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This weeks Tuesday's Question asked, What Was Your Most Embarrassing Fashion Memory? Which meant to give an account of a time when you left the house feeling out of place or like something wasn't quite right.

Or to recount what you wore in high school, junior High or some other decade. You know, those times when you left home with other things on your mind beside what you were wearing... Well...my readers did a wonderful job of remembering their horrifying moments and they were kind of enough to share them with us. Thank goodness because they left the funniest replies I've read in some time.

Lately, I've been posting the answers/comments to Tuesday's Question on the same day that I posted the question. Because I'm afraid the search engines might think I'm posting the same post if I write the question one day and the answers the next with the same title. But I think it's funnier when you read the answers right after you read the question. In addition, you can read the comments all at once, rather than having to come back and read the comments throughout the day.

In any event, I decided to write another title and post the last Tuesday's Question's comments today. Then, I can ask you in a poll which way you like the best, or which way you think I should publish Tuesday's Question. I will put the poll up before I post the next question.


Oh, and by the way, the handsome fellow in the image is Eric from The SpeedcatHollydalePage. I used his picture on another Tuesday's Question post entitled How would we know You? in May of this year and he's so funny I couldn't resist using it again...I hope he doesn't sue me...

Anyway, before he does, I thought this picture would work perfectly for this post, especially since I'm celebrating Tuesday's Questions star bloggers this week, and Speedy is a Quiz Whiz badge recipient.

Alright, my lawyers have just informed me that I better hurry before he sees this post.

Here are your answers to this past Tuesday's Question,
What Was Your Most Embarrassing Fashion Memory?


The answers started with my nightmare:

It was raining, so I ran to my car and jumped inside. I could see my neighbor from inside the car, waving to me, but the rain was so loud I couldn't hear him, only see his mouth moving as he stood in his doorway.

I wondered what he was trying to say. After all, I was running with a purse on top of my head in the pouring rain. Wasn't it obvious I couldn't hear him?

When I sat inside my car I was relieved to get out of the rain, except I was worried about keeping my eyes open while driving down the road. I had been working hard lately, trying to save money for this and that. Such as my cat Simon’s root canal and the outrageous cost of his therapy.

Every time something unexpected happens in my life, it threatens the wind in my sail, and throws my life as well as my hormones overboard. I'm afraid my ship will wreck before my dream ship has had time to dock. I’ll been o.k. though, well, I'll manage, but yesterday was one of those days when my "troubles looked as though they were here to stay," to quote, a Beatles song.

Hence, by the time I walked inside the grocery store, I was in a daze. I kept staring those long stares that never end, you know the long ones into thin air? When your eyes focus on a spot and you can’t move them? Then you yawn the long yawn that stretches your mouth open so wide a semi truck could plow over your tongue.

And I keep yawning the annoying yawn on the coffee isle of all places. I stood staring at the coffee on the shelf for I'm not sure how long, when at last someone woke me. I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder and say, “Are you o.k. Miss? “

“What? Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, yes, I’m alright; why do you ask?” I said. Instead of answering with an “I’m sorry, I’ve just been tired lately." Because I thought that answer might make me sound delusional or on drugs.

I thought the stranger may go away but he keep looking at me as if I had recently entered the Earth’s atmosphere and decided to have a look around. I said, “I’m fine, sir," again thinking he would go about his business, but he continued his gaze. I could see his eyes look down my shirt, and then move back to my face, as if he was looking me over. It was creepy, so I said something like, "O.k., good day then” and scurried out of there to get my milk.

Then after I got my milk, I was shocked to discover another starer in the grocery line. It was weird; I mean I could understand why someone may be concerned about why I was staring into space, but that was one person, now another person was staring at me. They weren't "staring into space" like I had the decency to do, they were staring at people. I hate it when people stare at you, because you don't know whether you should stare back, wave, look quickly the other way or what, since you don't want to appear too threatening or too friendly.

Anyway to sum up this brief excerpt, the cashier stared at me too, in fact, she looked as if she took pity on me and the guy that bagged my groceries smiled sweetly and said, "Hang in there. We all have bad days." I have never wanted to get out of a place so fast in my life, it was like living in a bad episode of the Twilight Zone.

On the way home my blood ran cold at the thought of so many people finding me so interesting all of a sudden. After all, what was the big deal about staring into space in the grocery store? I mean we've all done it, right? Plus, most of the people who were staring at me didn't witness me staring at the shelves on the vegetable aisle anyway.

When I finally returned home and brought my groceries in the house, I called to my son to come and carry the heavy bags for me, but when he saw me he looked startled- then he started laughing. I said, "What is it? Everyone keeps looking at me like I have egg on my face. What in the world is it son? You tell me right now."

He playfully took me by the hand and brought me before the bathroom mirror and everything fell into place. Although I was humiliated by what I saw: My blouse was on inside out, I had eye make-up on one eye and not the other, or better yet, I had make up on one side of my face and not the other and I wore a different earring in each ear.

That was my most embarrassing fashion memory.


What is yours?

Grace from Broadway Matron

You know I don't have one. I can look at some old pics and laugh at the make-up we wore back then but I looked just like everyone else, so no harm, no foul.

I once left the house without my skirt but it was winter and I had a long coat on so no one knew but me - I got all the way into the subway when I realized that the draft I was feeling was my lack of skirt! I was wearing a body suit and somehow in my rush to get dressed I grabbed my coat before my skirt. (I had a studio apartment and only one closet so coats and clothes were all in the same closet, which happened to be in the entry hall).

I would never wear any of the clothes I wore when I was young, not because they were inappropriate, they were right for the times, but I would never even fit into them today. Let's face it a chubby 62 year old woman should not wear hot pants! (But I have a pic of me at 25 in hot pants - ooh-la-la I looked good!)

November 13, 2008 7:45 PM
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Kim at Purplefrogcat


I hate it when i decide to wear a skirt it happens to windy as hell that day...sometimes i still don`t realize that i put on a black bra then i white t-shirt..What the hell was i thinking?not thinking at all cause i am trying to rush out of the house chasing the kids..

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Don't worry, next up is a comment from the hilarious Daisy, The Curly Cat...


From Daisy's Mom:
My biggest fashion secret is that my cat dresses better than me. And has more outfits. Oh dear!

November 14, 2008 5:26 AM

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Next is from the fun and always funny Maunie at Maunie's World

On my birthday, a black day indeed,
I wore a white leather skirt...mini
mini, a pair of white boots, a white hat perched on my head...and a white jacket...Of course, I had on a black tee.

You have to forgive me though, it was the big three "o"

I thought I looked amazing...hubby was in New York and I felt sorry for myself so I grabbed two girlfriends and off we went...now
looking at the picture I look like
a "hooker out of a job"

I do have to say I got hit on a lot...even though we just went out to eat and to a jazz bar...

well what do I win honey for exposing myself like this...yeah, yeah, all in good fun but I bet you can see that image for a long time...

November 14, 2008 6:22 AM

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Then my dear friend Sandee at Comedy Plus said,

I don't have a story either. There are some styles in the past that I cringe at, like polyester. But I really don't have a horror story.

I loved your shirt on inside out and half makeup and half not. Just goes to show you that you just have to take the time to look at yourself before leaving the house.

Have a great day and weekend sweetie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

November 14, 2008 8:33 AM

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Then Dan from Using Humor bravely recounted his high school garments...

In High School For some reason, known to no one, I purchased, and wore, a bright yellow pair of hip hugger bell bottom pants and a matching yellow silky shirt, and wore them with a pair of four inch platform shoes. Even I realized I looked like a Canary the second and last time I wore the outfit.

November 14, 2008 8:44 AM

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And get ready to laugh yourself sill when you read this one from Sue at SanityonEdge

Annie, maybe this is not really a fashion embarrassment, but here it is. My Hubby and I were invited to a get together with some of his friends at work. There were going to be people we did not know there so we wanted to make an impression (stupid,stupid stupid) We smeared instant tan stuff all over our bodies, and because we could not see a difference we smeared more, and then smeared more. By the time it came for us to leave we both looked like pumpkins! Of course I am sure we looked as stupid as we felt. I will never ever do that again!

November 14, 2008 9:35 AM

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Then Maunie from Maunie James had a delayed reaction to my fashion nightmare...(laughing)

Read this...

errr ummm how do you put your make-up on half your face? You are scaring me honey...I have to confess once when I was helping out a friend over at head-start I had a couple of brownies with hash added and none of us knew...I was going to a wake and three times I ran upstairs to put on my make-up...when I came down the last time I scared the kids...they actually screamed and so I washed my face...I managed to put it on three times but never half a face...hummm

November 14, 2008 2:07 PM

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And just as I was beginning to recover from laughing at Maunie, here comes Margaret at Nanny Goats In Panties

The first thing I'm reminded of was about 1988. I was about to walk out of the bathroom at work and a coworker (bless her heart) stopped me because the back of my skirt was all stuffed into my pantyhose. If I were more vain, I would have at least checked my ass to make sure there was nothing funny going on back there - sheesh!

November 14, 2008 4:27 PM

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And...Jackie from The Painted Veil keep the mood going...Thank you Jackie...I can't believe it happened to you too~


Oh Annie...you have me laughing so hard.

I don't know if I can answer. but, I have done the same thing with the shirt. But, not the make up too!!

Oh my I can't even think of an answer now...you blew me away!!:-))

November 14, 2008 6:17 PM

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Then Abelle at Only In Silence kept the laughing going...we were on a roll...



I was and still am not so much into fashion. But one thing that I felt really embarrassed recently was when I was on the way to pick up Jeff from school.

The school was about 300meters away from where we live, and since we don't have a car, I took a jeepney (a public transport here in the Philippines) and from the jeepney stop, a 30-meter walk to the school. While I was walking, I felt something went loose inside my shirt. And seconds later, I came to realize that it was no other than - my bra!

I always wear my hair in pony tails. The good thing here is I have long hair which goes down to the middle of my back. So while walking a bit faster now, I 'un-pony tailed' my hair and let it loose so that people behind me won't notice what just happened.

The second I entered the gate of the school, I immediately looked for the girls' room, which by then was filled with some high schools and grade school girls. They looked at me as if their eyes were saying, 'What is this old lady doing in here?'. You know, it's not usual that parents go in there. I directly went in a cubicle, hooked my bra that has just decided to unhook itself, then went out and waited for Jeff near the gate.

That's it. Not so much of a fashion story, but it can pass as a horror story ;o)

November 15, 2008 12:44 AM


And Abelle, I think your story qualifies as both a fashion and a horror story, like mine...

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And last, but certainly not least, The Muse at A Diva's Hammer...Wielded By The Muse
wrote the kindest comment. Her words truthfully made my day, as well as crystallized the effort involved in putting this post together. Because sometimes you're not sure if you're making a difference, until people are thoughtful enough to write extraordinary kindnesses.

Thank you for making my day, The Muse, and I'm glad we made you smile.

Here's her comment:

LOL I loved this post!...
On a day that has been ALL work, and seriously so, you have given me the opportunity to simply Enjoy life...LOL! Thank you!

November 15, 2008 10:29 A

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Thanks to every single one of you for your hilariously fun comments and for making Tuesday's Question a fun, open and thoughtful post every week. You're simply the coolest people I know...(don't tell the people I know who don't blog I wrote that. )


This weeks Saturday Movie moment will be posted tomorrow, due to the celebration of Tuesday's Question and the introduction of the Quiz Whiz Badges. Also, since I have so many posts published in relation to Tuesday's Question I will put the original question for this post in draft, particularly since it's the same post with your comments included.

And congrats to the following blogger's who answered this question who are now recipients of the Quiz Whiz Badge: Sandee at Comedy Plus, Grace at Broadway Matron, Kim at Purplefrogcat, Daisy at Daisy The Curly Cat, Maunie at Maunie's World,
Sue or Ettarose at Sanity on Edge, Jackie at The Painted Veil, Abelle at Only In Silence...and for the rest of you, come back you're times a comin.'


Thanks everybody and do me a favor and have a fun, fun, fun weekend~

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This weeks Tuesday's Question was "What is the worst haircut you're ever had in your life?"

I'm sorry for the delay with posting the comments, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to answer.

In addition, I received a request from Ferdc from Crazy Medical Cases to show my readers a picture of myself with the worst haircut of my life ... However, how many of you would show an internet picture of yourself after your head had been through a meat grinder by a maniac hairdresser?

Therefore, I had my son draw a picture of what I looked like when I returned home from the worst haircut I've ever had in my life.

The day of the trauma (the haircut) I walked around the house wondering whether to cut all of my hair off or wear a hat for the rest of my life, that's why I'm holding a hat in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other hand.

However, after reading some of these experiences, it's nice to know I'm not alone in the world when it comes to bad hair days. Therefore, thanks to all of you who contributed, because as I'm sure you all know, misery loves company- So just click "read more" and I promise you will feel better.

These bloggers comments are the best so don't forget to click on the link to their blogs and pay them a visit when you get a chance, I think you'll enjoy their blogs as much as their comments.


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My first Commenter was from my dearest friend, as usual :)

Sandee from Comedy Plus

Well, I don't recall ever having a bad haircut, but then I've never given anyone carte blanche with my hair. There is a reason for this policy. I am terrible at fixing hair, so if I don't keep it simple I'm in trouble.

I'm the one who is trying to fix my hair to go somewhere and spending most of the time saying bad words. I have absolutely zero ability in styling my hair. Once in a blue moon it looks halfway decent, but most of the time I'm having a bad hair day.

I've had the same stylist for the last 20 years, so she knows exactly what to do and what my limitations are. She has tried to teach me a few tricks. Didn't work. If I want my hair to look great for a special function, I just call her for an appointment.

I envy those folks that can style their hair. Great question Ann and thanks for reminding me that I can't style my own hair. Bwahahahahahaha. Big hug honey. :)


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And my second from another dear friend Misty Dawn from My Dogs Keep Me Sane

Ann, are we somehow mentally connected? I mean seriously! Today, I went to work, and then went to my scheduled appointment for a haircut!!! I was hesitant, because I was considering a rather short cut, and I have never had my hair short - it has always been 'fairly' long to 'really' long. Well, I threw all caution to the wind and said, "Just do whatever you think will look good!" So, it's short... only one person has seen it so far (my BBFF and she saw it over the webcam)... she loved it, but I'm still not sure about it.

So, this isn't really a good 'worst haircut' story, but I had to laugh when I came to your blog and saw the subject of the Tuesday Question, considering I just got home from getting a haircut!!!

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Then my new and funny friend Ferdc from Crazy Medical Cases
(Who I hope likes my picture, actually I hope all of you do)

Every haircut I get now is the worst one I've ever had, not because of my stylist (my dear wife, Princess Gail) but because I seem to be losing more and more! Damn!

Annie, since you are making an issue of this, I think we your readers deserve to see a picture of this lovely, curly haircut you had. We could all use a chuckle! ; )

I wonder who you resembled most, Thing One or Thing Two? Hmm.


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experience turned out:

Oh, without a doubt it was the hair cut I gave myself. Here's a really useful piece of advice: hair stretches. Especially wet hair. Especially curly hair. And then it snaps back. So if you want to cut your own bangs and you pull them straight while they're wet, and you cut and cut and cut to get them even until they're about an inch long? Then after your hair is dry you will unfailingly look like a turnip. And everyone at your high school will notice.

May 14, 2008 9:52 AM

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Then I laughed hysterically at the wonderful Jennifer Robin from Robin's Woods comment,

I was 20, going to a big formal affair on a ship, and the guy who had cut my hair several times already to my satisfaction decided to try something new. First he went asymmetrical, and when I said "I don't think so", he "fixed" it and I ended up with the back of my head looking like a monkey's butt, and yes, I had to go to the formal affair looking that way.

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Followed by another dear friend and hilarious writer Dawn from Twisted Sister

Does a bad perm count?
I looked like a poodle and hid for days!

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Then, one of my favorite writer's and friends stopped by, the speedcat himself, Speedy from Speedcat Hollydale Page

Read this, it's great~


That is so easy, and I remember this just like yesterday.
When I was 19, I had a classic 80's kind of hair-doo. Swept back with a long curly back. No, not ON my back, but the back of my head. (he hee)
Anyway, when I was that age, my look was really important to me. I was overly concerned of what women thought of how I looked. Funny, because things are so different now.
I stopped in to a Cost Cutters, and wanted a trim on the sides. I was sat in a chair, and my stylist was talking and talking away. It seemed like the scissors were just there flinging around wildly as story after story came out of her mouth. She hacked of a lot of hair as she moved to the back of my head, and I said NO NO, I did not want that short! She kept on "Fixing" that particular cut and telling more stories, Did this lady listen to me at all?
By the time I was done, I looked like I had just joined the army. I like having a shorter cut now, but back then I felt like I was butchered.
The manager asked if there was any trouble and if I was happy with the service. I told her how disappointed I was that my cut was completely wrong, and that I hated it. She said there was no charge ... one on the house. I told her that I did not want my money back - I wanted my hair back!
The next day, all I heard was, "What happened to you?" ... followed by laughter.
Free is not always good. (wink)

Song today? Missing You, by Steve Perry. It's on the greatest hits album with "5 previously unrealeased" on it. I don't know exactly why, but I just love that song. Reminds me of a lost love, and someone that I miss. She left when I was still drinking (many years ago). I have a lot of regrets from those days.
Ironically, the song makes me feel alive, and I can listen to it over and over and over again. The melody is hauntingly beautiful.
Check it out! :-)

Happy week Ann
Speedy

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And last, but certainly not least, Henson from the excellent blog Henson's Hell


I sympathize. The worst haircut I ever received was when I was in high school and I went through my "hair salon" phase. I hated the way my hair looked, and asked my mom to take me with her the next time she went to a professional salon (as opposed to the old-fashioned barber shop I always went to.) My stylist was a chain-smoker (because you could in those days), and he seemed more concerned with lighting his next cigarette than paying attention to my hair. At the end of my "visit," I looked like Paul Lynde...not sure how he accomplished that, but I never went back to the salon again.

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First, let me apologize for leaving out part of Tuesday's Question yesterday and today. Today it's because I don't want it to appear to be duplicate content. And yesterday instead of asking When You Were A Child Who did You Want To Be When You Grew Up, I asked; Who Did You Want To Be When You Grew Up? I can't believe I didn't notice (that typo) and I'm sorry- although I know you all knew what I meant there is no excuse for sloppy grammar... And thats not all, Ferd C from Texas Medical Freak said that I made another mistake, but I'm not sure I did, and I think he may be kidding but he said; "Interesting question, "Who" did you want to be, not "what" did you want to be."


You see, Who and What are interchangeable when it comes to poorly written questions. I wish he would have caught how awful the sentence was, but I guess he was trying to be polite. And he did catch what I meant about who and what meaning the same or different things when it comes to what you what to do for a living and who you are Ferd just articulated it better. What I was trying to say is we know early on who we are but sometimes we decide to become what others expect of us instead.

For example, I think a writer is what I do and who I am, but anytime I worked doing something else it felt more like what I did for a living as opposed to who I am. Thank you Ferd C from Texas Medical Freak and welcome to Tuesday's Question for the first time, and I hope it will not be your last visit.

In an effort to thank Ferd I'm going to link to him twice, and since you ordinarily get credit for only one url from the same page, I'm going to link to an interesting article he wrote about Parkinson's Disease with his comment, because I linked the main landing page link above.

Anyway, I have to quickly move on since my doctor won the debate over who should be keep waiting, my readers or his patients, and he won. His biggest selling point was that he had to go to school longer, and blah, blah, blah...

Well, let's hope I make it on time and that this sentence makes more sense than yesterdays, and congratulations for sitting through the first part of this post- You are all wonderful.

If you are reading Tuesday's Question for the first time or for entertainment please take a moment to visit these bloggers blogs, their blogs are as much fun as their comments. O.K. Here's the correct Question:


When You Were a Child What Did You Want To Become When You Grew Up?


Clink read more for my first commenter~

When I was little I didn't want to do the run of the mill things women were required to do. You know nurses, secretaries and the like. If you tried for anything outside that scope the men would be angry that you were taking the jobs they needed to feed their families. I wanted to do anything I wanted without the typical rules for women that I grew up hating.

My first idea was go into the military. Well, I graduated high school in 1969 and those females that went into the service basically were secretaries or worked in the office filing papers. So, I gave up that idea.

For some years I was a waitress and then a bartender, but this wasn't what I wanted to do either. There just wasn't a future here for me. No retirement plans and well...it wasn't very impressive. The tips were great, but the pay wasn't all that much.

When I was 26 a friend talked me into applying for the Sheriff's Department. I didn't want to be a cop, but I was sick of what I was doing so I applied. I passed the testing and my background and approximately six months after I applied I was hired.

I spent the next 25 years doing exactly what I was meant to do. It is not the typical job and it takes the right kind of people to work in this environment. I can't imagine doing anything other than the profession I finally I had come to love.

There were lots of firsts for me. I was the first female sergeant to be transferred to an all male facility (Men's Jail) and that was even better. I was the first female sergeant to run inmate programs. I was the first female lieutenant to run a lock up (Men's Honor Farm). I came full circle when I was the first female lieutenant to run the Men's Jail (a maximum security facility). I had gone full circle.

I was one of the fortunate few that worked my way up through the ranks and because of that I was able to retire a bit sooner because of those extra benefits. Because of those 25 years I'm now doing what I've always wanted to do. Whatever I want.

May 6, 2008 1:33 PM

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Sandee was followed by Sogeshirts Presents: Blog Of Masterful Entertainment




Hmm i think you are right Ann. I was a little goofball as a kid and now I'm a big goofball. Maturity? maybe later.

May 6, 2008 3:23 PM

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And Fredc from Texas Medical Freak



Interesting question, "Who" did you want to be, not "what" did you want to be.
I so agree our basic personalities are established way early in life. I, too, was inquisitive, and since I can remember wanted to be a doctor just like my dad. I eventually did. But that's mostly the "what."
The "who" becomes clearer to me in my middle age, as I actually DO grow up! I want to be helpful, connected, friendly, a positive force, honest. I'm sure I wanted that even as a child. And for the most part, I think it has happened. Just don't ask my ex! ; )

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And my next commenter is Speedy from the Speedcat Hollydale Page and 0007 Undercover TAGMEMEAWARD CAT

Speedy leaves great comments, read this one, then be sure and visit his blog, you'll be hooked. Speedy the Speedcat is one of those imaginative and fun writers whose blog you love from the moment you click on the landing page. And I'm not just writing this because he always says kind things about me- I'm writing it because it's true. Besides, he says nice things about everyone...oh, now I'm getting tongue tied, just be sure and visit his blog when you have a chance and you'll know what I mean.

Here's Speedy's comment:

Great question here Ann.

My answer changes from one span to the next ... so to speak.
When I was:
5~10, baseball player.
10~13, a bike racer
13~15, motorcyle racer
15~NOW, golfer

I am still working on the golf thing, just a lot harder in the last couple of years.
Why not pursue goals with the positive attitude I had as a kid, and why not keep trying? It's nice to have a dream ... even if it is not meant to be.

Looks like I am very sports driven here, Ann - I never realized that before.

Whistling a tune while blogging down the road ..... (Carpenters again)

(Now, I don't know what he is talking about as far as singing The Carpenters while he is blogging down the road. I guess that's a typo)

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And my next hilarious commenter is Mauniejames who has several wonderful blogs so I decided to link to Mauniejames


I still have no idea of what I want to do but I know it has something to do with children. After high school while I was going to modeling school my company sent me to get a degree for legal secretary...so I got married at nineteen..quit to take care of my son born 9 months two weeks and four days later..whew..then I divorced early and did a succession of jobs..but wherever I went I gravitated towed the children..finally when my first grandchild was born..I took care of her..then the second and the third...they are the very best part of my life...they are all bright well adjusted children..and I think in part it's because I had an influence on them too.
Oh yeah I wanted to be president...and I know for a fact I would be more suited to it then georgie boy..


Isn't that the sweetest comment? Mauniejames is a great blog too~

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And another new Tuesday's Question commenter Christy Evers from Christy Evers A List Of My Writing Accomplishments.



Christy left a funny comment and has exciting news on her blog at the moment~


Here's her comment:

I wanted to be Indiana Jones when I was a kid. And still kind of want that now.

May 7, 2008 6:45 AM


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Yesterday was a short but great post thanks to three of my most loyal readers answers to the most recent of Tuesday's Question in awhile: What is the worst food You've Ever Tasted In Public?




Plus, I created a Tuesday's Question image link to the comment page if you would like to read any of these bloggers past comments or yourself if you've ever commented to Tuesday's Question.

All you have to do is copy the code and put it in your sidebar and it will link to the comments page, instead of having to search through archives to find the comment page. Also, your readers will be able to read your answers by clicking on the link from your blog.

Yesterday, I believe I may have taken the long way around articulating the reason for the brag badge or Tuesday's Question image, so I saved that post in draft.

I wonder if perhaps it's been too long since I posted Tuesday's Question, especially when there wasn't a response to the brag badge post, but maybe it was just too confusing to explain.

Basically, the badge is for bloggers who will or have posted a comment to one of Tuesday's Questions post in the past to post in their sidebar, or for my readers to click on without having to search through archives.

More importantly, the badge is just for fun and not required of anyone to post- it's only a tribute to the blogs who've been loyal commenter's, or bloggers I thought deserved a brag badge, in addition to a way for readers to find their comments-

Anyway, I apologize for my wordiness in that post yesterday trying to explain the images and I hope you have a better understanding of what I was talking about now.

Anyhow, before I keep rambling on here is a great post, and thanks to all of you for reading and playing along:

Again, the question was What is the worst Food You've Ever Tasted In Public?


Click on "Read more" for everyones comments and links:



My first comment is from Sandee at Comedy Plus, who is one of my most loyal Tuesday's Question commenter's, and she tells great stories.


What a great question Ann. I've had lots of bad food in public, but the absolute worst was escargot. Escargot if not done correctly will be tough as heck. You can chew it and it just gets bigger and bigger in your mouth. Too big to swallow and you just can't get it down.

It was a very nice restaurant and I was on a date with a very nice looking man. I was in my 20s and had eaten escargot before. And it was good escargot that just melted in your mouth. I loved all the garlic and the warm French bread. Something wasn't quit right with this escargot.

I chewed and chewed and that little snail just got bigger and bigger. It didn't taste all that good at that point either. I couldn't just spit it out into my napkin. What to do, what to do... I finally just got up and went to the restroom to get rid of the 10 pound snail I had in my mouth.

The handsome man? Well, he had the same problem, but I was so busy with my own issue that I hadn't noticed he was struggling too. He finally just swallowed his whole to get rid of it. We laughed about it, and left the rest of the escargot untouched. The rest of the meal was delightful as I recall.

My husband and I love escargot and our favorite place to partake of this delicious little delicacy is Hazel's. Now I'm hungry for escargot. Have a great day everyone. :)

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My other wonderful friend and loyal commenter Dawn from Twisted Sister was the next commenter, who will also make you laugh:

LOL @ Sandee!
I think I was 9 or 10 and it was at my sister's wedding. I ate a mouthful of horseradish while my other sister sat there and laughed at me. (apparently she was waiting for me to try it) I ended up spitting it out on my plate and ran to tell my mother :)


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And last, but not least, my favorite cowboy poet,(besides Kris Kristofferson), Robert at From The Roads was the last blogger to leave a comment.

Accordingly to Robert when you're living a life From The Roads the only recipes available to you will make your stomach numb.

I hope you've enjoyed Tuesday's Question and will have a chance to check out the links to these three fantastic blogs. Also, you can click on my new brag badge for these blogs Tuesday's Questions comments they've contributed in the past.

Thanks for reading, and thanks to these bloggers for making Tuesday's Question's return a fun one. Have a great week, and cheers~
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After I wrote this post I had a few more commenter's which I'm thrilled about, I just hope they know I posted their comments.

The first is from A Girl For All Status
Isn't that a great name? Anyway here's her comment:

The worst I've eaten is a beetle. My grandpa's specialty which is deep-fried. It was like chewing something crunchy and then something gooey then crunchy again. It was so gross so I had to spit it out. So does that count as eating?

And to answer your question (because I don't think I did in my comments) Yes, it does count as eating- and it really counts as the worst thing you probably ever tasted. (smile) Thank you so much for a great comment~



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And Monique Blue at Simply Quotes and Aspirations said;

I don't know when the worst was but I think that for me the worst time to have to swallow something unbearable is in front of the preparer be it a loved one or otherwise.

And now that I think about it I think the worst thing that I have ever had to eaten was something that my little sister made for me when she first started to cook. She was trying to learn how to make beans and rice and packed me a lunch to take to work. The beans were hard and the rice was undercooked too.

Fortunately LOL I was at work :D

(Oh, you were lucky you were at work- and thank you for your comment, Monique Blue. If you would like pick up a copy of the I answered Tuesday's Question image code.)

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I also saw that one of my new friends Jennifer Robin from the excellent web site Robin's Woods left a comment.

I never experienced anything worth commenting about until I moved to my current location a few years ago. We have a community center where once or twice a year, they have a potluck, and I've only been to two. The first was because I didn't know better, and the second was to see if the first could have been a fluke. Lets just say that some people with some really strange ideas of potluck fare live out here. Most casseroles I couldn't even identify, and had no desire to take a second bite to even try, but the most memorable was a chicken and quinoa casserole that tasted like stale, almost rancid grease. I since found out that anyone who values their health wouldn't touch the food at one of these affairs with a ten foot pole!



Jennifer, next time they have a potluck dinner, you're going to have to be really busy, doing something extremely important, but I guess you've ready planned that out- (L0L)

Thanks for commenting and I'm glad you lived through it~ What great, but horrific imagery, "rancid grease."

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This Weeks Tuesday's Question was: When is the last time you were in an uncomfortable or potentially embarrassing situation?

And I sited these examples:

Have you ever called someone you know professionally or personally by the wrong name... or waved back at someone from a distance who was waving at someone else?

Or entered the bathroom during a party after the person before you didn't or couldn't flush the toilet...leaving the contents in the bowl for the next person (you) in line?

At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I think we've all been in these situations, although the bathroom experience is the one I have the most trouble understanding-

I mean, why doesn't the person ahead of you ever tell you the toilet is broken? I think when anyone slides out of the bathroom in silence with a flushed (no pun intended) look on their face, it means one of two things A) They couldn't flush the toilet and were embarrassed; or B) they don't want you to think they did it even if they didn't because if they mention the unmentionable you will hold them responsible...therefore it's better to pretend it doesn't exist- someone should bottle denial ...
(Remember what they said about water.)

I say look inside the bathroom before you shut the door, then you can say something, like "Um, do you think our friends have another bathroom?" but do this as soon as you see the something swimming around...

That way the guest behind you doesn't have to deal with the embarrassment and they know you didn't do it, because you just entered the bathroom- it's just common courtesy and sense.

Also, I look in the toilet bowl as soon as I enter the bathroom, because if you linger and primp in the mirror applying your lipstick before you wander over to use the bathroom... then discover the twirling remains...you may have to take ownership...


Bottom line don't stay in the bathroom too long; and be sure to go to parties where there will be two restrooms available...


Now are you ready for some real life experiences, because those were only examples of what I meant by uncomfortable or embarrassing...wait until you read what these bloggers have had to deal with...

And please remember I have a link to each of the blogs who participated, so stop by and visit when you have a chance- you will not be disappointed.

In addition, be sure and have a Happy St Patrick's Day this week-end~

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My first blogger comment is from Flowers on A Friday

Too many to choose from unfortunately! The most recent one took place when my advance level English group wanted to have a lesson in the pub (as is the custom once a semester).

All was going well until one smart arse asked if I could go round the table and name every student (12).

Now at the time Polish names sounded pretty much like all the other Polish words I'd heard and if you'd asked me whether Kasia was a person or a river I couldn't have told you with much certaintly.

Couple that with the fact that the names change alot when cut down. For example, Joanna is Asia (pron. Asha), Małgorzata is Gosia (pron. Gosha), and Aleksandra is Ola. So the names in the register aren't necessarily what they call each other in class.

Anyway, I couldn't name them all. In fact, I couldn't even name half of them so as is always the case in such situations my face went a disturbing red colour and I fumbled around for a way out.

I think I rambled on about the importance of a cohesive group and about how students should aim to motivate each other outside the class....they didn't fall for it but were polite enough not to push it.

This is my second year in Poland. My ability to remember names is 1000% better than before. I hope!

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The list is long, but the first one I thought of was really, really horrible for me.

It was in the 80s and I was working at the Women's Jail. My lieutenant wanted his car picked up at the county garage because all the repairs had been made so he assigned me to go with the transporation officer, wherein she would drop me off at the county garage and go on about her buisness. She drops me off and leaves and the county guy gets the lieutenants car and when I get in the car to leave the entire back of my pants come apart. I mean from the waistband all the way down. Uniform pants did that a lot. I have absolutely nothing to cover myself. Nothing.

I start laughing because what's to worry? I'll drive back to the Women's Jail and then take care of my pants then. Not going to happen that easily.

I drive off and get about a mile away and while stopped at a traffic light the car dies. I can't get it started either. There I am sitting out in traffic, in full dress uniform and I can't get out of the car. I find this very funny. So, I just put the flashers on and wait. This is a time when we didn't have cell phones. The lieutenants car didn't have a police radio either. The only way I can communicate with anyone requires that I get out of the car. I look across the street and there's a pay phone. I have the money, but... I just sit there.

In about five minutes a civil car pulls up behind me and thank God I know both of the deputies. They ask me why I'm so amused and I tell them what happened. I immediately get a jacket from one of them that covers my behind.

Somehow the deputy got the car started and we get back to the Women's Jail. I get a pair of blue jeans from the inmate clothing and give the jacket back to the deputy. An inmate sews my pants and everything is back to normal.

For years everytime I would run into these two deputies we would just smile, and I would relive this entire event over again. It was one of the most helpless feelings I ever had as a deputy sheriff.

March 12, 2008 8:51 AM
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Dawn from Twisted Sister who always has a great answer, but she was having a brain freeze...Although the way she writes about her mind going blank is hilarious...



Ann my mind is gone blank. OMG can you believe it? I mean it's not that it's never happened - I just can't remember anything recent...
I'll be back if anything comes to mind :)


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Robert at From The Roads

I can think of more than one..in fact so many it's embarrassing..:)))...just today I walked into Tim Horton's coffee didn't notice the wet floor slipped slid on my backside and took out the person in front of me in the line up...:))))

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Thank to all of you for participating...I really appreciate your support and hope you had fun answering Tuesday's Question. See ya later, and again Happy St.Patrick's Day!

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As usual, the responses to this past Tuesday's Question were wonderful.

I asked What Smell, Sound, Song, Etc, Reminds You Of A Happy Moment Or Person? And here were your responses- Remember those of you reading Tuesday's Questions comments to be sure and visit these bloggers blogs- they're great- just click on the link name, and thank you all for reading~




My good friend Sandee, from Comedy Plus was the first to comment:


Great question Ann, but there are so many for me to pick from. Let's see...

One of the greatest smells for me is the smell of a freshly cut Christmas tree. It reminds me of my childhood. My parents never had a artificial tree until all of us kids were grown. It was always a freshly cut tree that us kids would pick to celebrate Christmas.

We lived on a farm and there was forest all around. Each year my dad would get the axe and off we'd go to find the tree us kids wanted. They never chose the tree it was always us kids. It made us feel very special to be allowed to make such and important decision. Sometimes we kids felt sorry for a tree that seemed unloved and we would chose that one instead of a beautiful tree. It still smelled wonderful, and we would lovingly decorate it to be as beautiful as possible.

My parents are gone now, but the smell of a fresh cut evergreen always reminds me of them and our Christmastime. It was a magical time of peace, family and the spirit of Christmas.

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And here is mine: I usually do not post my response, however this time I did for my Mom: Pipe tobacco reminds me of my grandfather- the smell of smoke billowed from his mouth and hung in the air- before joining the rest of Fall's bouquet- when the breeze in the air smells as crisp as washed sheets on a clothesline, sending fragrances on the wind, and through the drapes of an open window. These images blend and shout his name-like the seasons, people, and places he loved-- but the smell from his pipe was different- it soothed my soul like a cool drink of water on a hot summer Sunday - I remember locking my dirty knees inside my hands- secure the world was right... as the tobacco in my grandfathers pipe snapped, cracked, and burned inside the bowl. He knew where I was, although his eyes examined the pages of a book, reading the phrases of others from another world, in perhaps another time. I love the smell of pipe smoke.



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Eric from Retarded Sushi

Fresh baked bread. My grandfather used to bake fresh bread and the smell would permeate everywhere. The only thing that came close was the smell of fresh homemade fudge my grandmother made.

March 4, 2008 2:30 PM

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Next is Robert From The Roads I thank you for your comment and I hope I'm not locked out for good.

Funny pipe smoke is one for me as well ..my Dad smoked a pipe..you always knew when he was around from the aroma of the tobbaco he smoked...I walked into a tobacconist store about a year ago and bought some of Dad's mixture just for nostalgia sake..

March 4, 2008 4:14 PM

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Dawn at Twisted Sister whose comment is hilarious wrote:

Remember the song 'Turn Me Loose' by Loverboy? I joined a dart team the year that song was a hit. There were a lot of guys on the team who wanted to help teach me throw darts. They would stand behind me and guide my arm with little tidbits of advice. I never let on that I could play... it was too much fun! I was 18 at the time and every time I hear 'Turn Me Loose'... I am transported back in time :)

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Misty Dawn at Misty's Musings; My Dogs Keep Me Sane

The smell of freshly baked (or baking) cookies. My grandma (who raised me) always had fresh cookies for whomever may happen to stop by.

The smell of Old Spice. It reminds me of climbing up into Grandpa's lap in the evening and snuggling my head on his chest just under his chin. We'd sing silly songs or we'd just talk about anything and everything from what he had done that day to what my dreams were. (I didn't become the first woman president like he thought I would though hehe) And, I was still sitting on his lap when I was in my 20s ;-) Some things are just too special to give up!

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Melissa and Doug from thekidstoystore.com

The smell of vanilla!! I made a lot of cookies with my Grandma, and the smell of vanilla reminds me of making chocolate chip cookies with her.

March 5, 2008 2:21 PM

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Thanks to everyone for being such great sports and participating in Tuesday's Question. And welcome Melissa and Doug from The kids Toy Store.com I hope you enjoyed Tuesday's Question, and that you will all come back next Tuesday- I have a good one!

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I know this frightening image goes against everything A Nice Place In The Sun stands for - what I mean is, this is supposed to be a cheer you up blog. But, I guess you can look at it is way- this will be one of the few times you will see such a ferocious critter on my blog, because I don't do mean. Furthermore, this frightful image does have a purpose, which is to illustrate how scary my visiting bloggers answers were to this weeks Tuesday's Question; Have You Ever Had A Reoccurring Dream?


The question asked Have You Ever Had A Reoccurring Dream?, but most of my readers reoccurring dreams were nightmares, hence, the scary picture. Although to be fair, not all of my readers reoccurring dreams were scary.

For instance, my good friend Sandee pointed out, and you'll notice when you read this post, that Robert at Observations from the back 40, has a nice reoccurring dream.

In addition, I Norris at Lit(erature) On Fire writes a touching story about her best dream, so they are not all terrifying, and the stories get gentler toward the end of the post.



So, with the exception of mine, here are my readers Reoccurring Dreams, or rather their answers to Tuesdays Question:

Have You Ever Had A Reoccurring Dream?


Here is mine:


My heart is pounding as I hold my son on a raft in the deepest part of the ocean at night. We are grateful for the light from the stars, which serve as our only compass in the middle of a vast sea miles from land. They twinkle like diamonds, reminding us we can see, even if we're too afraid to look in any direction. I can hear my son's voice, and the slap of the waves as they splash against the raft while it rocks miles above the the ocean floor.

I'm too scared to suck in enough air to talk to my son, whose face is ashen as he looks at me hoping he will read comfort in my face, so he can tell himself we're just on another boat ride, and we will return home safely. I fear I'm going to die from terror, because there is no land, no boats, no cell phone, nothing but the grace of almighty God to save us, then....

My boy falls off the side of the raft, into the deep water and away from my grasp- I feel frozen as I watch him slip into a sea of darkness leaving nothing behind but silence and the ripple of a small wave.

With one hand on the raft I dive as deep as I can and still hold onto safety, but I can't see him, until I let go of the life boat and dive deeper, praying I have enough air in my lungs to reach him.

The murky water is stinging my eyes, but I keep following him until I grab one foot, a foot that keeps slipping through my hands, but I keep grabbing and pulling until I pull him to the surface.

We're ahead now and burst through the top of the water, gulping air and treading around in circles looking for the life boat. However, when we spot it, the swim to it is another grateful accomplishment, or gift.

Then we rest, holding onto the side of the raft, turning around in circles listening to the water clap against the sides in the darkness, and again look toward the stars for navigation- when my little boy looks at me with water dripping from his eyelashes and says, "Mom, what are we going to do?"

I've had this dream three times, the last of which was about three weeks ago, and my son is now an adult. The first two times he was seven. It just terrifies me every time I dream it and I don't know why.

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Followed by my first comment from Sandee at Comedy Plus who wrote a terrific comment, even if it gave me daymares for a few days.


Sandee From Comedy Plus


Great question Ann. This is a reoccurring nightmare though.

When I was in my later teens I started dreaming about a horrific car accident that I had. I dreamed this same dream for about 3 years and I always woke up in a cold sweat and trying to scream, but nothing came out.

I was riding in a car in the passenger seat and a man was driving. In the back seat was a small boy. Unknown who either of these folks were, as I couldn't really see their faces.

I can see the accident about to happen and everything goes into slow motion. I brace myself for what is bound to happen and the last thing I see is glass exploding and the sound of twisted metal as we collide. The dream was exactly the same each and every time. One day I just didn't have this nightmare anymore.

Years later I had a son and relived the fear of this really playing itself out, but it never did. The nightmare was so vivid and horrific that I often dreaded going to sleep. I am thankful that it was just a nightmare.

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I have one with me and Ann Margaret in a hot tub of which I will keep the details to myself.....:))))


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Another nightmare from my good friend, Misty at My Dogs Keep Me Sane


That is a horrifying nightmare Ann - I'm so sorry you have to deal with that!

When I was young, I used to have a dream that someone would come in the window next to my bed in my bedroom. They would steal me away from my grandparents, and each time the dream would be different after that point, but each time, I was trying to find ways to escape and get back to my grandparents.

A couple of weeks ago, I had that dream again - and now, I'm 32 years old! However, I still woke up shaking and in a cold sweat



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"And the Dreaded house dream" Brrrr...scared me to death...


It's from my good and one of my favorite writers Dawn at Twisted Sister


The dreaded house dream...
I've been having it for years and each time the house is different but the theme is the same...EVIL.
I'm usually just trying to find my way out and there are lots of doors to choose from but evil lurks behind the doors and I am too afraid to open one... In the end I end up waking up in a panic and cold sweat.
And yes Ann, I know I'm nuts :)

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Next, I Norris writes about her best dream, which I found touching and kind. In addition, I would like to welcome her to Tuesday's Question.

I Norris at Lit(erature) On Fire



I know I've had recurring dreams, but I can't remember any of them now.

I did happen to have a really vivid dream lately that I'm going to call my best. In it I could fly. Rather than just seeing the view as if I was flying, I could really feel the wind and motion. I could feel the muscle sensations as my arms were flapping.

I flew to the top of a tree and sat and stared out over the top of a small town, not my own but one much more quaint. I was a teenager in it as was my husband, though we weren't married in the dream. I picked him up and we flew to this mountain on the bank of an island. I wanted to land several times in what I thought were beautiful spots, but each time he would complain.

When I woke up I told him about it and told him he should have been grateful that I was flying him around at all.

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Bluedreamer from Bluedreamers Top Five
(Which is another spooky one)


wow thats a great question i do have reoccurring dreams Ann
and up to know i keep on dreaming of it and i still don't know what my dreams wanted to tell me

everything was dark and quite and i am lying in the ground sleeping then i always heard a voice calling out my name in a soft voice
it was a voice of a kid

i woke up then look around of where the voice came from i run in the darkness with fear but still being curious

then i saw a light...and the kid ..the kid was kinda familiar with me although i cant see his face due to he's looking in the ground and i cant able to recognize it

then the kid suddenly stared at me i was so shocked that the kid was me when i was a child....i don't speak out something and still thinking of how is it happen

the kid wearing what i wear too and he don't stop crying
he walked to me and hug me then suddenly i cried too i don't know the reason but i felt too much sorrow when he hugged me

i really don't know why this dream keep on reoccurring
i consulted a physic about that and read a lot of "dream meanings book" but still i cant find the answer

dream sometimes want to tell us something
dream also warn us of a possible situation that will happen
but never ignore your dreams you must seek for a reason why you dream about it

let me give you a trivia gheeeh this is the first time to tell about this
this dream of mine is the reason why i called my self bluedreamer


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Nice question you got here. Sometimes, I get re-occurring dreams. It is like I thought the dream is familiar but I can't exactly recall when I dreamed it.. then after a couple of days, I just remember that my dream the other day was my dream last week. I don't know why things like that happen.. what do you think?


I didn't get a chance Sassy to answer your question in comments- But I know what you are talking about- it is sort of like a déjà vu feeling. I don't know what the deal is with dreams, except I suspect it is our sub-conscious way of keeping our mind and emotions occupied while we sleep.



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I would also like to welcome Chica to at I'm Just A Blogger Trapped Inside A Blog, to Tuesday's Question.


I've had the same dream my whole life, it varies every time though, but the place and concept of it all is the same. It's really just me being in some house, and whenever i open a door, I'm in another house or place, it's awful weird.

Thanks for visiting my blog, cool post. :)

And thank you Chica for visiting my blog and answering Tuesday's Question



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Well that's it folks, until the next Tuesdays Question. Now, I'm going to end this post with a comment from the same blogger who left the first comment- Sandee at Comedy Plus:



Well Ann, it looks like Robert is the only one with a really good dream. Why are we women having bad dreams? Strange. I don't like yours at all. It's even worse than mine. What a collection of nightmares. I hope you quit having this dream Ann. Okay? :)


If you want to read more from Sandee remember she is at Comedy Plus- she is too funny! Thank you everybody!

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My Readers gave sensational answers to Tuesday's Question this week! The answers are so good I'm not going to write much of an introduction except to express my heartfelt thanks to all who participated- all of you did a great job~


The first comment is from Sandee at Comedy Plus who (as most of us know) never plays by the rules and I'm glad, because this week, she treated us to not one, but two, of her favorite birthdays.





From Sandee at Comedy Plus

First, I'm sorry about Marie. Big hug.

What a great question Ann. I'm going to talk about two of my favortie birthdays. You know I never follow the rules Ann.

My first favorite birthday was my 30th birthday. I thought turning 30 was going to be tough and I guess because of that my significant other decided to do something very special. We went to San Francisco and got a room on the beach. I was told to dress very nicely because we were going someplace very special for dinner.

We headed toward the financial district and I was surprised that we ended up parking in the Bank of America building. We get on an elevator that went so fast that I thought I was going to throw up. Up to the 52nd floor to a place called the Carnelian Room. This is a five-star restaurant with views to die for. You even had to have a reservation for the bar. It was a magical evening with fine wines and heavenly food. Every need was attended to, and the views... There was even an attendant in the rest room who had the water warm for me to wash my hands and she handed me a real towel to dry with. Of course I tipped her. When we were leaving the maitre d' handed me a beautiful long stemmed red rose. All the ladies get one of these. It was a dreamy night out.

My second favorite birthday was my 40th. I was working at the Men's Jail and my lieutenant thought it would be funny to have my office painted black so he had my deputy come in and paint it at night for my arrival the next morning.

There was a black birthday cake, a shawl, cane, and a ton of other stuff that old people use. The entire squad room was full of people just waiting for me to open my office door.

Everyone sang happy birthday as I stood there in full dress uniform red as a beet. My lieutenant? I ended up marrying him 10 years later. Yes, my wonderful husband. I think I kind of loved him back then too. :)

February 12, 2008 6:12 PM
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Then Robert from Observations From The Back 40

The last one and the next one.. at my age everyone is a bonus...:))))))

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Age 11. The one and only real birthday party I ever had... even if I did have to share it with my sister cause our birthdays were 10 days apart!


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The next comment really touched me, then I couldn't find the link to the blog.

Jacksonville Stained Glass, I'm so sorry you haven't been celebrating your birthday unless of course it's by choice. However, I also regret that I can't find a link to your blog. Tuesday's Question is a bloggers post, meaning I link back to the bloggers who participated when I post their comments or answers. So if you read this post, please let me know your url because I would love to add to this post. And thank you for participating~

Jacksonville Stained Glass wrote;

hmmm... Age 4. That was the only Birthday that I celebrated & invited some friends. And that was the last time we celebrated my birthday.

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My next participate is the writer of one of my favorite new blogs. If you haven't read Retarded Sushi yet, go and read it right after this post, it's great. (that is if you have time, I don't want to be bossy or anything)


Here is Pilotg2 from Retarded Sushi answer



My 27th birthday. Not just because it is the most recent, but my wife always tries to make it an exceptional birthday for me. I am one of those December babies and hate having a birthday arround christmas, but at least it is a week before as opposed to on the eve or the day of. But my biggest complaint is always not having my name on the cake, but this year she made absolutely certain that my name was on the cake. And we managed to stretch the celebration out over a week.

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O.K. That's all folks! And I hope everyone comes back next Tuesday (and bless all of you who always do, you know who you are) for another Tuesday's Question!

Have fun!

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I thought this was the perfect image to use for how one feels on the worst job of their life- the calf representing the boss of course, with his wicked little controlling grin on his face.

There is nothing worse than an awful job, in fact a terrible job can make such a strong impression on you that you remember the "feelings" associated with the it more than the details of your job description.

And oh, what a powerful feeling it is, for instance this Tuesday's Question was a choice between two questions to answer, What Is The Worst Or First Job Your Ever Had? And although there were a lot of first job answers, the worst job comments were packed with the details on how the jobs made them feel...

Which proves the best advice my grandfather ever gave me and told me to never forget, and I'm sure you've probably heard before... I don't know the exact quote so I won't put it in quotations (I just wanted it to be clear that it is not an original thought, as if)

Anyway, what my granddad said was that people will forget many things about you, but they never forget how you make them feel. Therefore, it seems it's also true about events or experiences, which is odd because people also run from pain and toward pleasure, but we recall the pain in so much more detail. Anyway my intention on A Nice Place In The Sun is for people to leave the blog with a good feeling- you know how some movies or songs, blogs etc.. leave you with a good feeling? So my apologies if I stirred up yucky stuff memories, however, I can't promise I'll always think of happy questions... because I'm afraid my blog would become too sentimental, gushy and unreal. In addition, I 've learned so much about all of you by asking questions about life, especially the bloggers who regularly answer Tuesday's Question- who by the way are just amazing...

I think this weekly feature has been really exciting and I cannot believe how long it has been going on...Next time you have a chance (I'm working on a making it easier) glance through my labels and click on Tuesdays Question and Readers Comments. The responses are remarkable and if you read through them all you will learn so much about your fellow bloggers. I'm trying to think of ways I can shine more light on your past comments. I think I'm going to make a Tuesday's Question page when I can figure out how, but something, because again, you are very special and your comments full of everything that makes us human: laughter, fear, memories, crazy experiences, etc... I'm in awe of ya and will throw my hat in the air for you soon!

Now, it's time to get on with these great comments, right? Just click read more and remember each bloggers link to their blog is next to their comment:



The first comment is from a wonderful writer Jackie at The Painted Veil



Hi Ann,
Wow I didn't think I would make it in today.

We had some really bad stoprms move through and I had to shut down.

Well I have certainly had some doozies in job force that's for sure.

But, my very worst by far was when we first arrived in Maine.

I went to work for a very brief time as a telemarketer. And the sub-contractor I worked for had no ethics whatsoever.

All was fine the first thirty days while training at minimum wage.

But, then they transferred me over to pay based on the number of people I could talk into signing up for something that in the long run would only add to their phone bill and not save money.

The very first day I was transferred was the day I quit. The owner of this company had tons of people's personal information. This information was supplied to them by one of the world's largest telephone companies.

And, she would take this information and call into the phone company pretending to be the actual person so she could get their latest account information.

By having the person's latest account info. was most definitely a plus if you were going to sale them this plan.

Well, I absolutely refused to do this. Not only was it unethical, but, it is also a federal offense.

I may be blond, and a little numb sometimes but even I know that you don't mess around with the FCC.

So I simply got up and walked out.

The whole experience truly was a nightmare from the start. Telemarketing is a nightmare job and I simply am not tough skinned enough, or, unethical enough to ever have been successful.

That's it...not very funny I'm afraid. But, it is very true.
Hugs,
Jackie:)

February 5, 2008 2:32 PM

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And another wordsmith Robert at Observations From The Back 40

We truck drivers have a hard row to hoe...:)))..mine was a bricklayers helper..I carried bricks up that ladder so many times I was pooped by lunch..not one brick at a time either slats of them 12 to a slat..
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Next, is a newcomer to Tuesday's Question! Welcome

Retarded Sushi

First real job with a paycheck and w2's...the Boy Scout shop. My first and only experience in retail. At least the store was usually very empty leaving plenty of time to play hide the shirt clip thingies. And by shirt clip thingies those little plastic clips that were on the folded shirts. They had to be removed before hanging the shirts. I had a collection of arround 5 lbs of the little buggers and decided to start hiding them through out the store. I heard a few years after I left that they were still finding them.
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Next, the hilarious Paula From Six For Paula

Great question Ann. I love your stories. You and I seem to have led really interesting lives. :-)

The worst job I ever had was a temporary position as a giant Twinkie. I had to wear the Twinkie the Kid costume (complete with cowboy hat that seemed to be about ten feet high) and do promotional stuff at grocery stores. Kids punched me, Japanese tourists wanted their picture taken with me, and it was hot and stuffy.

Once, I ran into my best friends dad while wearing the big suit. The "mouth" portion of the costume was somewhere around my neck/chest area so I couldn't talk. I saw my friends Dad and started to move towards him waving my arms and shouting "Hey Mike!" He was horrified and ran ff. Later when he found out it had been me, he said he heard muffled scary sounds coming out of this giant Twinkie "guy" w who was moving erratically towards him. Needless to say, we had a big laugh.

-And hilarious post Paula!-
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Karen at I'm Just A Little Fish In A Big Pond misunderstood Tuesday's Question and wrote a post with her answer. (LOL) Which is a great post by the way about her first job, and here is the link:

My First Job

Thank you Karen~
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Next up, one of the Queens of Tuesday's Question, and my pal Sandee from Comedy Plus who writes the best comments and most hilarious posts on her own blog, Comedy Plus:


You and I had like jobs. I too was a waitress, bartender and deputy. I also raised my son for the most part alone. I'm proud of it too. Worst job. I really didn't have a worst job. I truly can say that I didn't hate one job that I have had. So, I'll narrow it down to not my favorite.

Working graveyard (11P - 7A) anywhere is not great fun. I've worked graves as a waitress and as a deputy/sergeant.

As a waitress you always got to deal with the drunks at two the in the morning. Of course I was sober and it really gave you a good look at how stupid and rude people could be. I didn't care for that much. Then an hour or two before your shift would end, all the morning people show up all wide awake and ready for their day. That really made me tired.

When you work in jails all the inmates are sleeping and it's tough to stay awake. There are also less staff during this shift which even makes it worse. Our bodies really don't like to be awake at night. Well, mine never did.

The toughest time about working graves is about four in the morning on. The sun is going to come up and you are even going to feel more tired. The winters were the worst. You went to work in the dark and came home in the dark. There just wasn't any day at all.

My son is now 37 years old and I'm retired with a very nice retirement. I wouldn't change a thing even if I could. Whatever I did kept a roof over our heads and food on the table. I'm very proud of that. :)

February 5, 2008 6:38 PM

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Jackie from The Painted Veil stopped back by and tagged me with the Smiling Through The Tough Times Meme Thank you Jackie and I think it's a great idea for a meme and you're right you will get to know the bloggers you tag better! LOL

Hello again Ann,
May I introduce you to a new game?

It's called tag and run for the hills:):):)LOL!!! I'm running now!!!

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The next comment came from Arti, and I'm sad because I cannot find the link to his blog. At first I didn't know what to think, but his blog is from blogger- it's just a private profile. Anyhow, thank you for your comment Arti and I'm sorry I couldn't give you a link back. If you leave me a message in comments however I will be glad to link back to your blog~



hi Ann
the first job of mine was worstest experience coz i didnt know any thing about the concept of the job. i join as a telecaller in a logistic compay(freight forwarding and custom clearences) where i called the exporter and importer of the city n ask him , Do they intrested in our servicees. but when they ask me about the rate ,flight ,or collect or paid shipment criteria i m unable to tell them coz i m new n short of knowledge. the thing i feel embraced when i called a importer n said "do u intrested in our services" and he replied , "mam first tell me who r u, ur company name n detail about ur company profile after that i sould tell u, oh!that moment..........

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Next is Jackie from The Painted Veil coming back to make a comment to Sandee, (LOL) which I love because that is exactly the way I've always envisioned Tuesday's Question to work- sort of like a weekly forum or party with blogging buddies around a question each week, so thank you Jackie for keeping this party going...(smile and hug)


Oh Sandee,
I have to agree with you about working the graveyard shift.

I too did that as a waitress and the drunks were always such a drag!!

I can't even begin to imagine working as a deputy and dealing with them!!



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And last, but most certainly not the least, another Queen of Tuesday's Question, great pal, and a blogger who can certainly turn a phrase, Dawn from Twisted Sister:


Ann... my worst job is the one I'd like to forget! I try not to think about it. My sister Ann and I had just moved and we needed jobs desperately and took the first available positions we could find... at a dry cleaners. Ann was told she would be working at the front counter and I was brought to the back of the building. It was like a sweat shop and I was given the job of washing the greasy coveralls belonging to the local garages. I couldn't believe it but decided to stick it out until I could find something better. The heat was unbearable and I worked alone with no one to talk to. After about a week I put in my notice and the owner wanted to know why I was quitting.. so I told him if I could work on the front counter in the AIR CONDITIONING I might stay.... HIS REPLY.... No your sister is PRETTIER THAN YOU!

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From Me~
I'm sorry but I have to say I can't believe what your boss said Dawn! That's horrible, and I can't even see how it could possibly even be true. I think it knew he was wrong to put someone to work under those kind of working conditions. Isn't the clinical term for that called transference or projection (From my pop psychology magazine reading) you know when someone transfers something onto you that really they feel about themselves? I'm sorry to go on like that it's just that his comment made me mad- mean people stink---!

From me again: Thanks for contributing to Tuesday's Question and have a super, fantastic, and every other adjective in the world week!

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The best and bravest bloggers answered yesterday's Tuesday's Question What Was The Biggest Lie You Told In Childhood? with an open heart and impressive honestly. The brief and magical moments we spend in childhood pass so quickly, yet we learn so much about the world and ourselves in that short period of time.

Those tender years teach us many of life's most valuable lessons, than we learn at any other period in our lives and we remember them differently than whatever we learn later in life.


I noticed from reading the following comments how much of an impact childhood experiences have on our lives...

For example, I read the following type of sentences, "I'll never forget that one" "this is the one I'll tell you" or "I've never told anyone this, because the world is large when we are children and every lesson learned is a lesson we will not soon forget- through the trial and error of becoming a grown-up. (No doubt still a monumental task for me by any stretch of the imagination)

Some of the comments refer to life as a teenager, that other short decade, that's even harder to endure, because you're close to becoming an adult but still considered a child.

Thank you for sharing a piece of yourselves with the rest of us... And I think all of you turned into fantastic grown-up people-

Alright, I'll stop with all the mushy gobble de goop and let you read these great bloggers comments for yourselves. I have included a link to their blogs, so treat yourself to a visit after reading their comments and you will have a great time reading their blogs ... I promise...



The first comment is from who I consider the Queen of Tuesday's Question
and a dear friend (and genius webmaster) Sandee from Comedy Plus~


Well, when I was little I can't think of any lies. The lies came when I was a teenager. They came in the form of sneaking out of the house to go hang out at the beach and dance. I wasn't allowed to dance (very religious parents), but that didn't stop me from dancing.

I lost count of how many times I'd snuck out to go on a date, hang out with my friends, or just to dance the night away.
Well, all thing must come to an end and I got caught. I was 16 at the time and it wasn't very much longer before I ran away from home. That's another story all together.


The next comment is from the coolest cat on the web,(and the king of all poultry) another good buddy Speedy at Speedcat Hollydale Page

Ann, you have me here ... oh ohhh

Not many people have ever heard this, and now I will release this story to everyone.
I was in a christian group called the "Boy's Brigade". I was about 8 years old, and decided that I just didn't want to go anymore. I made up a lie, and told my father that one of the older boys hit me in the parking lot. At 8, this seemed to be a quick and easy plan .... of course it was not!

An investigation ensued, and pressure was put one the rest of the guys to admit who had done this (I claimed it was dark and could not recognize the individual).
This little incident bothers me to this day, and I really think it had a huge impact on decision making later in life.
You can fool a lot of people, but your own heart and the good Lord see everything.

Speedy added another comment that I want to post, plus I want to leave a link to his wonderful
Tuesday's Wordless Chicken post. It is hilarious and so much fun... so stop and check out the chicken links on Speedy's post- it is a hysterical blast! Also check out Wordless Chicken Tuesday with TUTU highlights.

Here's his additional comment, which is so characteristically kind :

ps... this was a really great question - I'm still thinking about it!!!!!!!

Next up, the wonderful and hilarious comment by Jeni at Down River Drivel

Childhood lies, huh? Boy, I must have been really honest because I can only remember one lie I told probably the summer before I started first grade. It definitely is one that some of my friends remember -probably better than I do.

There were at that time, two other girls who lived close to me and we were all the same age. Sometime that summer -don't remember what month it was though -I told these two girls I was having a birthday party at my house on such and such a day and they were invited. (My birthday is in October -not quite a summer month ya know.) Imagine my Mom's surprise when the one little girl showed up at our house on the day I had designated, all ready for my birthday party, complete with a gift too that her Mom had selected and wrapped, just for sweet little old me! My Mom pretty much took it in stride though and set up my little table and chairs out in the backyard, mixed up a pitcher of lemonade and some cookies and we had a "birthday" party or actually a "non-birthday party" I suppose would be more accurate. And she sent the little girl who had brought the gift back home, with the gift too. That girl - and her mother -never EVER let me forget that deal! Her Mom just passed away a year ago this winter and when I went to the viewing, my old friend reminded me about that episode in my life and told me -again, for the umpteenth time -how many times her Mom would talk about the time I invited her daughter to a party for my birthday a few months prior to my actual birthday. Yadda yadda! I have no clue as to whatever possessed me to do that. I seem to recall after the "party" was over that was what my Mom asked me too -"What on earth ever possessed you to do something like this?"
Kids!

Another great blogger and new friend Robert from Observations From The Back 40

Mine was more of a denial..I tried driving Dad's car at 11 and went through the back of the garage part way anyway..I managed to back it into place but I think the gaping hole in the wall gave me away:)))..I completely denied any knowledge of what happened..I later recanted and got grounded for a month...:))))


The hysterical Bud at WTIT Tape Radio- The Blog


Hi Ann-

I was trying to capture what I wanted to say, finally I got it, and then I read Sandee saying about the same thing. But as I type this I do remember my first big lie to my irish catholic mom. I was 14 and had no use for church. Two guys I knew sold newspaers outside the church. I wanted to be their friend. So I joined them but did not ask for money. That's when I stopped going to mass. My mom assumed I went since I was there, and if she asked "which mass?" I always said the first one. My mom only made the 11:30 mass. To this day (at 84) she still awakes around 10:30. And you can't talk to her till noon. She's in need of that caffein. So, my first big lie was I stopped being a Catholic. I never regretted it, and now we laugh about it. My mom stopped church after her divorce with my dad. She was about my age now. I like this featurre. It stirs up thought...


Another queen of Tuesday's Question, and dear friend,

Dawn from Twisted Sister

Ann I don't remember any lies from childhood.. early teens bring back a few :)
Throwing up after smoking a pack of cigarettes with my friend.. caused my mother to ask what I had been eating... the first thing that came to my head was "an apple", to which she replied.. "it must have been a bad apple"!

And Sharon from A Bookworms Journey who has some great book challenges on her blog said;

"My biggest lie as a child? Let's see. This is the one I'll tell. My dad didn't want a cat. I got a kitten from a friend and put it on the porch and pretended that I didn't know anything about it. I got to keep it! One of my favorite lies was "I didn't do it."


And last however certainly not the least, another blogging buddy,
my friend Jackie from The Painted Veil

Hi Ann,
Like Sandee most of my lies revolved around sneaking out of the house. And, also having friends over when my mother was work.

But, the thing that bothers me the most is what I did when I was just shy of 4.

My Mom was in the hospital and my Aunt was watching over me for the week.

I had just gotten a brand new swing set and I loved it so. And, my mother always let me play on it. But, my aunt kept saying no as she was afraid that I might get hurt while she was taking care of me.

So I told her okay with sly smile. All the while thinking I am smarter than you think. I know how to get that screen door unlatched.

And the first chance i got I went and got a chair from kitchen table, climbed up, unlatched the screen door, and proceeded to go hide in the back seat of the car.

I wanted to get back at her. I stayed there for hours and everyone was ina panic thinking I had been kidnapped or had wandered off.

So I think that sort of counts as a lie. Anyway I got into a lot of trouble.


Astrogalaxy



I can't recall what is the biggest lie I've told in childhood but I do know I always lie about not eating any Junk foods.

Johnny from Past Expiry Cartoon Blog
A great cartoon blog that I just discovered stopped by to thank me for a comment I left on his fantastic blog, you really ought to check it out if you haven't read it before or I suppose even if you have~ Here's Johnny's comment~

Thanks for visiting my cartoon blog! Comments keep me going.


Well...that's all folks, and if you enjoyed these comments, don't forget to visit these wonderful blogs... See you next Tuesday, or hopefully maybe before then? :))

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