddy duck provided us students with a valuable lesson. In addition to entertaining the campus with the funniest thing most of us ever witnessed in public; a daddy duck reminded us to never ever interfere with a ducks breakfast.
On the morning in question, I was sitting by one of the University lakes reading, when I overheard a couple arguing in front of a pair of ducks. The voices of the arguing couple and the gander's squawking sounded like an aggressive duck fight; and one loud enough to wake every creature within miles.
I felt sorry for the ducks, because this duck family wasn't bothering anyone until the couple came along. They were minding their own business, trying to feed their ducklings breakfast and I suppose send them to duckling school, when these people showed up and disturbed their morning. Hence, it's easy to understand why the daddy duck got his feathers in a ruffle over the human couples apparent rudeness and quickly charged in their direction.
When he approached the couple the man realized he was being challenged, so he put his hands in the air as if giving himself up for arrest, but Mr. Gander wasn't having it, and continued to advance upon the guy.
Everyone around the lake, including me, started laughing as this poor man kept shouting for help and backing away from his attacker. While the rest of the duck family squawked, the guy shouted and raised his fists as if demanding a fair fight from the creature, who continued his advance until he chased the guy down the sidewalk. It was the funniest thing I've ever witnessed, so funny that the memory makes me laugh today.
Then, as if that wasn't enough entertainment for the day; later that afternoon when I was in another class in the same building, I heard squawking again, only this time I was inside a classroom.
The classroom had three hundred theater style seats and two double doors at the entrance, so the students sitting in the seats near the entrance could hear someone outside shouting, "Let go of me, ouch, let go of me," followed by more squawking and honking, until the double doors to the classroom blasted open, and in comes a man running from the same duck I saw that morning.
Then, instead of rescuing their fellow student, everyone began climbing to the top seats to get away from the dangerous creature; who was doing his best to run with his head low enough to nip the man on his heels and balance his wings without tipping over - he resembled a small airplane preparing to land on the runway.
The man ran up the row of seats with the daddy duck in hot pursuit nipping at his ankles... while students were shouting, "Did you forget to give him bread?"
Finally someone latched onto both man and duck and the situation came to a screeching, honking, feather flying halt, leaving an entire classroom of students laughing hysterically.
This daddy ducks behavior that morning was one of the most valuable lessons I've ever learned without having to endure stiff consequences.
And the lesson was; there are strict rules when it comes to ducks; you always bring bread, and you never, ever interrupt their breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
6 Comments on Never, Ever, Interrupt A Daddy Ducks Breakfast, last added: 10/22/2009
The color of the water in the gulf changed from dark blue to black at nightfall, so my vision was hazy, but I held my son tight as our raft bounced on the waves.
My stomach felt weak, and I braced myself for what may be a trip to the edge of the world. I gently stroked my son’s wavy brown hair, and rocked him against my chest. His hair smelled like the day we had before nightfall...full of sunscreen, salt, and sweat. The droplets of water on his hair gave off the only light, except for the fish splashing through the waves, and the tiny white stars twinkling in the distance.
We were a part of the stars and the distance between us, suspended on our raft in rough deep water, miles above the ocean floor, and so far from land that we couldn’t see a line in the horizon, or where the sky ended and the body of water began. Disoriented, I prayed I could hold my head up while our son slept on my chest sucking his thumb, knowing I would bring him home safely. Nevertheless, all I knew was that I was waiting for you.
I could see your bright eyes and brown wavy hair sprinkled with water and sand from earlier in the day. I could see you paddling in the dark directionless water, toward us and our future lives together. However, the raft started spinning fast, then faster, as if we were disappearing from land.
My heart raced as we spun backwards and further away from what appeared to be nowhere...the night got darker, and I could not open my eyes. Realizing it was a dream, I tried to force myself awake while my heart pounded inside my chest, until I finally opened my eyes.
The first time I had this dream my son was a baby, and his father and I kept separating for short periods. Mainly, because I refused to acknowledge that I needed to leave a man I loved due to his violent nature.
In addition, I refused to admit how frightened I was of someone I dearly loved- I was young and tormented by how I could feel those two conflicting feelings- However, I was evidently more afraid of changing my circumstances than I was of him, or anything else.
My mother has always said that "there is nothing as constant as change," and it’s true. Yet, so many of us will do anything to avoid changing what feels comfortable and predictable in our lives, when in truth, without change, you cannot do so many of the things that make life valuable, or in some cases bearable.
In any event, I decided this dream was a subconscious awakening for me, and there are few things more precious than awareness.
Today is Monday, (as if you didn’t know) and tomorrow I’m bringing back the first Tuesday’s Question I’ve asked in forever- or a long time ago-
I’m starting over again for like the hundredth time in my life, but this time I’m excited about what a new reality will look like, and I’m glad I had the dream that changed my life long ago. Anyway, I was thinking about how sometimes a dream or an event can change the course of our lives, or change the way we view a situation.
This dream changed the direction of my life. I was in a scary relationship, although, I wasn’t consciously aware of it at the time. In fact, I kept wondering why I was having nightmares, and why I kept dreaming different variations of the same dream, go figure.
In any event, I believe the dream opened my private eyes, to the troubles in my private life, and in so doing, helped me bring about the changes that more than likely saved my life, in addition to our sons’ future well being.
Now, I bet you cannot guess what Tuesday’s Question will be…can you. I hope you will forgive me for not writing a humorous post, in addition to not writing many posts at all for a while.
Moreover, I want to thank all of you who diligently checked on me for months.
There is little doubt how much all of you have contributed, and still contribute to my health and happiness. I know who you are...and I have a surprise for you before this weekend. Tell then, you'll have to deal with Tuesday's Question- Which will probably be the hardest one to guess this year.
So...put on your thinking caps...
Note: Since my computer thinks HIMself the boss, this post was published later than expected, therefore, the electronic egomaniac has not only set us behind for today, but now to allow for more time, I will also post Tuesday’s Question later in the day tomorrow- I hope that's alright.
11 Comments on Spinning Away From Nowhere, last added: 8/8/2009
Hi Annie - It's great to see a post from you and I'm pretty sure what the question is going to be tomorrow. I think I can contribute quite nicely on this one. I've been in the same place. Got out finally. Yes, I'm pretty sure what the question is going to be.
Have a terrific day honey. See you tomorrow. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
It's lovely to see you back online! I believe dreams often try to tell us things... I guess it's just a matter of listening. Looking forward to Tuesday's Question! Luvs ya :)
Wow. You have been so much. I also believe that dreams tell us what our consciousness is too stubborn to take care of, sometimes. The good thing is that you got the message from the universe that you had to take action and that you did it. For your safety and for the safety of your child. I admire your courage. Please know you made the absolute correct decision and for that, you should be applauded.
The Retired one~ Oh yes, stubbornness...You're right about dreams or your subconscious tapping you on the shoulder when you're too stubborn to listen or follow your instincts.
My poor subconscious has had to practically shove me into most things...
Thank you for complimenting me on my courage. That was really nice of you to say that. However, I'm grateful I had a child...
Thank you for such a nice comment...You always leave the best ones.
Mushy, It's always nice to see you. Yeah, I know what you mean about not knowing what some dreams are about.
Most of the dreams I even remember now, I have a hard time figuring them out. However, on the other hand, I've had times when I've thought back to a few, and thought, I know where "that" came from. (Smile)
Have a great evening Mushy, and thanks for the comment~
Grace, You got it! I love it when a reader gets it, even though most of the time I don't tell them. However, the dream is true, I usually do not tell my readers what's behind a metaphor.
In fact, I was wondering if I should, but I wanted to use the dream for Tuesday's Question. Dawn figured out what was behind Cowboy Curtains too, or that it was a metaphor.
I'm not telling you guys anymore...I want you to take your own ideas from it, and get lost in the story. But...you'll probably guess it anyway...
I love to write metaphors, I guess that's one reason I love to write for children. Because all Children's stories are written in metaphor, but I'm sure you already know that.
Whenever, my books get shelved, I'll send a copy to Mr. Gaw-juss.
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday Question. This weeks question is:
Have you ever had a dream that made you change your mind about something? What was the dream, and what happened as a result of it?
For example, look at the image above...If the image was this poor man's dream, what do you think his subconscious may be trying to tell him? I'm surprised I haven't had this dream myself, except my cat Simon would be sitting in the chair.
Alright, you read my dream yesterday, and now you've seen the image of the cartoon man's dream, now it's your turn...
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8 Comments on Have you Ever Had A Dream That Made You Change Your Mind About Something? (Tuesday's Question), last added: 8/6/2009
I'm sitting here mulling over about a thousand dreams I've had but you know... I cannot come up with one that made me change my mind about something. Let me think some more ;)
Hi Annie - It sure is nice to see a Tuesday's Question. Just saying.
Okay, here's my dream. I was a very young adult and kept having the same reoccurring dream. I was in the front passenger seat of a yellow car and there was a man driving. In the back seat there was a little boy. I didn't have a boyfriend or a little boy at the time. We are driving along and everything switch's to slow motion. I then realize that we are going to have a car accident. There is the impact and I can hear the metal of the cars crumpling and the glass is flying everywhere. In slow motion of course. I am screaming and then I wake up. The dream never changed one bit for about five years or so. I would have it several times a year. Always exactly the same dream.
I married and had a son. I refused to have a yellow car. I refused to ride in a yellow car. Here I was with a husband and a small boy. I took this as a warning.
I'm now a grandmother of two beautiful girls. My son just turned 39 and all is well with the world. I truly believe that I was not to have a yellow car. I'm forever grateful that that dream is no longer reoccurring.
Have a terrific day Annie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Dawn...Laughing...Think about it, I bet there is one...But, I'm going to post this answer anyway...because the same will probably be true for a lot of people. And I want to give you the link ;)
Hi Annie - It sure is nice to see a Tuesday's Question. Just saying.
Okay, here's my dream. I laughed...
And your dream was unbelievable...I read it twice. I think it was some kind of premonition too...Oh, it's scary. It makes you not want to even think about it long. I cannot imagine dreaming that once, much less several times a year.
Reoccurring dreams are weird. I've had a few, but I never figured out what most of them meant.
You know, you write well...you gave me chills. I enjoyed reading it, and I'm glad everything turned out alright.
I'm glad you never bought a yellow car, or got in one. But, the creepiest part for me was the man driving with a little boy in the backseat. And you dreaming it before you were married or had your son.
Man, you were kidding when you said you had a good one for me...
Thanks Sandee, I'm posting it now...
You have a terrific evening too, and Big hug and lotsa lovies back~
I would like to say I have, and maybe I have but I don't remember. I have very vivid dreams, the most annoying are the ones with people I don't know in them, but I only remember them for a short time after I wake. I have had prophetic "dreams" while I was awake, but that may be something else altogether.
Sorry Annie but I cannot come up with one dream that I felt was a premonition. I have had several recurring dreams that reflect my fears... but nothing that worried me enough to change my mind about something. For example I've had dreams about the dog dying since she was a puppy and now she's almost 16. I've also had very PROFOUND dreams... but again they did not influence a decision. Sorry!
Hey Grace, Laughing..."I have had prophetic "dreams" while I was awake, but that may be something else altogether." It maybe something else altogether, but at least when you're awake, you can write them down and definitely remember them better.
I don't know if I've ever had a dream with strangers in them...that sounds like it could be scary.
It sounds like you have a really vivid imagination.
Dawn, I'm just happy to have a comment from you, and it's sweet of you to come back...You're a real buddy, but I guess I already know that.
I wonder why we have reoccurring dreams? I mean, is it because our subconscious wasn't finished babbling the first time...or because it runs out of "dream" ideas, so it forces you dream the same dream again?
Have you ever been left with the "feeling" of a dream, but haven't been able to remember what it was about?
(Smile) I'm sorry, I'm babbling now, and don't worry that won't be next weeks question. :))
Thanks again for coming back Dawn. You're the best. ;)))
When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?
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I know this will probably be a hard question, (especially for Americans) seeing how most of us have suppressed our youthful untruths on account of George Washington- I kind of believe it's his fault-
George should have left that cherry tree alone-period. In addition, I wonder, what in the world he was doing with a new hatchet at his tender age? I mean the image above is a pretty good example of why young boy's should not own a hatchet, saw, knife, etc...
In any event, after hearing the following words read aloud by our teachers, parents, friends, and other grown-ups...words that were (supposedly) uttered by dear George, (the goody-goodie)to his father when asked about butchering his father's cherry tree, "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet."
Now, help me understand how a child who heard that story, or rather had it drilled into their brains, could ever live with themselves after telling a lie, much less admit their falsehoods to anyone else?
However, in all fairness, George is not completely to blame...What I mean is, he didn't go around bragging about his flawlessness, in fact, he didn't tell the story at all. It was written by Mason Locke Weems, and you can read about it here. Hence, do not feel guilty about the fibs you told when you were a child.
On the contrary, you can feel good about telling your friends about your dishonest youth. Your friends will not judge you, and believe me, we all have a story to tell. After all, George Washington did believe in honesty, and would be proud of you for confessing your childhood fabrications. Hence, let's hear your story...
Alright, I'm moving on without George, because I wanted to tell you something else too... I could have sworn that I had already asked this question, but when I searched through my archives I didn't see it listed. Instead, I found a post I wrote two months after I started blogging, entitled When Young Children Lie For Approval. Hence, there is proof a few hundred years later, that a little fibbing is part of growing up.
Anyway, I found it odd that my writing style was so different then, or maybe it's because I originally wrote for it for a different audience. An audience that wasn't as cool as you bloggers are... In any event, I decided to make it one of my first posts. I cannot believe I've been blogging since June of 2007, and I still have so much to learn. But, I met some of my best friends at the same time, which means we've known each other for two years, and you know who you are.
Anyway, I've thought of this question a few times but haven't posted it, therefore you are the first audience to answer this question:
When was the first time you told a lie, and what was it?
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Here's the question again: When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?
14 Comments on When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It? (Tuesday's Question), last added: 8/15/2009
Let's see for close to 2 - 2 1/2 years my vocabulary consisted of Ma, Pa, John and No. I was told my first sentence was "I don't want to, make John do it" and I then proceeded to go out the door and slam it. I think my first lie would have been shortly thereafter. It was a matter of survival. The mother always said "Don't lie to me. If you tell me the truth I won't hit you" - She lied.
The first lie? The first? I've told so many lies and many for a very good reason, but the first lie? Haven't a clue.
I've lied to my parents, my son, my boss, just about everyone except my husband. My first lie? I haven't a clue. I had to have done that as soon as I could talk. Just saying.
Have a terrific day Annie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Grace, Oh, the joy of siblings ...laughing...I love this.."I don't want to, make John do it" and "to go out the door and slam it." Are you sure you're not from the South? laughing...I mean, because we're also good at slamming doors...
And I think we all know what you mean by survival...
Thanks for the hilarious comment, and for playing along with my song of the day. I will go and listen to it...:)))
Annie: The mother said that she was so shocked that I finally spoke she didn't realize I had talked back to her. Since my elder make sibling walked and talked at an early age and I didn't the mother thought I was retarded but my Aunt Bella said "Leave her alone, she's listening" and the doctor said "Does she get what she needs? Does she communicate? So who is smarter, John who talks to communicate or Grace who does it without talking?" HA HA!
Grace, I just finished listening and watching the 9 Crimes video. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. This is the first time my plan for sharing songs worked...
And maybe it's because Grace can communicate without saying a word. Unlike John who talks to communicate. Laughing...:))
Well, I am not if this was the first, but I vividly remember breaking a window on the house as a young child. It was one of those small basement ventilation windows on the side facing the park. As you might guess, I said that some other kid went by and broke the window.
TO MY SHOCK ... my folks called the police department. NOW I was having some butterflies in my stomach. I hid behind the bushes when they arrived. It was a valuable lesson obviously, because my guilt still feels strong now just writing about the incident.
I broke more windows in my childhood, and fessed up to the accident. They WERE all accidents you know, even though home plate was in front of them ..... (( smile ))
Hey Speedy! I miss you. I went by your blog the other day and tried to leave a message, but my computer decided not to load. I haven't the slightest idea why it does at times, but it's aggravating...I cannot stand that hour glass.
Anyway, I'm thrilled to see you here. :))
I love your answer, as always...I bet a lot of guys first lie had something to do with a broken window...laughing...
And I bet you were shocked when your parents called the police. At least you learned a valuable lesson, but still I bet they would have forgiven you, like they did the other times.
I have a boy, and sometimes it just takes practice to be perfect. (Smile)
I love this line: "They WERE all accidents you know, even though home plate was in front of them"..... (( smile ))
You see, I mean I guy has to practice somewhere, right?
And I love your song...'That's Life' is one of my favorite songs, especially when Frank sings it.
Hi honey, how are you feeling today? Great question here I must say although a tough one to answer. I don't remember my first lie but I do remember one that sticks out in my mind. I was running down the sidewalk when I was about nine and I had a button in my mouth. Somehow I swallowed it and was terrified. I think I was more afraid to tell my mom I had a button in my mouth than the fact I had actually swallowed a foreign object, so for years my mother thought I was scared of birds. That is what I told her when I went home crying. So silly.
Ettarose, I'm doing much better, thank you. And thank you for being such a loyal friend. Honestly, if it wasn't for a handful of bloggers, I really don't know if I could say I'm doing better. And you're one of them. Everyone's support has been unmeasurable and greatly appreciated.
Now, in respect to your comment. You literally made me wet my pants from laughing. Yours is one of the funniest answers I've read, and that's saying something, because they're all so funny.
Children do the silliest things...
Did you ever tell your mother this story? If you haven't, you need too...it's too funny.
You're the greatest Ettarose. Thanks for the laugh and contributing to Tuesday's Question.
I think my first lie was when I told my grandmother that I have cleaned the living room upstairs when I really did not, of course. I hated cleaning when I was young (grade school), but she always asked me to do it. I made some 'noises' as if I was pushing the sofa, made clunking noises with the figurines as if they were being dusted, etc. When I made her believed, I repeated that lie again! Sssssshhh! Don't tell. She's downstairs right now ;o)
I suppose I should start this post with an apology to my sweet Louisiana. Because I’m afraid this post may not flatter her in the way she deserves to be complimented. Hence, I want to start by saying, I think Louisiana deserves praise for remaining a lady after all she’s been through, particularly the city of New Orleans.
However, Louisiana summers are just too hot for anything but alligators and water moccasins. I think we ought to leave it to the critters in the summertime, where the "Livin’ may be Easy," but the fish are jumpin' because the waters boiling hot. One of the reasons life is so slow in the South, is the fact that it’s too steamy to move. Moreover, when you mix a passionate people with a sweltering environment, tempers flare, and out come the muddy water attitudes, which you'll see in this post.
My story begins when I went to get my haircut last week, and I was dripping with sweat. I felt like my face was melting sideways, much like a candle burning down to the wick...I could feel mascara streaming down my face. I’m certain I looked like a combination between Elvira and a member of the seventies rock group, Kiss.
(I tried to save money by washing my hair before I left, but it was useless.)
In addition, I’m not sure if it’s me or them, but hairdressers do not appear to be listening these days, and I know they hear me. There is a difference, I think, between hearing and listening, however, I’ve never heard of anyone who is capable of doing both at the same time.
In other words, they cannot possibly listen to me, and have a conversation with their co-workers at the same time. That would be humanly impossible, and if they can talk to two people at once, they might as well retire from cosmetology all together, because they would be the first to do so.
Although, I guess the truth is they could care less, hence, as a result, I spent most of this year searching for a decent hairdresser.
And boy, did I find one- Excited about my appointment, I fought my way through traffic to get to the salon, then pulled into the parking lot and parked. However, when I looked in the rear- view mirror, and saw my face I was horrified. I looked like a raccoon with a wet mop on its head- My eyes had black rings around them, and my hair was as limp as a wet rag.
I wanted to make a nice first impression, so I sat in my son’s car for five or ten minutes redoing my make-up, before I finally gave up and went inside. (Do not ask me where my car is.)
Then, upon entering the salon, my new hairdresser took it upon herself, to spout the first of many insults...
She said,
"Hello, did you come for a haircut?"
(No, I thought to myself, I came to admire myself in your mirrors.)
Then she cocked her head slightly to the right, and said with a mannequin-like smile,
"Oh, my goodness, my dear you are soaking wet. Is it raining outside?"
All right, I thought, this is not going well...How can someone live in South Louisiana in August, and ask me a question like that? Particularly, when her salon has two gigantic windows in front?
I just smiled, and prayed that her hearing was better than her eyesight, then responded in a traditional lady- like way,
"No, it’s obviously not raining outside, and with all due respect, if you haven't noticed, I’m sweating. It’s about a hundred degrees out there. Have you been outside today?" (On the other hand, maybe she slept in her salon.)
Ignoring my comment, she replied, "So, I guess you will need a shampoo?"
I wanted to say no, I had just washed what little hair I have at home, but of course, I didn’t, instead, I said,
"Yes, I suppose I do, thank you." (What in the world, was I thanking HER For?)
After which, I obediently followed my new hairdresser to the back of her salon, where I would lay my head backwards over a sink, and stare into her mean eyes as she washed my hair.
It must have been obvious by my body language that I felt vulnerable, because she flashed her fake smile at me again, before she gently pushed my head against the back of the sink.
As she smacked her gum and hummed, I watched her face from a different angle as she washed my hair, and it was almost like seeing a different person. I’ve lived long enough to know that her attitude toward me had little to do with me personally, so why the anger on my part?
She was just a silly hairdresser with nothing better to do, but lay her troubles on someones shoulder, and I knew if I tried harder, we might become friends, but it was too hot.
What I mean is my face started sweating profusely from the heat in the shampoo room, in addition to the hot water she was pouring over my face. Why was she pouring water over my face? She was supposed to be washing my hair, not my face. Then, I suddenly wanted to kill her again, but I reined myself in, and thought she must have a ton of stuff going on at home.
Hence, instead, I talked to myself silently, "That’s alright Annie, you’ll get her back in the fall. Before entering her salon again, you will wash, comb, and blow dry your hair, go for a pedicure, and waltz in there wearing a white linen suit."
Whereupon, you will politely declare, "I cleaned up for you. You were so nice the last time I was here, that I wished to spare you the hassle of having too much to do at one time."
If that sounds passive aggressive, it’s because it is...Most southern woman are passive aggressive when the gloves come off, and hers were off the minute I stepped through her glass door.
I cannot stand mean people, and I really cannot stand confrontation, but she was backing me in a corner.
However, at least I learned from an early age how to sprinkle my words with enough sugar to cover a plate of beignets. (Louisiana's State donut)
Therefore, my thoughts were one thing, but my words to her were chocolate covered poison-
Before completely losing my cool, I reminded myself that her attitude had nothing to do with me, so I continued talking to her in my head one way, while I laced the words I spoke with sugarcane.
And it worked. Suddenly, her rock hard expressionless face changed from pensive and unforgiving to warm and regretful, and when I sat in her barber chair to get my haircut, she said,
"I’m sorry, Ms. Clemmons, I’m having a really bad day, and I believe I’ve taken it out on you."
"Really, it’s alright, I said, we all have bad days."
Although, I wondered if she was really thinking about tip time, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt anyway, because, after all life is not easy anywhere, and it’s particularly hard in a hundred degree weather.
Consequently, I suppose I was right, people are living in their own heads most of the time, thinking about their own troubles and doing the best they can with what they have.
Moreover, from that day on, I will have be happy with a bad haircut, that is until it grows out, and hope we do not have another hurricane this year.
In addition, I was happy with myself for changing my way of thinking as I walked to the car. I thought about my good fortune, for one thing I was born in Louisiana in the days of air conditioning, and deodorant.
In closing, I tipped the mean/nice hairdresser, who was not sweating like the rest of us that day...and I cannot help but wonder why...
I cannot shake the feeling a splash of water would have melted her into a water puddle. (Because mean witches melt, whether they're from the east, south, or west.)
In any event, I still believe there's nothing like Southern hospitality, you just have to avoid the hot sauce in the summertime.
Summer in New Orleans and you are wearing make-up? Yikes lady, that's taking Southern Belle-ness a bit too far.
and maybe she was having a bad day - it's really not such an easy job...
So not saying what you were thinking was a kindness...and if you got a really awful haircut a tip wasn't necessary, as long as you never go back there LOL
And you're so right about kindness. I was happy when she turned things around. I think if you continue to at least say nice things turn out fine in the end.
I'm not southern so I wouldn't have approached it quite the same. I would have left never to return. Before she did anything. Just saying. I would have been nice about it, but I would have left.
Annie, you did make me smile! I think I actually giggled a bit...I once got the worst haircut of my natural born life, had to wear a hat for 2 weeks and still I tipped the rat-bastard. Of course that was then and this is now and I wouldn't do it - bad haircut no tip and possibly a law suit, or at the very least a temper tantrum, and possibly picketing the shop and maybe a voodoo doll and..and and...
Sandee, I'm definitely not a better person than you...It has everything to do with the way I was brought up.
We used to a little dog who barked his head off when he was in the car, but the minute you opened the car door, he quickly grew silent. I'm a lot like him.
And perhaps I shouldn't speak for all Southerners, but in my family I was taught to be polite and courteous at all times.
I think it's ridiculous, and I was trying to approach that social tradition and attitude in a humorous way. It's hard to explain.
In addition, I hope I didn't go overboard on the use of hyperbole. I was exaggerating my emotions to show the way I felt deep inside, as opposed to what was coming out of my mouth. Does that make sense?
In any event, the hairdresser and I are fine, and you're right most people would have walked out, but not this wimp. :))
Grace, Thank you so much for coming back and leaving another comment. It's a challenge to communicate what we mean using only words.
Obviously. I'm afraid that maybe I didn't do a very good job of bringing that across on this post. I hated for you to think I was mean or really meant the words I was saying in my head.
I was trying to show my emotional state of mind, so maybe the words and phrases I used were too harsh.
It's hard to explain. But, you know what I mean, don't you?
I'm happy you came back and I'm glad that made a giggle a bit.
You're one of my favorite people...and I would never want you to misinterpret my character.
My words are not poisonous, and I would never have the courage to waltz in the salon in the way I described.
Your words are so very true and well matched...thanks for the lovely read.
The photo reminds me of two places; one in Charleston, the other in Mississippi. The first I have the photo in my files and other is only words in my head from a time a long, long, ago.
Mushy, You're a God send. Thank you. You're right, I can see Mississippi, but I've never been to Charleston. I would love to go though...and I would love to see your photo, as well as hear the words in your head.
It's such fun to write about the South...thanks for letting me escape into the open. ;)
Hi Annie... your story made me think of the time I went to a new hairdresser (many years ago) and he informed me that my hair 'would take a miracle' to make beautiful. Uggh... I should not have let him touch my hair...lol
I'm afraid that with the condition my hair is in right now... it *would* take a miracle. I haven't been to a hairdresser in years...
Annie, I like the way you told her how you felt, if only in your head. That was good. Reminded me of that old joke about the two southern girls telling each other what they were given and after the one told about all the things her daddy bought her, the friend just kept saying That's nice, that's nice. When asked what her daddy had taught her she answered " he taught me to say that's nice instead of f#$#k you." Yes southern girls have all the class!
I do not watch a large amound of movies, and purchase maybe one per year. I bought this one. (obviously I like your pick!)
Something about movies like this that I like. You have a life problem, and you fight to fix it. Then all is good. It soothes my heart to think like this for an hour and a half. Of course, as we know, real life is one mountain to climb after another ;-)
NEMO is a movie that can be enjoyable to any age, and has comedy aimed at different demographics. Very few films fit this characteristic of having such mass appeal.
I have watched this more than once, and am smiling through almost every minute. How can you go wrong?
One of my all time favorites, and the movie I have probably watched more than any other is "Trains Plains and Automobiles". CLASSIC in my book!
.... song opf the day? hmmm, I have not listened to any yet today. How strange is that?? BUT - on TV in the background is a story about an Elvis impersonator. He was singing "His truth is marching on"
I will go with that (( smiles ))
Big hug from SpeedyCat to Annie. I was happy to see you were in my mailbox ... so to speak!
Thanks Annie - the x-word clue was "Airline mentioned in 'Back in the U.S.S.R'" - so naturally I had to sing the song to get the answer and then - well, couldn't get it out of my head (You don't know how lucky you are boy...)
hmmm... I forgot my comment. Just kidding! Great movie pick Annie :) I will catch up with you soon... I'm a little worn out at the moment. Luvs ya, Dawn
(I'm so sorry for the delay...my computer is running extremely slow today.)
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. Today's question is:
Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place?
Or rather, have you ever giggled at the most inappropriate times, or moments when one wouldn't dare to smile, let alone bust out laughing. Moreover, the more unacceptable it is, the more you cannot seem to stop, especially if you're in the company of a close friend, and they start laughing as well.
I'm not sure, but I would be willing to guess we've all had a bout of nervous laughter at least on one occasion, and if you're anything like me, it may even be more.
In fact, just the other day I joined my mother on a trip to Pet Smart at our local mall. If you're not familiar with Pet Smart, it's a pet supply store that allows their customers to bring their pets shopping with them, in addition to many other amenities.
For instance, they have an obedience training class you can watch in the middle of the store. So, my mom and I stopped for a minute to watch the class, which must have been for mixed breeds, because the dogs/students were all shapes and sizes.
In any event, I felt sorry for them, because their teacher had a loud authoritative voice, which I guess obedience trainers are supposed to sound like, however, one little dog keep looking from me to his owner, as if he wanted to be rescued.
Although, every time the little dog looked at me he would widen his eyes, and when the teacher spoke, he opened them more- It was the funniest thing- I felt like the little dog was trying to say, "Jeez...she means business, doesn't she? Why can't I go home? She's hurting my ears."
Consequently, I started laughing and I could not stop...the more the teacher spoke and the longer the little dog looked at me, the more I laughed, plus, with the exception of the teachers voice and my laughter, the room was silent.
I was standing next to my mother, who was giving me a dirty look, but there was a crowd behind me, so it took me a while to get out of there, and believe me, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
However, when I did get away, I realized that I must have disrupted the class (What's new?) because I could hear all of the dogs barking, and I saw my mother marching toward me. Incidentally, my Mom grabbed my arm, like I was about six, and lead me to the cash register, mumbling something about growing up...
But, when we got in the car, I grilled her, I said,
"Oh, come on Mom, I know I'm immature, but you cannot pretend you've never laughed in an inappropriate moment."
She smiled, and said, "That teacher was a little bossy, wasn't she? But, you know, I told myself to avoid going anywhere near a classroom with you again after we had a class together at the YMCA. "
(Don't ask.)
Hence, you see, it's happened to me more than once, so feel free to share...
Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place? And since we know you have, where were you and what happened?
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Oh I've done this one so many times I've lost count. I'm not sure it was a nervous laugh, mine have been more the 'that's so darned funny I can't help myself' kind of laughs. My first thought is what I'm going to go with. It's a bit off color, but you ask for it.
Years and years ago when I was a young lass I met a really cute guy that was built. I mean this guy was in terrific shape and he was very handsome. All the girls would do a double take when he was around. Well, we started dating and one thing led to another and well you know we ended up in the bedroom. When the clothes came off I busted up laughing. Here's the most handsome man ever with the perfect in shape body and he has the smallest (you know) that I'd ever seen. I just busted up laughing. I couldn't stop. It was awful. No it was funny to me and awful for him.
No we never went out again. I hope he's recovered. Just saying. I just want you to know that I've busted up laughing over this all over again. Bwahahahahahaha. Poor guy.
Have a terrific day honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
If I was at the pet store with you... your mother would have been dragging both of us out of there! You crack me up. Seriously Annie... I do this all the time. I laugh at people laughing. When I was a kid, all my parents had to do was say "no talking at the table". That was enough for my siblings and I to have fits of stifled giggles.
Sandee: That was hysterical and the visuals were great! The poor guy was probably scarred for life! What a great post that would make ;)
We were at the funeral home picking out a coffin for my father, my elder male sibling picks out this satin-lined ruffly really tacky looking thing - my reaction? "Daddy wouldn't be caught dead in that thing" - there was a moment of silence and then we all burst out laughing - hysterically, tears rolling down our faces, doubled over - the funeral director looked in, shook his head, and closed the door.
Sandee, Laughing...The poor man...I guess that was one part of his body he couldn't pump up, no pun intended...I cannot stop laughing...
Partly, because it's so funny, and partly, because it was the last thing I expected you to say. (Laughing) And I'm sure it was also the last thing you expected to see...Bwahahahahaha
This is hilarious...and I'm glad you busted up laughing over it again because I have too, and will every time I think of it...
Dawn, You're who I thought of when I wrote, "especially if you happen to be in the company of a close friend, and they're laughing too."
I know my mother would have been "dragging us both out of there"...laughing...I can definitely see it.
I was laughing at the thought of it. And I can see you and your siblings laughing at the table. I couldn't believe it when I read that...
I think I went an entire year once without dinner from being sent away from the table for laughing, and I was sent to sit at another table in a few restaurants too.
Except my siblings seldom joined me...oh, that laughed at me, but they never got into any trouble, and they never completely lost it like I did, or rather I do.
It was easy to see that your sisters share your sense of humor in your video today. Which, by the way, I was in tears laughing at that post too.
And boy are you right about Sandee's answer...it is absolutely hysterical. I'm going to post about all of your answers on the Facebook wall.
I'm so grateful to have friends who share my sense of humor...you and Sandee never cease to make my sides hurt from laughing...God bless ya.
Grace, Yes, it seems we all have trouble with nervous laughter doesn't it? (Laughing) For lack of a better word, or the truth.
And not you too! You know I've heard stories about big men, but I never knew whether there was any validity to them, but thanks to you and Sandee, now I do. Laughing...
And talk about having tears rolling down your face laughing...I've been doing that since my computer finally got to your answers. (It's been running slow all day.)
What you said about your Dad's coffin came out at the perfect time...I bet he was laughing...
I cannot believe how great all of your answers are, I'm blown away.
I'm going to brag about you on Facebook after I post your links.
Daisy's "mom" here: When my dad passed away a few years ago, we were at the small memorial service for family members the night before the funeral. Sitting on the podium, there was a stuffed bear dressed in an aviator outfit complete with goggles, jaunty scarf and leather flying helmet (my dad was a pilot). My mom leaned over and whispered to me that the aviator goggles were actually "swim goggles" that someone put on the bear. I don't know why but this struck me as hilarious and I couldn't stop laughing whenever I looked up and saw that bear.
i am guilty of having the same problem whenever Pam and I go anywhere shopping.
Pam is my oldest and if we get started laughing there is just no stopping.
My weirdest experience was when I was a child and I still feel terrible about this.
The entire family was at the hospital. My grandmother was very old and very sick. Please remember I was only six years old when this happened.
But, the DR. came out and informed everyone that she had passed away. Now she was the only grandmother I had ever had a relationship with and I loved her dearly.
But, for some strange reason, instead of crying I started laughing and laughing quite hard.
I was so embarrassed and also very confused. I just couldn't figure out why I was laughing and why I couldn't stop.
Needless to say I got in trouble for this. But, no as an adult I do understand. I have heard that many times our sensors get crossed in our brain, which happens to me everyday, and we may actually display outwardly an inappropriate response to situations.
Like I said I still feel remorse over this and I do so hope my grandmother knows how very much I loved her.
Oh it's a terrible tale to to tell on myself. but, it was the worst and most embarrassing time I laughed in my life.
Sorry I am late Annie, but, I fell asleep yesterday afternoon and still wound up going to bed early too.
Daisy's Mom, Laughing...I can see that little bear...I wonder what happened to the original goggles?
Or do you think the manufacturer actually used the wrong ones to begin with? I would have done the same thing...particularly if it stayed within my view the whole evening.
Thanks for playing along, Daisy's Mom. You're the best.
Hey Jackie, Please don't worry about falling asleep...I did the same thing Monday. I woke up, and tried to post, but I was so tired I laid back down and sleep most of the day. I lost a whole day. So there. :)
And as far as your grandmother goes, I believe she understands. I have read about the very thing that happened to you.
It's one reason I used the wording "nervous laughter" because sometimes it is...
Emotion is emotion, and laughing and crying are both a reaction to a strong emotional feeling. Plus, you were six, so you probably never experienced feeling such a profound sadness before, let along know what to do with it.
In addition, being around a lot of sad and quiet grown-ups would have made me do the same thing.
I think you didn't know what to do, so out came laughter. You're right about displaying "inappropriate responses" when you're actually feeling something different on the inside. I remember reading about it at some point.
So you shouldn't feel guilty about a thing, O.K.?
Thanks for coming back and answering Tuesday's Question. That was sweet of you.
Jackie, I forgot to leave a remark, about you and your daughter. I just wanted to say, I should have included how easy it is to lose it when you're with family members as well.
I suppose we feel more comfortable, when we're around people we know best, plus, they can read our minds...
It was in etiquette class. Don't ask me but my mom made me go to one when i was younger. One day the teacher was going on and on about how we should conduct ourselves in a party. Somehow the way she said the word "mingle" struck me as funny and I couldn't help but snort. Then giggle because I snorted. Then laughed out loud when I realized that all of them are looking at me.
My mom received a note that I should be transferred to another program. One that teaches basic manners.
I'm excited about posting the new nominations for the You Cheer Me Up Award. For those of you who haven't the foggiest idea what the You Cheer Me Up Award is, please bare with me, and I'll fill you in as we go...
I scanned the image on the You Cheer Me Up Award off of one of my favorite treasures; a refrigerator magnet that I bought at a shop in the French Quarter a long time ago.
I laughed so hard when I saw it on the rack with the other magnets, that I nearly wet my pants, and I still had to buy it. My ex-husband drained his wallet, and I collected change from the bottom of my purse to purchase it, which only increased its value to me. And now, I'm grateful every time I see the image on my refrigerator door. Hence, as a result, I smile when I get milk for my coffee in the morning, and grin again when I reach for the ingredients for dinner.
Moreover, believe it or not, it has helped me make it through some difficult times, by reminding me of how silly life and people can be, and how much fun it is to laugh.
I made the award in January of 2008, because I wanted to pass out an award that made people laugh, and I couldn't think of a better image than the one on the I Love Lucy magnet. I knew the image of this scene from I love Lucy would be perfect, and I envisioned people laughing at their desks and at home at this talented comedian who has been out of our lives for too long, even though she will always remain in our hearts and memories.
Although, to my surprise, I discovered that some people didn't know anything about the I love Lucy show when I began passing out the award. Therefore, I decided to post a clip of this episode and others, each time I passed out the award, and I passed out the award for several months. I also began an awards list on a special page, and was planning on starting a You Cheer Me Up Award blogroll.
However, one unfortunate circumstance followed another, and the awards list and blogroll never happened, and this made me sad. Especially, when I saw new bloggers who deserved it and others who would have liked the benefit of a blogroll.
Moreover, I remembered how much the award meant to others, as well as myself, therefore, since times have changed I've decided to bring it back to life.
For one thing, the award fits the blogosphere nicely, because like Lucy, many bloggers are in a class by themselves. There are plenty of bloggers in the blogosphere, and more starting blogs each day, who cheer their readers up everyday using their own writing voice and material. And as a result, they contribute to our overall well-being by making us laugh, and preventing us from taking ourselves too seriously.
Hence, I put the old posts in draft, and began working on the first post of the You Cheer Me Up Award for 2009, and this is it.
Watching someone funny is addictive that's why my original list in January consisted of forty six and eventually grew pass a hundred... Note:(Unfortunately since this post, the list has been discontinued, but, with your help, the award will go on...)
Plus, it's important to note, that this is the first time I've passed the award along since the original post in January, one in March, and one in April of 2008, the rest were passed out by award recipients.
Hence, I salute them for continuing to spread the cheer~ They're the coolest people in the blogosphere.
Moreover, if you're nominated again, please bare with me, it's only because you're still a great blogger, therefore you may receive plenty more. Hence, I suggest you keep a spot on your awards mantel for the You Cheer Me Up Award, that is, as long as you're going to continue sharing your charms with other bloggers, and and making the blogosphere a nicer place-
Moving on, I want to be honest about another reason I wanted to bring the award back to life. That is, besides the fact that I wanted to share it with a new set of bloggers, I wanted to express how impressed I am with my blogging buddies who remained loyal readers and friends when I was ill and frequently off-line; your kindness will always be remembered.
When I think of the bloggers who made me smile, and the friends who've stayed loyal to me and my blog, I think of one of my favorite quotes by author and poet, Maya Angelou, "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel~"
That said, I have posted a video of the scene that’s on the magnet, or I should say Award, to cheer you up in return. In addition, to remind you of how valuable you are, not just to me, but to all of the readers you cheer up everyday; readers who feel better after they'll left your blog.
Therefore, I hope the following nominees will accept the You Cheer Me Up Award as a token of gratitude, appreciation and friendship from me to you- I will never forgot how you made me feel.
The You Cheer Me Up Award doesn't have any rules, however, please leave a link to this post so your nominees can copy and paste the code for the image, or if they wish to copy and paste the image instead, please request that they link back to A Nice Place In The Sun when nominating other blogs- Thank- you
Also, if you wish to pass this award to others, think about posting a scene from the I Love Lucy show, which you can find on You Tube, in addition to the following paragraphs about the You Cheer Me Up Award. But, if you wish to post the award in you sidebar that is fine too. People will still see the award and know that you are among the best bloggers in the blogosphere.
The You Cheer Me up Award post paragraphs:
"The bloggers nominated for the You Cheer Me Up Award are among the best in the blogosphere. Maybe, it's due to the fact that there are so many people communicating in one place, but I'm impressed by the character of so many of the people I've met since I've been blogging.
Therefore, I want to nominate blogger's who share the character of the friends I've met, and have come to admire greatly. Which are the same qualities I admire the most in people, for example, people who are brave enough to open their heart, strong enough to be kind, right enough to care about others, and funny enough to make us laugh.
If you met a person with a combination of those characteristics, then you've met someone who is brave, strong, caring, and kind, with an open heart, and a great sense of humor. Consequently, for me, the following nominees are among what I hold in the highest regard, along with Charlotte from Charlotte's Web, a box of Peanut Butter Panic Ice Cream, the image above of Lucy and Ethel, and of course, children, animals, and books. (Recipients feel free to fill in this paragraph to your liking.)
I wish I was in the position to give an award to Lucy and Ethel for the whole idea of them on the job at the Candy Company - trying to eat candy as fast as the conveyor belt delivered it...but that dream is simply out of the question...
For that matter, so is the opportunity to award E.B.White, the author of Charlotte's Web, and many other writers, directors, poets, painters, and photographers, who contributed so much to my life, my character, and my choices...
However, I can pass this Award to the blogger’s who make me laugh until my face hurts, and the blogger’s whose writing voice comforts me when I'm feeling lost, teaches me about others, and inspires me to move forward... That I can do...and I can promise that the following video will make you laugh out loud...
In closing, I'm looking forward to passing more of awards out in the future... so to everyone who may have been passed over, all I can say is look-out because Lucy and Ethel may be on your blogstep next month or the one thereafter...either by me, or one of the recipients nominated here today.
33 Comments on The You Cheer Me Up Award Is Back, last added: 8/25/2009
Why thank you so very very much. The quote from Maya Angelou is a keeper.
I remember that clip very well, tho to be honest I was never a big "I Love Lucy" fan. I admire Lucille Ball tho, a beautiful talented intelligent lady.
Stay well, stay happy and thank you for the way you make me feel.
Thank you so very much! I am honored!!! I LOVE LUCY was a big part of my childhood joy and laughter, too..love that show! As you know, I don't continue awards on my blog due to the time it takes and I am always afraid I will "forget" or offend some of my bloggers who all deserve an award. So, although you won't see the award mentioned or posted on my blog, I want you to know that I am very flattered, honored and grateful to you for naming my blog as award worthy. You are wonderful for doing this for bloggers!
My post will be up shortly, and will also link all of "your" choices. I happen to think it is a super bunch myself :-) As awards go, I realize that most are a linking mechanism, but this one is special to me because it is from my good friend Annie. Speedy luvs ya you know !
The Retired One, I'm sorry I didn't know you didn't accept awards on your blog, but that is quite alright. I just wanted you/everyone to know how I felt, and the scene from the I love Lucy show makes me laugh.
And I know exactly what you mean about forgetting someone, and the time it takes. I'm so happy that you are flattered, and of course your blog is award worthy, are you kidding?
I'm honored to be your friend and thanks for stopping by and leaving such a kind comment. In addition, to writing a fine blog for bloggers everyday.
Thank you so much Speedy, I love you a bunch too~ And that is so nice of you to link my choices. Wow!
I know what you mean about awards, and I thank you so much for believing in me. And I'm glad this award is special to you because it is special to me too.
I'm not sure why...I think it's because it represents a combination of things to me.
I guess it's mainly because it makes me feel good...which makes it synonymous with you and the rest of the bloggers out there who make me feel good. Although you are special, special, special.
Do you know that you're one of my first blogging pals? That means we've been friends for two years now...isn't it scary how fast time slips away? However, I'm happy I'm watching it slip away with friends like you~ :))
I'm glad you liked the award Speedy, and it was extremely generous of you to pass it along. You didn't have to do anything but know I nominated you.
And of course laugh, but your heart wouldn't let you, would it?
You're one of the kindest and funniest people I know, thanks again and again...
Have a great evening crazy man...
Big hugs and happy week-end back to you~ Now, I'm going to hear your song....
Annie
P.S. I hope the stars are out tonight whereever you are. :)
Hey Daisy, Congrats to you and your crew. I wish you had an assembly line of cat treats too. That would be so cool...
And your welcome for thinking of you and Harley. Thank you for your spectacular blog...Ya'll work so hard to entertain us everyday. I just wanted you to know we appreciate it.
And I feel proud and honored to be you and Harley's friend, and fellow blogger.
Ferd, Thank you sooo much. I'm happy too, and I've missed everyone enormously. (Smile)
And you know, you are a good editor. You were right about that first paragraph in this post, so I took it out, and you wouldn't believe how hard it is to try to get me to let go of a paragraph. Even ones that aren't working sometimes.
However, you were clearly correct...Thank you so much...It was confusing.
In addition, I'm sorry you were sitting at the first paragraph in an attempt to "bare" with me for so long...(Smile :D )
I was having so much trouble with my computer last night, I was distracted, plus, I was in a rush.
The post is still too long, but at least the first paragraph is history. (Plus, now everyone will have permission to continue reading.)
Congrats on your award...you're one of the blogger's I was thanking for your loyalty and friendship.
I'm honored to be your friend.
Thanks for cheering me up~ :))
Hugs Ferd~
Annie
P.S. I hope I understood your joke correctly, otherwise it's really not going to make any sense. Oh well, I rarely do anyway.
Sorry I did not Thank You Properly for this award. I will be doing a post on the 28th with this award in it. I also am adding it to my sidebar. And I will be placing you on my entrecard and adgitize page. Thank You for being there.
Thank you so much Annie! I love this episode of Lucy... it makes me laugh every time. Sorry I'm late picking it up :( I'll try and get it posted real soon... Bill is on the way and I'm battening down the hatches! Luvs ya, Dawn
Thank you so much Annie... for this wonderful and special award. I was really surprised to see my name listed. I Love Lucy!!! No matter how many times I watch those old shows... and even though I know what's coming... they are still hilarious. And boy do they bring back some childhood memories!
Thank you again Annie :)
Oh and I love your blog! My hubby and I were planning a trip to New Orleans in October but we're going to have to postpone it until after the first of the year. My hubby loves it there... and I have never been but it's one of the places I want to go really badly. We have even discussed moving there at some time in the future... he loves it there that much.
Thanks Annie, I love this award. Just back from the boat and had a great weekend. What a list of folks you have too. Excellent. I love Lucy. She was a very talented woman. I've watched the I love Lucy shows over and over.
I am just so excited that you're back, I can't tell you!
I was NOT editing you! I don't care about grammar and spelling! I have always loved what you write and the way you write it. You are very special to all your fans, exactly the way you are!!
I just found the "bare with me" as very humorous. I was thinking, "Yes. I'll do it for Annie, if she wants me to. I'll take my clothes off!" LOL
Grampy, I think you are doing just fine. I just wanted to be sure you knew that I nominated you. I have so many bloggers listed, I thought you might not have seen your link, and I still have a feeling I've forgotten someone.
The Retired one is right...it's hard to remember everyone.
Plus, I'm thrilled that you'll be posting the award in your sidebar and including it in a post, but please don't feel obligated...I just wanted you to know that I like your blog...and that it cheers me up. However, I will still be looking forward to seeing it, and reading your post. ;D
It's funny, it's like we introduced ourselves to each other at the same time.
Anyway, it's nice to meet you, and congrats on your nomination.
LaShan, I'm glad I surprised you, but you shouldn't be surprised, I love your blog too.
And yes, Lucy sure does bring back a lot of childhood memories.
You and your husband are coming to visit at the perfect time of the year for N.O. Fall is gorgeous in New Orleans...and it's not nearly as hot.
I've noticed a lot of new residents, even Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have a house here now. I even met him at one of his housing meetings for the 9th ward. I was a nervous, but he's a really nice guy.
Anyway, we'd love to have you visit or become a neighbor. That would be neat. You know I do not know any blogger's from my hometown, but I have met people from all over the world.
I have been contacted by people in town, about buying a children's book, but they do not read my blog, isn't that weird?
Anyway, congratulations on your well deserved nomination.
Ferd, Laughing...I knew you weren't editing me...:)) But, I'm sure glad you said something...
Although, at first, I wasn't sure if we were thinking the same thing...Because I've always been confused about the expression "bear with me"...laughing...
That is, I've always spelled it wrong. At first, I thought you meant it literally, thinking, O.K., I'll bear with her, I'll just wait here at this paragraph until she fills us in...Then, I realized what you were saying and I started cracking up...
However, I thought I would only embarrass myself more, or rather make matters worse by replying again. (Laughing)
I didn't think you were being bossy or anything though, I was GRATEFUL~ (Smile)
I'm glad to be back blogging too. And thanks for the compliments on my writing...(I think...LOL)
Also, I want to thank you because that wasn't the only problem with that paragraph, the whole thing was off...it didn't make any sense, but I have to admit, it was funny.
Sandee, You are most welcome, welcome, welcome. I know it's a large list, isn't it? I wanted to pass it along to you and my other old buddies who have been so loyal to be and this blog, plus, I wanted to introduce it to some new bloggers in the community.
I'm sure you remember it, and I thank you for being gracious enough to accept it again...as has Dawn, Speedy, Grace, etc...LOL.
It means an awful lot to me that you have...I hope you know how much I value your friendship.
Thank you for stopping by my blog to tell me about this. It must have taken you forever to complete this list. I am in good company and I appreciate it! I watched I Love Lucy growing up. I love the re-runs even now. I can just look at that picture and laugh.
Am also glad that you are feeling better. That's the important thing. Thank you again.
I love this movie too Annie and I have a great story to go with it.
This movie was actually filmed in Maine about 2 miles from where we lived.
The little diner you see them visiting all the time is actually called Shaw's wharf and is located on the Pemaquid peninsula.
I was working in one of the restaurants just up the road then named The Samoset. they have since sold and changed the name.
We served the crew almost everyday for their lunch and even catered the food once for one of the shots.
Also they tested all locals for parts and Walter was picked to be Paul Newman's stand in. but, even though the pay was $250 a day Walter wouldn't shave his beard.
Oh Annie I got to see both Newman and Costner very close up. it was really exciting!!
Great pick! Wow you brought back a flood of fun and wonderful memories.
Oh yes the diner on the pier which is white in the movie was painted by the production company.
Normally it is red. It's a real hot spot in the summer time for tourists and locals.
They have fabulous fresh seafood. And the most wonderful outdoor oyster bar with an incredible view!!
Wow we've been there literally hundreds of times!! I could go on and on about this movie but don't want to bore everyone to death.
I have that kind of love Annie. It is indeed wonderful. I've not seen this movie though. Just not into movies and television. Weird, but it works for me.
Have a terrific day and week honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Sandee, You don't know how happy it makes me feel to hear you say that.
You're an extremely lucky lady, but then, I cannot think of anyone who deserves it more. And I don't think it's weird that you you're not into television or movies. There is a lot of junk out there.
I'm more of a reader myself, but I do enjoy films that are written well. (Especially ones with Kevin Costner) Smile.
I'm sorry it took me so long to respond, I've been offline most of the day. It's so hot, we lost utilities in some places. Now , that's weird...LOL.
I want to see the movie all over again. it's been so long ago I can't remember all the details. I remember the feeling though when I read the book... and where I was when I read it. Thank you
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. This weeks Question is:
Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family? For example, the free-spirited charmer, entertainer, dreamer...etc...(I'm trying to avoid, the words "black sheep" because it's a cliche' and I've never liked the way it sounds.) Really, I mean the most individualistic or mischievous member...there's one in every family.
You can use the most lively family member in your immediate family, or the family you grew up in when you were a child.
The above letter is from my brothers second grade journal, and I am his only sister, his little sister, I might add. So...I think his letter answers this question nicely for me.
(My brother doesn't know that I've used his letter in either post.) (Smile.)
Moving on, if you are new to Tuesday's Question please click on "Read more," for more information, meaning, I'll explain everything...
In addition, all answers will be posted after clicking "Read more," with a link to the participating blogger's blogs.
Thank you for reading...and I cannot wait to read your responses. I have a doctors appointment this afternoon, but I will reply to your comments and post your answers, as soon as I return.
Until then...have fun! Here's the question again,
Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family?
Oh, and one more thing...David made that letter up just to get me into trouble-
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13 Comments on Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family? (Tuesday's Question), last added: 8/28/2009
I remember that note from your brother. Sibling rivalry at its finest.
The biggest pain in the behind huh. Gosh that list is so very long. Bunch of clowns in our family for sure. There's me, but I don't want to go there. Let's see...How about my cousin. Oh he was a character. The rules of physics didn't apply to him one bit.
My uncle owned a towing service which of course meant that he had lots of totaled cars in the yard. You know those places with old cars stacked everywhere. Well when my cousin was in his early teens he started rebuilding cars to drive. He did a fine job too and they were always souped up vehicles.
He outran just about every cop on the force and that gave him great pleasure. We were a small town and the cops knew where to find Billy. He got into trouble often over cars. That's not what bothered his parents of the rest of his family.
We were worried that he'd kill himself in one of those cars. He had so many car accidents that totaled out his car that we lost count. He would always just walk away from the accident. Then he'd go back to the yard and start building the next car. This went on for years.
He was so proud of his accomplishments concerning his driving and totaled cars. He always had pictures of the before and after cars. My uncle came out and towed in car after car that Billy crashed. Speed was always the issue.
Billy finally grew up some and met the love of his life and settled down to raise a family. I've often wondered if he still feels the thrill of taking some high performance vehicle through its paces. I'm betting he still does. Our family is just happy he always walked away from those horrible accidents.
What a fun question Annie. Made me relive a part of my childhood/teenage years that I thought I'd forgotten. Thanks for that.
Have a terrific day honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
I remember the note too Annie. Brothers are real pest aren't they?
I'm gonna go with my daughter Justine. She has always been center stage since she was born. She's always saying or doing something to make me laugh. She's a bit like Phoebe on "friends" and provides me with more than enough entertainment. Great question! Luvs ya, Dawn
This is LAUGH OUT LOUD funny...Talk about trial and error, and the "rules of physics" or laws, laughing...
I'm glad you liked the question Sandee, And the following paragraph of yours is what I envisioned Tuesday's Question to be all about.
"Made me relive a part of my childhood/teenage years that I thought I'd forgotten. Thanks for that."
And again, your answer is fabulous...you've been on a roll lately. Like Dawn said last week about your other answer, I think this one would make a good post as well.
It sounds like your cousin was full of of ingenuity...(laughing) Particularly with the cops- And at least your uncle had a towing business.
Wouldn't you love to see the before and after pictures of those cars?
I'm glad he didn't get killed or badly injured too...and that he went on to get married and have a family.
I really enjoyed reading your answer. It's wonderfully paced, colorful, and funny...
Great job~
I apologize for the late reply and post. And like last week, I cannot wait for everyone to read your comment. And as always, thanks for contributing-
It would have to be my baby brother Skip. That he did not become an actor or a stand-up comic is a total waste of talent. He was the most beautiful baby and beautiful child and he got away with murder because of his big beautiful brown eyes. This kid oozed charm from the minute he was born. And he still can when he wants to. My father used to say that Skip and I should become lawyers and open our own firm - I would be the brains and Skip would be the mouth. He'll be 56 next week and still a mouth...
I would have to say in my family this character would be my oldest daughter Sarah. She is a very unique individual and you either love her or hate her... she's loud and brash and she can be hilariously funny... and sometimes majorly annoying... she has an amazing voice... and a talent for thinking fast and improvising to come up with the most off the wall funny things. She reminds me of a combination of Janis Joplin, Ozzy Osbourne, Robin Williams and Gilda Radner all rolled into one. I have told her many times that she is wasting her talent.... she needs to pursue a career in music and acting.... she would be amazing on Saturday Night Live.
Oh Annie I have spent the last couple of days fighting off a cold and missed this week's question.
Oh Pooh on me and yes everyone is correct about Sandee. She has been a real hoot lately.
I love everyone's answers. Can I still answer?
Without a doubt it is Chase my four year old grandson. He was the first to come along after a nine year gap.
Please don;t get me wrong. I love him dearly but he is a terror. First of all he is border line genius for his age. He prefers to spend his play time and quiet time on the computer. He has mastered just about every game there is on Pogo and he's only four.
Now I am very grateful that he has been blessed with a very high level of intelligence. But, let me tell you that this is also a big big problem and has been since he was a toddler.
He can get into or out of just about anything. He is very strong willed, determined and stubborn. He will have his way or die trying unless he kills you first.
His energy level is somewhere around the speed of light. I warned Tammy not to name him Chase. But, she did and now that's everyone's job all the time.
Everyone is always chasing after Chase to keep him from starting up lawn mowers, trying to drive, attempting the practice of medicine without a license on his baby brother Jonah, and just about anything you can imagine.
His nick name between all of us is 'Oh master of the universe.' And in his eyes he truly thinks he is.
Thank goodness he started Pre K this year. We are all hoping he will learn that other people do have some rights other than himself.
But, to be honest with you, I have my doubts. He will either be the first child to get suspended from the school or he will be teaching the class.
Yes in this family, Chase is everyone's nightmare but also everyone loves him dearly. He is also very very cute with huge blue eyes. When he turns on the charm all of our hearts simply melt.
By the way, the youngest baby is named Jonah. Chase is the only one out of the four that was not named after someone in the bible.
That's my story. I am sorry to be so late. But, I just love doing Tuesday's question.
I hope you have a great night! Big hugs, Jackie;-)
Now you're cookin' One of my all time favorite movies. I always loved Audrey Hepburn and I had a super huge crush on George Peppard. Later in life I did become a Truman Capote fan and love the original story as well - it's it a bit different but...I like Tiffany's too...unlike Holly I never got anything from there - I did shop there for my boss tho...
Thank you Grace. I'm so happy I hit on one of your favorites. And I love Audrey Hepburn too, and George Peppard, well...He had the bluest eyes didn't he? He reminds me of the expression, "He's a tall, cool drink of water."
You know, I also love Capote, but I've never read Breakfast At Tiffany's. Isn't that weird? I need too. Is the movie that different?
I love the way Capote phrases...I bet it's good. Oh, and you're lucky to have shopped at Tiffany's. I hope I will one day.
A girl can dream...:))
You have a peaceful Sunday as well, and thank you for stopping by...
Dawn, Isn't it fun to watch? This is one of my favorite scenes. Must be nice to lay around all day playing the guitar...in addition to being spied on by George Peppard. What a life, eh?
I hope you had a great week-end too, and a restful evening~ ;)
Susan, Yes, you should see it. It's an oldie, but goodie. Listen, I'm not sure if I told you that I have an award for you. It's the You Cheer Me Up Award. Do you remember it? Well...it followed me back into the blogsophere, and there's one for you. Congratulations! Thanks for cheering me up, and for being such a loyal friend.
What About You Has Embarrassed Your Kids? Or What About Your Parents Has Embarrassed You?
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question...and no, you're not going crazy, it is Friday. My computer has been running slow, or stopping for long periods then starting up again in the last couple of weeks, then, to make things worse, Simon (My cat) knocked a glass of milk onto my keyboard- Until, I was forced to go and get a keyboard, I kept struggling to post Tuesday's Question all week, but it was taking hours just to get a sentence on the page. I've had a friend work on it some and talked to Dell, and it's a lot better, thank goodness. Therefore, I'm praying everything is going to be alright. In any event, we're on the upswing...
In addition, I know I don't have to tell you how aggravating it is to not be able to contact your readers, especially on an important day on your blog, and for me that day was Tuesday, the day I post my weekly Tuesday's Question. Although, I did get to run next door and post a computer picture, I'm afraid it didn't explain much, and I'm so sorry.
In any event, I do have a brand new keyboard, and I talked to Dell, and they think my son's I-pod was slowing down my computer's speed. Who knows, but the bottom line is that I feel terrible about it, and I appreciate those of you who kept stopping by to see if I had posted Tuesday's Question, or anything for that matter. Thank you~ I hope nothing like this ever happens again.
That said, I decided to wake up early and write Tuesday's Question, just in case the hourglass bully decides to show up and inform me of more problems. I cannot stand that hourglass, for many reasons, but I really cannot stand it having control over when I can write, or rather, when I can write on the computer.
Mr. Hourglass is every writers nightmare, due to the fact that we have to deal with deadlines, in addition, when you feel the pull to write, you might not get those thoughts or ideas back again. Therefore, it's frustrating to try to hold a thought while the hourglass sits on your screen stopping and starting... like it's playing a game of Simon says, and I play enough of that game at home already. ( With my cat Simon.)
Anyhow, before moving on to Tuesday's or Friday's Question, I want to mention that due to Labor Day, and the fact that this question is so late in the week, the next Tuesday's Question will post a week from this Tuesday, on September the 15th.
Alright, now let's have some fun:
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What About You Has Embarrassed Your Kids? Or What About Your Parents Has Embarrassed You?
Have you ever wondered what the stork was thinking? I mean, was it raining, or snowing, or did he just have a bad cold on the day you were born? Moreover, have you ever wondered if your children also wondered what that big bird was doing on their birthday?
What about your parents or your parent’s behavior has embarrassed you? Or what about you embarrassed your kids?
I have a laundry list of both, well maybe it's longer than my laundry list, and it seems as if it has a lot to do with adolescence, but not always. In addition, he threatened to jump out of the car once when I was singing to the radio with his friends in the car.
One of the most embarrassing moment for him I think was when he was little and I played the guitar when we had friends over to our house. It's funny, because Taylor (my son) happened to be here helping me with my computer yesterday, and last night (He knew what I was going to post) he started playing another Johnny Cash song, but he smiled as if he were trying to tell me in a nice way about one childhood humiliation.
You see, I used to play A Boy Named Sue, by Johnny Cash, because my friends and I loved it, and it was fun to play and sing. Anyway, he ran in his room for the rest of the evening when I played it, therefore, it was also the perfect way to put him to bed. (Laughing, I hope he's reading this, but I doubt it.)
As far as my complaints about my parents, they're close to the same kind of things, mostly stuff that bothered me when I was an adolescent, and today the fact that they still think and treat me as if I were still an adolescent. (Nevertheless, maybe they do because I am a little immature...)
In addition, I realized something about families, after I went with my son to the bank yesterday. The first thing I saw when we walked in the bank was the complimentary coffee; hence, I walked over to pour a cup. Well, evidently, this must have embarrassed Taylor, because I could hear the familiar quiver in his voice when he said, "Um Mom, we're leaving in a minute, so..."
However, before Taylor could finish his sentence, I realized that the coffee pot was too heavy for me to hold with one hand, so I started to put the cup in my hand back on the table, and hold the pot with two hands instead.
Then when Taylor said, "Um, Mom," the fingers I had wrapped around the coffee pot, flew open like a fan, and the pot dropped to the floor splattering coffee everywhere. There was coffee in my hair, on the table, and all over the floor, and I could not find napkins anywhere; there was not one napkin anywhere on the coffee table.
I could feel Taylor's eyes staring at me, but all I could do was wonder how I managed to create such a mess, in addition, I wondered how my son knew that I was going to create some kind of disaster if I got a cup of coffee. Anyway, finally, a bunch of bank tellers came to my rescue and piled a bunch of brown napkins from the bathroom dispensers, all over the coffee station and floor, until it looked shiny and new again.
When Taylor and I left, I knew what he was wondering, even though he said he thought it was funny; he was wondering what in the world the stork was thinking on the day he was born- I know he was...
However, I was wondering how did he know me so well? He knows what I was going to do before I do them...even the silly things...
Therefore, I guess I realized the reason we get so easily embarrassed about our families; is because they are so much a part of who we are, in addition to the fact that we know them so well.
I suppose, this is true with anyone you know well, such as spouses, boyfriends or best friends...It's not that we're embarrassed by them (well, not all the time) it's that love makes you feel vulnerable and protective, and when you can predict someones behavior that you know well, good or bad, we always try to protect them. Maybe, I'm wrong, but it's just a thought...
Anyway, this is a blogger's post, intended for me to get to know you better by your answers, and so that other bloggers will witness your ingenuity, and click on the link to visit your blog. I'm just here to provide a few examples of what I mean by the questions...and to get to know you better.
In addition, I'm so proud of all of you every Tuesday, and I hope you've had some visitors reading your answers, because everyone who reads your comments from here, cannot say enough good things about the bloggers who comment on Tuesday’s Question's Posts to me.
So keep answering...you're making a difference, by teaching us about you and each other, and making us laugh...
What About You Has Embarrassed Your Kids Or What About Your Parents Has Embarrassed You?
The first answer is from a loyal Tuesday's Question participate, friend, and fantastic blogger, Grace from Hugz Before You Go
Read this hilarious answer, and if you haven't yet, be sure to visit Graces blog, every post is well-written and worth it:
Oh my, so many. Where to start. Embarrassing the children - love that. My husband and I will break out into song at any odd moment. Countless times we would be in the supermarket, on the street where there were musicians, and we would sing along. The kids would just cringe. Street musicians? Well, you know I just gotta dance along - poof - instantly disappeared kids. Sometimes we would do it on purpose just to see them react.
Parents embarrassing me? I'll try to pick an upbeat one - okay - my father owned a deli in our neighborhood for a short time. I was in my early teens. One time a boy came into the store and asked my father if I was there. My father asked him why. The boy said because he wanted to ask me out to the movies. My father replied "Go to the movies with you? My daughter wouldn't piss on you" Not as bad as that was, you have to understand I was not exactly the most popular girl in the neighborhood with boys. Fat, smart, odd looking girls don't get many dates. I was mortified. Best part or worst? I never knew who the boy was, my father wouldn't tell me. Thanks Grace~
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6 Comments on What About You Has Embarrassed Your Kids Or What About Your Parents Has Embarrassed You?, last added: 9/7/2009
Oh my, so many. Where to start. Embarrassing the children - love that. My husband and I will break out into song at any odd moment. Countless times we would be in the supermarket, on the street where there were musicians, and we would sing along. The kids would just cringe. Street musicians? Well, you know I just gotta dance along - poof - instantly disappeared kids. Sometimes we would do it on purpose just to see them react.
Parents embarrassing me? I'll try to pick an upbeat one - okay - my father owned a deli in our neighborhood for a short time. I was in my early teens. One time a boy came into the store and asked my father if I was there. My father asked him why. The boy said because he wanted to ask me out to the movies. My father replied "Go to the movies with you? My daughter wouldn't piss on you" Not as bad as that was, you have to understand I was not exactly the most popular girl in the neighborhood with boys. Fat, smart, odd looking girls don't get many dates. I was mortified. Best part or worst? I never knew who the boy was, my father wouldn't tell me.
Oh, I cannot believe your father wouldn't tell you...That would have driven me crazy. I guess he just went in the store at the wrong time.
I would love to dance in the streets with ya'll, and I laughed when I read, "Well, you know I just gotta dance along - poof - instantly disappeared kids. Sometimes we would do it on purpose just to see them react."
Ya'll are so bad. Shame on you- :))
Thank you for a fabulous answer Grace, and for purchasing an ad on Entrecard, and for being my number one commenter. You're the bestest buddy. :))
Most embarrassing time I think was when I went with my 88 yr. old hard of hearing dad to Walgreens when he was all upset over a prescription he got that he kept insisting they screwed up when in fact it was his doctor that goofed but no one could convince him of that. He kept shouting at the poor pharmacist and finally stomped out of the store saying he'd never come back there again! Oh I bet they were glad to hear that!
Hope I am not too late. I always forget one thing. That when I am feeling blue I really need to make myself come see awesome people like you, you never fail to lift me up. Let me tell you what used to embarrass me to death when I was younger. Once I walked into the room and my mother, in her flannel granny gown was in the floor trying to retrieve something that had fallen under a small table. With one of her legs in the air, she turned to see me standing there and said "Look, I am taking your picture" Now I laugh but back then I was humiliated. One more thing and I don't know how this will sound, but my mother used to call our "private parts" Puchinooch! She loved that word and said every time she could.My sister HATED that word. Mom is gone but I still love to tease my sister by using that word. I hope I made you laugh. :)
Well Annie I saw this question yesterday and hoped that I could think of something by today. That hasn't happened. My parents didn't embarrass me and I'd have to ask my son if I ever embarrassed him. Nothing and I mean nothing is coming to mind. Sorry.
Have a terrific Labor Day weekend honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
This is the second scene I've posted from As Good As It Gets. The first scene is funnier, in fact, I almost posted it again, but I remembered I already had it in archives. I guess it's obvious that I loved the movie. It has such a great screenplay I can't help it. You can watch the other scene by clicking the "link within box" below. I hope you enjoy one or both of them...and have a safe and fun Labor Day week-end. Thanks for visiting~
9 Comments on As Good As It Gets (Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment ), last added: 9/7/2009
Well, it says a lot of good things about you...For one thing when you give friendship it's real...what you see it what you get..and that may be "As Good As It Gets."
I like people like that- I also like eccentric people, and the character he plays certainly is eccentric.
And thank you for becoming a reader, and your nice comments.
I hope you have a great holiday too, and I'm sorry I'm responding to this comment so late. I need to change my settings.
Pam, I love, love, love the box of chocolates and I've been by your blog, and commented. Thank you so much...I was so surprised and delighted to be in the company of such good bloggers.
And delighted that my new friend gave me a box of chocolates.
I will pass your great award on this upcoming week...
Dawn, Yes, it is the best compliment ever...and I also love Helen Hunt.
I did get one e-mail, and I e-mailed you back, but I think I missed one.
I've been worried about you, but it's better now, I think. I haven't heard from you since I replied to the last one. I hope everything is alright, and I wish for you a wonderful week-end too.
I rewrote this post today for a reason close to my heart. I hope this is your first time reading it, if not, it's been rewritten, so maybe you'll still enjoy it...Thank you for visiting.
"You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus." - Mark Twain
“Nana, Are you home?” I ran all the way from the end of our street to my grandmother’s swinging dog door on her front porch. I was nine years old. “Nana?,” I called, as I made my way through the dog door I pet Sam, her German shepherd, on top of the head.
He moaned, wagged his tail, and licked me on the forehead, as I roll through the door and onto the porch.
“Sam, stop!” I said, “Where is your Mom?" I asked, and he barked and whimpered the way dogs whimper when they're excited. “Where is she, boy?" I said. I needed her but her house was silent, and the air still from the outside heat. I sat down on the floor instead of a lounge chair, so I could pet Sam, and see the yard from inside the screen. The house smelled like cypress, and I drew circles in the dust on the porch floor. Sam seemed nervous about something and he kept pushing his nose under my hand, forcing me to pet him.
It was quiet and hot, so Sam went and lay on his designated sheet in the far corner of the porch. I thought of my grandmother’s yardman. Was he home? If something bad happened would he save me? I could barely see his house through the ancient oak trees and foliage that stood in its path. My grandmother's yardman traded yard work to live in the little house, which was better than most houses on the same property, due to its separate driveway and fence. Although, if I needed help, I would have to run through the yard and under two fences, just to reach safety.
I was daydreaming of this when I heard the rustling of leaves...could they be footsteps or was it wind? Suddenly worried was in danger, I wondered if the yardman could even be trusted- What if he had been watching me since I rode up the driveway on my bike? What if he saw me roll through the swinging dog door without my grandmothers permission? Suddenly, I could see him in my minds eye; standing still on the side of the porch, looking through me.
And with this thought in mind, my heart began to ricochet in my chest, therefore, I forgot about the dog door, and I tried the doorknob instead. But my palms were too sweaty to keep my hand on the door handle. I paced back and forth, unsure of what to do, and too afraid to turn my head toward the screen, unlike Sam, who kept turning his head like dogs do when they're trying to understand. I was sure a mad man was watching me, and I wished more than I had ever wished anything before- I wished my grandmother would drive in the driveway and save the day.
My body shook violently on the front porch, but I was too frightened to move or look at the side screen where my minds eye had imagined him before...My voice was making strange noises, and I heard what sounded like footsteps in the side yard, behind the house. I intuitively felt someone’s presence, and with every step they made I could hear leaves crunch. I stood motionless on the front porch, Sam barked, and my heart raced, as the intruder rounded the corner and approached the side yard. I braced myself for the worse...
And felt faint with relief when I saw my uncle walk around the side of the house, and say, "Hey you."
Please read on...
When I was a child my imagination ran away with me constantly, especially when my mind was idle or I was bored, which was several times a day. If I wasn't imagining an event, I was pretending to be something or someone else.
Although a vivid imagination is a great thing, I realize now, that an idle mind can produce negative consequences for adults. Hence, thank goodness, I had a mother who read to me until I could read myself, then supplied me with the endless supply of books we had on our bookshelves at home.
Consequently, reading stimulated my imagination, and books became a great escape for me, and a friend I could rely on through good and bad times. Imagination is power, especially for children, who are the kings and queens of make believe lands, but books continue to take adults to other worlds.
There's nothing like an active imagination, even if it does get the best of you at times. Particularly, when your mind is idle or you're bored, hence, if it starts to get the best of you, pick up a book and get away for awhile.
In closing, always use your judgment and intuition when making decisions or weighting the judgments of others; never solely rely on your imagination to access a situation, especially when your decision may have a negative effect on someone else.
-Put simply, don't let your imagination run away with you-
Hence, we should all remember Mark Twain's invaluable quote, "You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus."
23 Comments on The Power Of Imagination, last added: 9/8/2009
Yeah, I scrolled to the end to make sure it was not about your Nana - I think children's day dreams,especially as they get older, need to be monitored. Too often day dreams become goals and they are unrealistic. Develop the ones that are and gently discourage the ones that aren't.
You can live too much in your head and your imagination. It's a fine line between unhealthy and creative.
No song for you today - my imagination has been running wild with too many scenarios - none of them good.
I can relate to your childhood imagination as mine ran wild a lot of the time. Things were always possible.
As a child,I was a news reporter, a wild west Annie Oakley,a play write, a baseball player, and even Tarzan. My sister and I printed a weekly newspaper. We did plays and of course she got the best roles b/c I was a tomboy.
Imagination is a wonderful thing to have. I travelled back to my childhood, which was not always pleasant, but I could pretend lots of different roles to preserve my saniety.
I have lost my song in my head. It was a good one too. Ha!
Annie, I left you an award on my blog. I hope you will come and pick it up.
Hi Annie... I was afraid something was wrong with your Grandma too... what a relief that there wasn't :)... I guess our imaginations took over.
I agree that books are so wonderful for children... my lil Steffie loves books and we read a lot. She also has an amazing imagination. My older kids just didn't know how to pretend... but Steffie sure does... and I pretend right along with her.
I left you some love over on my blog.... have a great day :)
You don't really want the Pencil Skirt to answer a question about imagination, now do you? There's Homer...let's start with him! I told you. Don't get me started!
Grace, All writers love to read this, "Yeah, I scrolled to the end to make sure it was not about your Nana." Laughing...
I hope it was a fast scroll...laughing...At least I got you down the page. laughing...
And I see that you thought I killed my grandmother too. (Smile)
Like I told Kat, I just took the lead, but the road was yours for the taking...
Thank you, my bestest top commenter. I'm trying to work out a way to award my top commenters, but I haven't come up with one as yet, but I notice, and I appreciate it.
Is commenter's even a word? Oh, well you know what I mean.
Pam, It sounds like you had a time of it...but you also have a great imagination. Maybe, you should consider acting? It sounds like you would be a good actress.
I'm sorry for the delay with this comment. I decided to start commenting on my commenter's blogs first, then coming back and snwering mine...I'm not sure how it's going to work out though...
Maybe all of ya'll could do me a favor, and let me know if you come back and read my reply?
Otherwise, I'm just dancing in the dark...
By the way, I'm going to open my box of chocolates Weds...I cannot wait.
I hope you have a great week-end Pam, and thanks again for the candies.
Thank you Dawn, what a great comment. I worked hard on it.
Yes, I know, and it's one of the things I love about you...
Not that's it's your worst enemy, but that you have a great one...Everyone's steering gets off from time to time. I'd say, you stay on the road pretty good. :))
No, I didn't think YOU killed your Nana, only that something bad had happened to her....and I think the word is commentators - it's a weird sort of word and it sounds funny (not "ha,ha" funny but "odd" funny).
It is Tuesday morning and the song in my head is this
Grace, Laughing out loud...I know you didn't think that...I was just kidding...
And you beat them to it again. I love Leaving on a Jet Plane, and I will post it. I'm going to post a link to your blog too, but I'm going to link it to a post. That way I think Technorati will pick it up better. Great choice Grace.
Oh, and I knew commenters wasn't a word, but I couldn't figure out what it was...plus, my mother so kindly pointed it out to me, but she wouldn't give me the answer.
She just shook her head, and mumbled something about boys, and wasting her money on Eng. Lit. and college... (Smile)
Who knows what she was rattling on about. But, thank you Dawlin, I knew you would know the answer. ;)
Tuesday's Question coming up....
Big hug, and love,
Annie
P.S. Now, I have to change my top commenter sign...and guess who happens to be on the top? Congrats...I'm trying to make you something...
When Was Your Most Romantic Dance? Where were you, who were you with, and do you remember the song?
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday’s Question. If you’re unfamiliar with Tuesday’s Question, it’s my way of spreading weekly link love, getting to know my readers, and introducing you to each other, that is, if you’re not friends already, and in that case, feel free to visit each other through comments.
This is how it works: After you answer Tuesday's Question, I copy your answer and add it to this post, along with a link to your blog. That way, everyone who reads the answers will read your answers as well, and will have a link to your blog, and chances are, if they like your answer, they will also like your blog.
Makes sense, right, plus, it is one of the ways we can get to know each other better, and I can pass along link love to my blogging buddies each week.
Today’s Question again is When Was Your Most Romantic Dance? Where were you, who were you with, and do you remember the song?
My answer:
My most romantic dance was on the beach with my ex-husband. It was dusk, and I was playing in the sand with our son, when my husband who was standing beside us, leaned over and took my hand. At first, I thought he was going to tell me something in my ear, but he pulled me into his arms, and started dancing with me.
Then, our one-year-old son crawled between us, and stood on his Dad’s feet. I’ll never forget it, because we didn’t say a word, we were covered in sweat, sand, and salt water, and we just danced. I laid my head on his shoulder and we hummed while he slowly rocked me and our baby back and forth...the wind blew and the tide rushed in...I don’t remember the song.
Now, it's your turn:
My first answer to Tuesday's Question is from Stephanie from Stephanie's Stories and if you haven't visited this writer's blog, you're missing out... She's an articulate writer, Mom, Aunt, Wife, and Therapist, with many an interesting story to tell.
Here's Stephanie's answer:
Hi Annie- Love your blog! What a great question. Most romantic dance: -with my husband I affectionately call "The Bird" on my blog -dancing in the middle of our living room, fire lit, candles glowing, Frank Sinatra in the background. -Voted most romantic bc it was impromptu. Straight from a place a pure love.
Song stuck in my head is from Julie & Julia the movie we saw yesterday which is Time After Time...so lucky to be loved by you. (Not sure of the actual title) xo Stephanie
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next answer is from another wonderful blogger. Grace from Hugz Before You Go which I would describe as a treasure box full of honest, intelligent, and funny posts.
Here's Grace's answer:
As much as I love to dance, my brother bought me a sweat shirt that said "To dance is to live, To live is to dance", I've never experienced a romantic dance. Never had a beautiful ball gown, can't think of any thing romantic I've ever been a part of. Now how sad is that?
Hi Annie- Love your blog! What a great question. Most romantic dance: -with my husband I affectionately call "The Bird" on my blog -dancing in the middle of our living room, fire lit, candles glowing, Frank Sinatra in the background. -Voted most romantic bc it was impromptu. Straight from a place a pure love.
Song stuck in my head is from Julie & Julia the movie we saw yesterday which is Time After Time...so lucky to be loved by you. (Not sure of the actual title) xo Stephanie
As much as I love to dance, my brother bought me a sweat shirt that said "To dance is to live, To live is to dance", I've never experienced a romantic dance. Never had a beautiful ball gown, can't think of any thing romantic I've ever been a part of. Now how sad is that?
Well, Grace, It's time to get started...if we can figure out a dinner that has something for a meat lover, and something for a non meat lover...
(yes, I've read your post, but I haven't figured out how to comment, because I'm an awful cook.) then you can cook a nice meal, turn the lights down low, and put on Frank Sinatra's Nice 'N' Easy, and you will have your most romantic dance.
I know you can do it. If not tonight, sometime...because you have a man who loves you...
Do you want to know what's sad? I tried to dance with Simon (my cat) this morning, and he let out a loud MEOW! and jumped out of my arms.
I'm searching for a man to love me, and I know he's out there...but I don't know what he's doing...what's new?
And tell your brother, I want one of those sweat shirts. It sounds great~
This is an easy one Annie. Of course it's with hubby. We weren't together yet, but we had a work function that had music and dancing after dinner. I'd never even kissed him yet so this is the very, very beginning. Okay, even before the beginning.
He walked over to me, extended his hand, and I of course took his hand and off to the dance floor we went. He folded me into his arms and we just swayed with the music. I felt safe and warm. I felt love. It was a magical moment that I've never forgotten.
The music...Whitney Houston - I will always love you. For everyone else this is not a love song, but for me it is...
Today is my birthday and hubby is making me feel special all over again.
Have a terrific day honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Annie, your description of me and blog and way too generous. I should aspire to that. I am just so tired of food and cooking - every day - it gets boring LOL
Love Sandee's response - that is romantic ::sigh::
It was a Snoopy sweatshirt and it got me an extra 5 points on a Perceptual Psychology test.
Sorry I'm late answering... and you don't have to post my answer. I have had hundreds of dances I suppose but I don't remember one in particular that stands out as the most romantic... Unless of course you count all the times I danced with my cat. Now he was a real charmer... ;)
Luvs ya syster!
Your word verification is Syster! How cool is that?
Sandee, I told you I was going to write an easy Tuesday's Question. ;)
I love your answer...Now, that is romance...It's so great to see a couple still so much in love. You two, are truly an inspiration. I can see you in my minds eye too. Great imagery.
Plus, I can see how 'I will Always Love You' would make a great love song. It really can be taken both ways.
And by the way HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I knew your birthday was sometime in Sept. I just wasn't sure of the date.
I hope you and hubby have another romantic evening, followed by many more...
Grace, My description of your blog was dead on...every word...
It's because you're talented, but it's also due to the spirit behind it. I can read between the lines....(Smile)
I'm sorry I haven't been by with my comment yet, I'm running behind again, as usual. However, I still cannot think of anything that would suit you both.
I was going to cheat anyway. I was going to look up something in my grandmothers recipe book.
I'm still going to stop by, but I'm not sure I'll find anything, plus, you will probably be dancing by then...(Smile)
The sweatshirt is a Snoopy sweatshirt? Well...that just makes it cooler.
I'm still trying to understand how Snoopy and a Perceptual Psychology test go together, but it doesn't matter, although I would have given you ten points.
God bless you for your last sentence...
I hope you have an evening to remember, whatever it entails...
Dawn, Well, it's a good sign that none of those dances stood out in your mind as the most romantic, because that means the most romantic dance is yet to come. (Smile)
In addition, hundreds of dances is nice...unless, of course I think of some of mine.
I couldn't stand it when a man asked me to dance, then leaned on me to the point of almost knocking me over...those were not any fun...LOL
And are you kidding about not posting your answer? Besides, I'm running behind myself...
And Miiko was a real charmer...I miss hearing about him, and I know you miss him too.
However, I believe you have a cat angel now, one who needs to help Simon with his dancing skills. ;)
Thanks for playing along Syster,
And yes, it is very cool that the word verification said that.
Hi Annie, I have missed you but I am here and you have a great question.
I know this is not going to sound very romantic but it was.
One New Year's Eve when all of the kids were still living at home Walter and I stayed home.
We had a big party and let all of the kids have at least two friends each over.
We had loads of junk food, silly string, Walter and I had our hair all streaked with funny spray on colors.
Kids were running everywhere and simply having a blast.
At midnight, as the ball dropped, there was Walter looking quite silly with silly string hanging everywhere. Both of us had purple, blue, pink and silver streaks in our hair.
But, he kissed me ever so gently, took me by the hand and we danced a very loving tender slow dance.
All of the kids suddenly got very quiet and encircled as we danced.
We could see the look on our children's faces and our hearts melted.
They were standing there watching, occasionally glancing around at their friends, as to say, that's our mom and dad, see how very much in love they are.
I will never ever forget that dance or that night. It was the best ever!!
Well I am late as usual, story of my life I swear. My first true love all those many years ago. Our song was Nights In White Satin. I will always always remember dancing with him to that song. All these many years later I cry when I hear it.
Actually, September the 8th was my dear friend Sandee's (from Comedy Plus) birthday, as some of you already know, however, I thought I knew of a website that made graphics of different flavored cakes, and I was going to send it to her, as well as add it to this post. But, it fell through, and yesterday I tried to write this post, in addition to paying forward the fabulous awards I’ve received this month, but my computer had other plans.
Well, I say it’s my computer, and as for it running slow, it probably is, but have you noticed my font? For some reason, I cannot get the size straight and it’s written in bold.
It’s undeniably frustrating…in addition to my computer stopping every few minutes, and threatening me with it's hourglass. It's as if my computer is saying, your time on earth is running out, especially, if you hit one more button on my keyboard. In any event, I was determined to write Sandee a birthday post, and by golly, I’m doing it.
I met Sandee only a month or so after I started blogging, and I don’t think she had been blogging long herself, but she saved me from the brink of disaster on a daily basis, introduced me to many of her friends and made me laugh.
I remember seeing her first avatar, which was a sleepy-eyed cartoon character wearing big fluffy slippers and holding a coffee cup. At that time, she didn’t have her photo published yet, so I recognized her by the droopy-eyed character with the coffee cup and big slippers.
Anyway, to illustrate what a great person she is, I was looking for the character with the cup this morning on her blog, and to my surprise, I saw a gorgeous sign with a butterfly at the top. The sign said, “Get Well Annie,” which made a huge impression on me, but what really touched me was that she never told me about it.
It’s at the bottom of her blog and it made my day. In fact, to be honest, I wasn’t planning on returning to blogging for awhile, or at least not until my books were on the market, and the publishing market moves as fast as a snail, so that gives you an idea of how long I would have been off-line.
However, because of the fact that she kept writing me comments, along with my touchstone Dawn from Twisted Sister, I returned to blogging sooner.
Sandee, is a true spirit, what you see is what you get, and I see an authentic, compassionate, fun, and caring friend. She is no leaky vessel, and that’s what I love about her- a dependable friend to everyone and special to me-
Thank you, my friend, for sharing your heart, your time, and your kindnesses, in addition to treating me with the same dignity, compassion, and respect you would afford someone you’ve known for years. You exemplify the Emerson quote I have at the top of my blog...and I'm honored to be your friend.
As you always say, Big hug and lotsa lovies
Note; I’m going to do my dead level best to post some awards today. Although unfortunately, I’m not sure what my computer’s problem is, and on a more personal note, I have a doctors appt. this afternoon, so I’m not sure I’ll make it. However, it’s a promise to those of you who thought enough of me to nominate me for an award; I will post them as soon as possible. In addition, I know I have my “syster” Dawn to thank for her sign, as well as Ettarose and Bud, and Grace's wonderful comments- All of you touched my heart and healed my soul. I have so many of you to thank for helping me through one of the hardest times in my life, and I will never forget you.
12 Comments on Happy Birthday Sandee!, last added: 9/13/2009
Thank you so much Annie. Most folks didn't even remember my birthday this year. Well in the blogging world that is. At my age I'd just as soon forget about having another birthday too.
You are most welcome. You've become a wonderful blogging buddy. We've done this together and that's a wonderful thing.
I hope things go well at your doctors appointment today. It's so good to have you back you know.
Have a terrific day and weekend honey. We are off to the boat for a long weekend. Cruising to Pittsburg for the Seafood Festival. Should be fun. Big hug and lotsa lovies, and again thanks for remembering my birthday. I'm going to have a piece of chocolate cake now. :)
Sandee first caught my attention with her avatar. She looks so much like my sister that I felt drawn to her. Then, Annie, due to the fact that we love you so much we grew closer worrying about you. You and Sandee are two of the best "real" people I know. You ALWAYS have something kind to say and I have never heard you complain. (unlike me who can't imagine a day w/o bitching) Hahaha.
Hey Annie, I did not know you were having test run,but I pray that they turn out good for you.
I love Sandee, too. Happy belated Birthday Sandee!
I found you, Annie, through Dawn and Sandee. I did not know you then, but Dawn had a badge on her blog about you. I can't tell you how nice it is to finally meet you and how many times I have kept you in my prayers.
May you hear wonderful news. Blessings and love, Pam
Hi! I have just visited your blog and I would like to have a link exchange with you (if it's okey, since I accidentally erase all my previous blog link). My site is "Living Life to the Fullest" http://livinglifetodfullest.blogspot.com kindly leave a message on my site if you have already added me to your blog so that I could add you as well.
When my son was three or four, I made our living room into a play area to keep him occupied while I cooked. The kitchen was set up with a bar between it and the living room, so I could watch him from the kitchen, while we sang songs and I peeled potatoes.
One of our favorite song's was “John, Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!" I would sing and dance around the kitchen peeling potatoes, and adding to the pot whatever I could find from our limited supply of ingredients. I would dance, as he laughed aloud and jumped up and down to the rhythm of the song. He was a good choreographer, and was sure to show me whatever new move he created as I threw onions, bell pepper and whatever else together for dinner. We sang every night at suppertime.
One night as we danced and sang John Jacob, I turned my back on him, and when I turned around again, he had gone to his room. He did this sometimes, he would get in a mood to be alone and go in his room and make believe he was pirate or some other popular action figure for hours. But this time was different, and when too much time passed I started to get uncomfortable with the silence. I went in his room and saw him sitting in the corner crying and covering his face. I said, “Honey what’s wrong?”
He pulled his chubby hand away his face, then shook his head back and forth refusing to come forth with the problem. However, I keep asking until he was more helpful, and after a gulp of air he replied, “You used to like to watch me sing and dance.”
I was perplexed, I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about, but I said, "Yes Baby, and I still do. I had a wet kitchen towel wrapped my waist, but I pulled him on my lap anyway, and hugged him while he sucked his thumb, before I said,
"Honey, there isn't anything in the world, that I would rather do than watch you sing and dance, and not the biggest bear or the strongest Rhinoceros could change my mind about that- So what on earth lead you to believe that I didn't like your singing and dancing anymore?"
"Because when I danced and sang you didn’t clap your hands.” he answered.
”Well,” I replied, “Taylor, I couldn’t see you, I had my backed turned.” His reply is a good example of how literal children are, he said, “Why didn’t you just use the eyes in the back of your head?”
What funny thing did your child do or say today?
0 Comments on What Funny Thing Did/ Has Your Child So/Said Today? (Or When They Were Small) as of 9/15/2009 7:57:00 AM
Be advised: Annie will be out a few days due to an emergency. I'm a friend of Annie's. My name is James and I will be posting in her place, by her instructions.
She said today's post (Below this one) is close to Tuesday's Question because it asks a question, so feel free to answer it and she will reply, and post your links upon her return. She should return in the next few days.
However, she did ask me to pick this past week-ends movie moment, and forgive me, because I think I've played it before, it's just the character reminds me of Annie. Thank you for all for your patience. Also, feel free to comment on today's Song of the day...posted in the sidebar and I will do my best to keep up with her Entrecard drops, etc...until her return. Please do not hesitate to let me know if I'm doing something wrong...
Thanks Again,
James
0 Comments on Saturday's Belated Movie Moment ( And Note to Readers) as of 1/1/1900
Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson star as newlyweds John and Jenny Grogan, in the true story screen adaptation of Marley & Me. The movie is based on the novel, Marley & Me, written by Marley's true owner, Pennsylvania columnist John Grogan; who wrote many columns about his beloved Golden "Laberdoodle", Marley; who he also affectionately referred to as the "worlds worst dog."
This Saturday, instead of posting Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment without any words, like I usually do, I decided to share more about the background of Marley & Me, partly because it's a true story, but also because it's based on John's Grogan's moving novel, written in first person narrative.
John's novel, Marley & Me, was published in 2005; after an overwhelming response to the eulogy he wrote for Marley in his column; then, Bad Dog, Marley, a picture book for children, based on his original story followed; Bad Dog, Marley was published in 2007. (Harper Collins)
I loved all three adaptations of Marley and Me, in fact, I read the novel twice, the children's book several times, and I watched the movie in the theater and at home on DVD.
Hence, this story has something for everyone; moviegoers, readers, or both, in addition to two other children's books I neglected to mention; A Dog Like No Other, for younger readers without the sexual content in the original novel, and A Very Marley Christmas.
The Grogan family had their hands full, but they also had a loving family member who taught them so much about life and love. If you haven't seen this movie, watch it, and if you haven't read it, read it, and for your children who are too small, don't forget about Marley's age appropriate books.
It's a gem; a film that will be watched for years to come. I just had to add all of that...enjoy the clip~
Happy Saturday!
12 Comments on Marley & Me (Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment), last added: 10/22/2009
Welcome back Annie!! I haven't seen the movie, because I heard about the dog, and I don't think I would want to see that, at least not right now. After losing my dog, it is just too hard.
I read the book twice, and then my step-daughter got me the movie for Mother's Day (and a 'I'm glad you survived the tornado') gift. I still cry everytime I watch the movie, even though I know what is going to happen. I'm such a sap!
Marley and me is a family comedy drama movie.....John and Jennifer and dog named marley are living together....with the passage of time they think that Marley is become a separable part of their life. i like the story i download Marley and me movie from this website.....
What is your life’s theme song? I’ve asked this question before, in fact it was almost exactly two years ago, although this year the question is different for me. I wonder if it will feel that way for any of you who may have answered it before...
I’m not sure why it feels different, but it does...For one thing, I knew when I asked it the first time that the theme song to my life would be A River Runs Through It, but I didn't know why, so I didn’t mention it at the time.
However, I did give a lot of thought to the fact that the title A River Runs Through, is a metaphor for all families, regardless of where they live. Actually, I’ve learned over the last few decades of my life, how much our families shape us into the people we are, or you could say, how much our families “run through us.”
When I first saw this film I cried, like everyone, but after seeing it the first time, I watched it to the point of obsession, and I couldn’t understand why; particularly because the character I closely related to the youngest brother played by the then unknown, Brat Pitt. Now, how in the world could a female from South Louisiana relate to a male character from Montana?
When I told my mother how I felt, and asked her what she thought it was about the characters relationship with his parents, that troubled him so...She said, “They were emotionally distant, whereas he was open and warm…”
It struck me as odd how quickly she answered my question, but I was still confused, so I asked, “Well, Mom, did you understand why his parents were emotionally distant, and besides they seemed to love their children.”
My mother looked at me as though she was taken aback, but calmly replied, “Well Ann, of course they loved their children, but they were Scotch Irish.”
Then, it clicked, because we are Scotch Irish as well...my whole family, with the exception of one Irish grandfather and a German Grandmother. I was relieved to suddenly realize why I strongly related to the character in the book and film, because we were brought up in similar circumstances and shared similar personalities.
Therefore, when I considered how “rivers run through” all families, it changed the way that I looked at what I would consider the theme song of my life. Have you ever strongly related to a character in a book or movie? If you have, I think it will help you answer this question, or answer it for you.
The first time I asked this question I phrased it differently; I asked, “What was your life’s Musical Score?” If you remember answering it, see if you feel differently now, or know more about yourself, or think of another song.
In any event, there is more to think about when answering this particular Tuesday’s Question. And I guess I rattled on more about it as well... Nevertheless, I hope Tuesday’s Question has always been a challenge, in addition to a blast.
Moreover, I know you might not believe me, even if I shouted it from the highest rooftop in your town; but these questions have taught me a lot about all of you, and people in general; I hope you’ve had the same experience.
And I'm Sorry again about posting so late in the day... I'm dealing with Dell’s (my computer) control issues again... One of these days he's going to find his computerized self at the bottom of the Mississippi River...it's sooo frustrating.
Also, I realize this is more like a preamble than the beginning of a Tuesday's Question post. I hope you will forgive me; I just had more to say on this one, and I will leave the post up throughout the day tomorrow.
Now, I want to know the theme song to your life...
Just skip over the next few paragraphs if you're familiar with Tuesday's Question.
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8 Comments on What Is Your Life's Theme Song, last added: 10/2/2009
Thank you for being a friend Traveled down the road and back again your heart is true you're a pal and a confidant
And if you threw a party Invited everyone you knew You would see, the biggest gift would be for me and the card attached would say, Thank you for being a friend
I loved the Golden Girls and when I first heard this song I was hooked. It's been in my head ever since.
It just fits me as friends are the most important aspect a person can have in their lives. Friends are to be cherished and nurtured. The song just fits me to a tee.
Have a terrific day Annie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Sandee! That song is you! It's perfect...I'm glad I was able to get back online and read this...you made my day...My computer is driving me crazy...
I cannot get the read more hack to work, in addition to it's extremely slow. It took me most of the day to get this post up, and I couldn't edit it, so I hope only my friends drop by...
And I love all of what you said here: "friends are the most important aspect a person can have in their lives. Friends are to be cherished and nurtured. The song just fits me to a tee."
You have made my day...And I thank you for being a friend! You're special to me...
To everyone: If I don't get your post up today, it's because I'm having computer problems...but I will post them and reply to all of you...Thanks for your patience...
I have two and mine are tied to my experiences in life more than anything else.
The first is by Natalie Merchant...Wonder. It's all about over coming many things in life....
Dr'S have come from distance cities just to see me... They say I must be one of God's own creations... And far as they can see they can find no explanation... Ohhhhh I believe fate smiled at destiny...laughed as she came to my cradle...know this child be able...laughed as she came to my mother know this child will be gifted with love patience and faith.....she'll make her way!!
I listen to it whenever I start to feel myself sinking into self pity because my early childhood was so very terrible.
Then I am reminded that God did bless me with the strength to over come.
I have to go with Sandee's choice also for my other one. For I have been blessed to have so many wonderful friends!
Annie this is a hard question for me to answer. There are many songs that I feel are me deep inside. One that I have loved since the first time I heard it is Softly and Tenderly. That song tells me that God loves me no matter what. I feel his arms around me when I hear that song.
Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, calling for you and for me; see, on the portals he's waiting and watching, watching for you and for me.
Come home, come home; ye who are weary come home; earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling, calling, O sinner, come home!
So many things in my life I want forgiveness for and I know he does. Do I forgive myself?
Annie this is difficult because so many songs represent parts of my life. But my all time favorite is Louis Armstrong's A wonderful World
I see trees of green........ red roses too I see em bloom..... for me and for you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do Theyre really sayin......I love you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do They're really sayin...*spoken*(I ....love....you).
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow *spoken*(you know their gonna learn A whole lot more than Ill never know) And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
I can't believe that you like that movie as much as I do. I also loved Legends of the Fall and Meet Joe Black.
To travel to Montanna and Whyoming are two of the places I want to visit.
I am glad that you are back, and that your computer posted for us.
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Nobody sings Over The Rainbow like Judy Garland...and I've always been amazed at how wonderful "Toto" is in this scene...
I'll be back to my regular posting schedule...soon...I promise. All of you are important to me and I appreciate you stopping by to visit. I will be visiting you soon...
10 Comments on Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Judy Garland and Toto), last added: 10/8/2009
Well it's good to hear that it's your computer that was on the fritz and not you. Phew!
Judy Garland's version was the definitive one for me too until I heard the version I posted on my answer to the Tuesday Question. Now that has become my ultimate, total favorite.
it is possible that you need to clean out the old files in your computer. one way is to use the disc cleanup that is installed in you computer.here is how you access that tool.1)click start,than all programs,than acessories,than click on system tools,when that opens you can open up the disc cleanup. click to cleand the C drive. that may help speed up the computer.
Thank you Mike...I defragmented my system...But, I haven't tried just cleaning up the "C" drive.
I'm going to try it/ By the way, if you (or anyone who might read this) receive an e-mail from me saying I'm stranded in London and I need money. It is not me...In addition to every thing else, my e-mail has been hacked...
Boy...life can be hard...:) and some weeks are worse~
I'm working on this problem and should have it cleaned up shortly...
What a lovely piece Annie. Very lovely indeed. I've felt this way more than once. I can so relate.
I hope you are feeling better honey. I keep you in my thoughts and prayers always. It is good to see a post from you and especially see you drop EC on my advert. That made me smile.
Have a terrific day sweetie. Biggest hugs ever and tons of lovies. :)
I think of you all the time Sandee, and I kept you in my thoughts and prayers too. I loved reading your blog again today. It was like coming home from a long vacation. Thanks for all of your support...for reading this post and others and continuing to comment in my absence.
You're a wonderful friend, and I know that you, Dawn, Grace, Speedy, Ettarose etc...continued support has made a remarkable difference in my attitude.
I will always be grateful...
You have a terrific day too. Biggest hugs ever back to you...always~
Annie
That was so romantic. Romantic in the way that soft southern breezes, 500 year old oak trees, crickets in the night are romantic.
What a beautiful piece of writing. I know I shall be coming back to read it again and again.
Glad you are feeling better. I appreciated your comment on my blog (and I answered it). Hope you will soon be well enough to enjoy everything life has to offer and get back to Tuesday's Question (Aren't I selfish?)
Huge {{huggiez}}
"I will worry with the details tomorrow...I haven't the time today- time is too precious..."
So it is Annie. So it is.
Luvs ya lots,
Dawn
Positive thoughts, positive attitude, pleasant memories, can go a very long way. You have chosen a very good coping mechanism.
Annie, I hope you are healing from whatever it is that ails you. It makes me sad to know you don't feel well.
Now that I'm a southerner, too, I'm learning first hand about what you wrote about. Right now I have the cricket thing going on here big time! Now they will make me think of you!
Be well!
So romantic, great post...
Annie, there is just something about you, and the way you write. I feel at home here "every time" I visit.
Sometimes I forget just how fragile, how special, and how truley amazing the life journey really is. Many days I get caught up in the mechanical ... you know, "get up, go to works, come home, blah blah blah"
If you have vision, there are so many miraculous attributes to our planet, and the people that surround you. Seems when you open your heart with no fear, the positive things that envelope your senses ALWAYS outnumber the times you are crushed. I love to live in memories too .... If you close your eyes and go back, it is possible to feel Grandmothers love again, and to hold those that were the most important figures in guidance as a young boy.
Inside all of us is a vast treasure of recallections, experiences, and adventure. What I love most about my past, is what I hope to achieve every day.
I was feeling just a bit "alone" before stopping in to your blog today. Now? at all
Big hugs from Eric ... "SpeedyCat"
That was supposed to be "not at all" at the end.
I would not be me if I actually left a comment without a typo!
Ha haaaaaaaa !!!!
awww.
that was lovely, and beautifully written. I'm glad I stopped over from Sandee's place.
I've ridden that wagon myself.
Beautiful! I think we can all relate to bits of this post. Like Speedcat said, I feel at home reading your posts! Beautifully written.
Annie, Annie = How are you?