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Hello, welcome to Tuesday's Question. I've been searching for a question all day that I haven't already asked since I began posting Tuesday's Question in 2007.
Over the years, and stretches between posts, I've tried to ask original questions, (If there is such a thing.) in an effort keep the questions fresh, as well as authentic.
Hence today, in keeping with that tradition, instead of answering my own question, I'm going to answer your questions and vice-versa. Make sense?
I hope so...'cause here goes...
Alright, let's see how well I do at clarifying this...here's the first question: "What Would You Like MeTo Know AboutYou,?"and, "What Would You Like To Know About Me?"
These questions were hard to phrase, for one thing they include personal pronouns which are tricky and hard to clarify, especially, when there are two questions for each of "us" to ask one another.
Basically, all of us can ask whatever question we wish, of course that's not to assume that your inquiry will be answered, but I will certainly give you my best answer.
And now, when I think about it, I suppose I should answer the first question:
"What Would You Like Me To Know About You?" I would like you to know that I love people, to write, and to laugh, but many of you already know this about me. I'm sure you may have more questions, because whereas I'm open, I'm also intensely private. But, do not let this detour you; ask away, o.k.?
I hope these questions will be fun to answer and will help create and enrich friendship. 'Cause, what would we do without friendship, and if it isn't fun, why do it?
Thanks for visiting, and I hope you will return often. :))))
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Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. Today's question is, well, I know you read the title, but I'll ask it again, and answer it: What's In Your Purse, Wallet, Handbag, Computer Bag, Etc, Today?
I carry a purse and sometimes a book bag, but I'm just going to list what's in my purse. So, pardon me while I crawl into my bottomless bag let's see, The first thing I see is a small bag of scramble rubbish, mainly make-up, (Most of which I do not use.) mixed with pens, a little notebook which I bought to write down idea's and notes, receipts, a little purple rock to remind me to be grateful, band-aids, my wallet, a hair brush, three pairs of sunglasses, two pairs of reading glasses, perfume, small coins with a drawing of President Lincoln on them, a variety of mints, Stephen King's new book about time travel, entitled, 11/22/63, and I could go on...it's ridiculous. I clean my purse out at least once a week, but it's an endless chore. Alright, now it's your turn. I will reply to each comment, and remember to answer carefully because sometime in the near future I'm going to post my readers comments to Tuesday's Questions. Because I've read some of the comments in the past that are hilarious, touching, kind, and well just plain good. If you are a blogger, I will link your comments back to your blog, but if you do not have a blog you will still remain a part of Tuesday's Questions. Which reminds me, I've received a few e-mails from readers who aren't sure how to leave a comment. If you do not own a blog and aren't sure how to leave a comment, just hit the comment button at the bottom of the post, and a box will pop up, then just follow the directions. It's easy and fun.
I hope Tuesday's Question's, and this question will encourage everyone to begin conversations by responding to each others comments. Plus, it's a way for all of us to have fun. But, if you are more comfortable just reading comments that's fine too.
Hello! Welcome to Tuesday's Question. We have two questions for you today. The first one is...
What was your worst fashion disaster? Ex: Once I went to work with two different types of earrings on, and yesterday while I was grocery shopping, I heard a lady laughing, and when I asked her why she was laughing, she said; "Because when I left home, I didn't realize I was wearing house slippers!" And...
Who Was Your Worst Boss? ...
The reason I decided to post two questions today is because I've been offline for awhile, so yesterday I was reading old buddies blogs, when I came upon an hilarious post from my friend Sandee, the owner and administrator of http://comedyplus.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-and-tell-annie-style.htm, and the post I read I read was in response to a question similar to this one, hence, I wanted to share the link with all of you, as well as Sandee. So, click on the link to Comedy Plus, and read it, it's funny.
Now, as far as an example of your worst boss, I didn't think you needed one, but if you do so happen to need some help, just click on the link to my post
You can answer one or both questions, whichever suits your fancy.
Let me say a few more things, just in case you're not familiar with Tuesday's Question, or you haven't participated, although I know it's pretty self-explanatory, there's one thing, well a few, you should know. I copy your answer, and paste it within the post, then link the post back to your blog. Therefore, by the end of the day, you can read your answers in the post, have a link to your blog, and enjoy the answers of other bloggers.
However, it's my intention for you to laugh and have a great time. Thanks for commenting, and have a fabulous day! Plus, come back next week for another Tuesday's Question. Feel free to place it on your blog or address book, refrigerator, anywhere....I'm looking forward to your answers~
Can't say as I've had any fashion disasters - perhaps clothes that didn't fit me as well as they should (too big) but not enough so anyone noticed.
Horrible bosses? Whoa, a few of those. the guy who barely spoke English and seemed rather pleased that he was a totally disorganized slob. I do mean slob. He would sit at his desk and eat fruit all day and throw the detritus on the floor - like inches away from the waste basket. Ewww!
Or the woman who was an "outer directed" person - meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved. Like the time she pulled her car into the company parking lot, got out without turning the car off or setting the emergency break - it wasn't her fault when it rolled backwards and smashed into another car. Now take THAT attitude and apply it to running a business.
I've got a few more but so you really want to know?
I can't think of any fashion disasters unless you want to talk about the clothing of the 80s and I don't, so I'll answer the last question since the list is pretty long.
I had a lieutenant once that would do my job for me. I would plan out the day and assigns deputies to certain details and if they didn't want to do that detail they would go to the lieutenant and he would change everything around to make all the deputies happy. It wasn't making me too happy though. I asked him not to do that but he just kept right on changing things. So, I took of my sergeants strips and gave them to him as it seems unfair for me to get paid as a sergeant when he was doing all the work. That fixed the problem once and for all. He just was a miserable lieutenant and I was so glad when he finally got transferred.
Have a terrific day and thanks for the shout-out. Hugs. :)
Grace, laughing, and I mean I'm cracking up...I love this..."an outer directed" person-meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved."
She sounds like my mother...
How do people live like that?
Excellent answer!
And thanks for waiting most of the day for a response, and for being such a loyal friend.
I was lost today, absolutely lost, and it surprised me. And of course my computer wasn't any help...it reminds me of my cat Simon.
Oh, your boss makes me mad...it sounds to me like he was on a power trip, and obviously not smart enough to deal with you. (Smile) That was a great comeback...
By the way, I tried to give you a shout out, but when I tried to link to your post it didn't work. It was weird Sandee, it's like I forgot how to do a permalink, and by the time I figured it out, (except I cannot get the link to highlight) I went back to find your post and I couldn't find it.
I was so upset because your post is so funny, plus, in addition to trying to give you a shout out, I truly wanted others to read the post.
Anyway, let's see if I can make a long story short. While looking for your post I found the post of mine you mentioned in your post, (Do you know I didn't even remember it?) and I finally found yours.
I wrote a small comical post after this one with the correct link to your post. I hope people get it.
In any event, like I told Grace, I appreciate your loyalty and friendship. I know some people might believe I'll never have a book out because the publishing process takes so long. However, I do have a few that will be on the shelf in a few years, maybe less, but whenever they are, and before I finish the rewrites, I will remember to include you in my acknowledgments.
Because there are many things that hardship will teach you, but one of the most important is who your friends are. Thanks for your patience and continued support.
Annie, it is great to see a post from you. I know what you mean about having to learn your computer all over again.
My worst boss ever was a crazy red headed lady that owned a flower shop. It was my first time to work in flowers in a professional way. I was hired to deliver flowers.
This boss had some real mental problems. She loved to go to the grocery store in her big hairy bear claw slippers with her fur coat. She wore little or next to nothing underneath. She could smooze with the rich folks and cuss like a sailor at the same time. Very to the point and not discreet, if you know what I mean.
She was a total wack job. One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy. She and her hubs fought all the time. Once she left with her bear claw slippers and fur coat and headed North. It was a year before we ever saw her again. She pretended that she did all the designs to her customers. I guess her employees were her wait staff. LOL!
Take care and I look forward to reading more post.
Hey Pam! I love this: "One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy." That is great...I know a few people like that; and I can only imagine what a horror it would be to work for one of them.
Thank you for relating to me about the computer. I was beginning to get a little worried about early senility. I still haven't figured out how to highlight a permalink.
Can you believe that? And then everything has changed so much in a relatively short amount of time.
Also, thanks for such a warm welcome. I cannot wait to start reading your blog again either.
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday’s Question. I’m apologize for the delay, however, I haven’t finished copying my files on my jump drive, so my computer is running as slow as Mr. Turtle, (my writing assistant,) jogs at full speed- he never gets in a hurry-.
But, there's something to be said for not getting into a hurry;…meaning, I hope I didn’t jump into trying to post a Tuesday’s Question too soon.
I just couldn’t wait, and I did hope I would have my computer fixed by now. For one thing, I’ve written so many Tuesday’s Questions that it took me most of the night to come up with a question I hadn’t posted before- So, between my slow brain and slow computer, well...I hope you will forgive me. Because, I promise I will persevere until things are normal again.
Now, finally, let me tell those of you about Tuesday’s Question, in case you haven't participated before- First, it’s easy, fun, and a great way to meet other blogger's.
All you have to do is answer Tuesday's Question in comments, and I will copy your answer along with a link to your blog/site in this post.
That way, we all become a part of the post together, and other readers can read your answers without having to click on the comments, and if they like your answers, which I’m sure they will, they can copy your link and visit your blog-
Do you remember Neil Young's song, (I think it was Neil Young) 'Looking for a heart of Gold?' Well, I don't know why, but this question makes me think of that song.
O.K. finally, here's Tuesday’s Question:.
Name five qualities, characteristics, or traits that you admire in others, your partners, parents, etc...or people in general. You know, the Silver and Gold of the earth...
Now, name five qualities, characteristics, or traits you admire or see in yourself, come on, you can do it. How will we know if you don't?
And remember, to have fun!
6 Comments on Name Five Of Your Loved Ones Silver And Gold Qualities (Tuesday's Question), last added: 9/15/2010
Hello everybody, As ya'll have probably noticed I'm having a war with my computer, but I'm wining.
Thank you all for your fabulous answers! I was so moved by all of you, and I'm happy to know that I'm a pretty good judge of character, because all are everything I thought you were.
And I'm soo proud of the fact that you responded to the part of the question about yourselves.
I'm going to do something different with your answers this time, and if it works better, I might keep doing it.
I'm going to post a small post about this post, and open the post (without all my gabbing or what I could take out, anyway) to your answers with a link.
I think more people will notice your answers that way.
I wish I could take credit for this idea, but it was my assistant, Mr. Turtle's suggestion.
I hope ya''ll know Mr. Turtle is a metaphor for my computer. In other words, I couldn't post them yesterday due to how slow it was working- However, I think something may be going on with Blogger-
Anyway, I'm writing the small post and linking your blogs right now. :)
Thanks, for about the hundredth time for your patience.
Let me know if you like posting the answers this way, if you don't it won't hurt my feelings, we'll just go back to the other way.
(I'm used to constructive criticism.)
And please remember that all of you are my silver and Gold~
(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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17 Comments on Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place? (Tuesday's Question), last added: 8/20/2009
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.
When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. If this is your first visit, welcome. I have posted a note with more information on Tuesday's Question for all newcomers, after the introduction paragraph. It's fun, so read on...
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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Click on Read more for more information on Tuesday's Question, and to read the answers from a talented group of bloggers...
All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish your comment along with your name. Just leave everything to me~ :0 Everyone's answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs, therefore, don't forget to stop by and visit the blogger's who commented.
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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)
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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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. ;)))
What impossible daydreams, thoughts, or ideas did you have when you were a child? I mean ideas that you actually believed could come true or were true. For example, since I grew up in the sixties, I had many friends who believed aliens would kidnap them, and I believed something similar, but my beliefs were more of a personal nature.
My father was a police officer who was often late coming home at night, so if I was still awake, I would listen to him open the refrigerator and fumble around for something to eat, as I sat on my bed prepared for whatever the intruder dressed as my Dad may have planned for our family.
As a result, I was often asked to leave the breakfast table the following morning for glaring at him with suspicious looks.
Now, I 'm left to imagine what my poor father thought about the sudden change in my disposition on the mornings after his shift at work.
Since my father wasn’t home much he was a mystery to me, therefore, I envisioned him a fraud, or some sort of impostor, an explanation that suits me today, although, when I was a child, I thought, “What is wrong with me?”
What I didn’t know then, is that children have a hard time articulating their emotions; thus, they invent other ways of facing their demons. That’s why I thought this may be a good question, considering all of us were once children, and at one time believed the unbelievable and imagined the inconceivable; a gift not lost to many of us adults, but that’s another post.
Nevertheless, this Tuesday’s Question asks about the impossible daydreams, ideas, and beliefs you experienced when you were a child. I bet this question will be funny, as well as wipe the dust from windows that have been closed for a long time.
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I was always much closer to my father then my mother...they seperated for a time while my father built a new house for all of us. My Dad and I lived with his younger sister, and my Mom and sister lived with one of her sisters.
I loved that time and would pretend that I could stay with my aunts and my grandparents who lived very close...it was wonderful. Every Sunday my Dad and I would go to the new house and I would sweep up the sawdust(helping to build the house) and then we would go for ice cream before we went home.
I really didn't see much of my mother or sister at that time but that didn't bother me. I was surrounded by cousins and family that loved me.
When we were moving into the new house I begged to stay with my aunt thinking my father would follow me back.
Anyway that was my wish...oh yeah...also I wished that I could live upside down on the ceiling..so white and much cleaner then my room.
I suppose I was lucky because when I was a child I wanted to teach. Circumstances meant that I didn't have the opportunity to do so, but at the age of 50 I qualified as a TEFL teacher. I also wanted to write a book and I could see the title 'Peter And The Black Dog' on the front of a book and I achieved that in later life too. So, the dreams I had as a child came true, eventually.
So, whatever your dreams are, don't let go, keep pushing. I didn't think mine would come true, but they did!
You did say impossible and believe me it was impossible... but I thought there were real people inside my radio. I imagined a miniature stage and that the bands took turns singing. Not the brightest kid on the block!
I believe that anyone can become or achieve anything, and still do. What I saw and felt as a youth was that this process was easy though! Seems we all had aspirations to be firemen, doctors, scientists, etc etc ... but parents and elders never really defined the lengths and dedication needed to achieve. Work hard and you shall succeed? I think it takes more than that. It takes devotion and unwaivering goal oriented thoughts.
Anyone that knows me very well knows of my love for golf. It was my own goal, and dream growing up. As I entered my 20's - my life took a turn though. My intent seemed to focus on the here and now while avoiding future agendas. My alcohol use did not help, and was nearly the destruction of my life. I quit cold turkey in my thirties with the help of the good Lord, and as small as this seems, it was indeed one of my greatest achievements. After I closed the door on that chapter of my life I never ever looked back.
Where I am today is not at all how I pictured it from childhood. I often wonder what a looking glass into the future may have done to effect my early decicion making. Of course, that is not how life works! I have learned over time that while personal success is important, it is just a baseline for life. The truly important things you can accomplish are not monetary, they are in spirit and personal self love. When you can look in the mirror and be proud of yourself as well as others, you have ultimately conquered what many do not.
In summary, the dreams and thoughts of a child are sometimes not only impossible, they are mis-guided. I think of life as more of an evolution than a start and a finish. It is never to late to make change, to learn, and to bend the rules of what is a dream and what can become reality. By far the most important aspect of one's self resides in the heart, and not what is on a name tag.
I don't know about impossible dreams - I never aspired to all that much. I wanted to be a teacher but circumstances were such that while I eventually got a college degree at the age of 35, I was established in a business career and doing student teaching would have been rather difficult - I worked days to pay the bills (actually for a time I worked days and nights to pay the bills).
I dreamed of being a dancer, an actor, a writer - as an adult I took classes in all these areas, small talent, too late for a professional life but I enjoyed the heck out of the classes.
Impossible thoughts? After seeing the movie 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, I was afraid that a giant squid was going to come up out of the shower drain - I would take my showers practically glued to the wall to avoid the drain LOL I also checked the closets and under the bed for vampires and started wearing a cross after seeing a Dracula movie in full color and I wasn't all that young when I got the notion that vampires were after me - 10 or 11 I think. I think the movie was Brides of Dracula with Christopher Lee.
I still have impossible dreams - I have a rich fantasy life inside my head - it's nice to spend time in a place where you can be everything you want to be regardless of ability or opportunity.
When I was really little, I had watched the Wizard of Oz a zillion times. So, I grew up thinking (for quite a while) that trees made wind. I think it was because of those apple trees that would sing and sway their arms (branches) and then Dorothy's dress and hair would blow in their wind.... Did I tell you that I was blonde? :-D
Maunie, Great story as always. I'm sorry I haven't been by to visit lately, although you've been in my thoughts (the good ones) and prayers. How do you feel?
I loved reading your answer, so it doesn't matter, but I think many of you misunderstood the question.
I was talking about unrealistic dreams. But your story read so well I wouldn't have had it any other way, and I cannot wait to post it.
Especially, when you wrote about the sawdust that you sweep up at the new house, and going for ice-cream.
You should write a post about that memory. It was a real interesting read.
Hey Lizzie, As with Maunie, I loved your comment, but I'm afraid this weeks question has been misunderstood. I was asking about unrealistic boogie man, aliens coming to take you to Mars kind of dreams...laughing...
However, your answer will do just fine, and I appreciate you taking the time to write it. Besides, I enjoy everything you write, so it will be a privilege to post it.
I love how you wrote about being able to envision 'Peter And The Black Dog' before you wrote it, and then how it was realized. That is so cool.
I would love to read it, or better yet, review it sometime.
Thank you for your inspiring answer, and for participating in Tuesday's Question.
Speedy, I was so impressed with your answer. Where have you been hiding your gift for turning a phrase?
You are a fine writer. I admire the courage it took to recover from alcoholism. I know it is a daily struggle. Although, I'm not sure "struggle" is the correct word, because I'm sure you now feel a freedom you've never felt before.
Just the relief in knowing you do not have to live that way anymore. And I agree, God is great.
In any event, I've always admired you for overcoming such a huge obstacle, because you have a great heart and a lot to give in return.
I hope you come back to read this comment because I'm late with my reply- I'm so sorry.
I have to get a grip...I've been so busy lately I cannot seem to catch up. I loved your entire answer, but especially, your summary.
"In summary, the dreams and thoughts of a child are sometimes not only impossible, they are mis-guided."
I cannot wait to post everyone's answers. However, I decided to post them tomorrow out of respect for Dawn's little cat Miiko.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about posting everyone's reply.
I appreciate you my friend. I hope you have a great day~
Hey Grace, Laughing...your giant Squid story reminds me of my older (And I mean adult) brother's reaction to Jaws. He was convinced the shark was going to walk through the front door any minute.
Then, the whole country was laughing a few weeks later, when Saturday Night Live wrote a skit of Gilda Radner (playing the shark) knocking on someones front door. I forgot who played the terrified neighbors.
I laughed until my stomach hurt at your answer. And I love your conclusion as well. Many of you wrote great conclusions to this question.
Thanks for your contribution Grace, and a great laugh. I know I owe you a ton of comments, but I have paid you some visits. I love your blog.
Authors note: For some unknown reason I was reading my comments from my e-mail yesterday, with the exception of the first one. There was a big sign over my post telling me that my site was out of service... Hmmm... don't ya love how they tell that and then they don't tell you why? Although, I guess it's not as bad as finding your water cut off when you get home, but almost. Anyway, that's why I'm publishing all of your excellent, wonderful, brilliant, heartfelt, and generous answers today as opposed to yesterday.
All of them were wonderful as usual. If you do not see your answer published, or your link doesn't come through, please do not hesitate to let me know...you're important to me. And as always, thanks for participating. :))
Hello, and welcome to this weeks Tuesday's Question...I apologize for the delay, however, for some reason it took me all morning to think of a question today. I know I haven't asked every question on earth, although after reading through the Tuesday's Questions in archives this morning, I was beginning to wonder.
But, just when I think I've asked every question there is to ask, I find what I believe will be a good question hiding somewhere in the recesses of my mind, and today in an old box of memories hidden behind some cobwebs I found this one;
Have you ever done something out of character for you?
For example, have you ever dyed your hair jet black, when you're a natural blond, the day before you started a new job ?
Or stapled (some of you know about this) your bosses tie to his shirt? Or decked an anesthesiologist after surgery knocking him down on the operating room floor?
(That is how I inherited the nickname "Slugger" from my son. And this is information I assume is between us, right?)
And this last one, I think the television show Friends copied off of MY friends and I- because we also danced in the outside water fountains in New Orleans at a Rolling Stones concert.
Which for me, was completely out of character. Well...really all of these examples are~
So...now it's your turn, Have you ever done something out of character for you?
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well there are a few times where under the influence of alcohol that I have done some slightly..:) out of character but I am not sure they qualify and out of a sense of self survival I would have to plead the fifth to..:))))))
hope you are well Ann..
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the next comment is from my good friend Sandee at Comedy Plus
I'm kind of with confused. Maybe when I had a couple of cocktails, but mostly I've done what I've wanted to do. I've done what I thought was right for me. Pretty much all my life.
I hope you are feeling well too honey. Have a terrific day. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next answer is from Lizzie at Lizzie's Choice
I have recently done something that was totally out of character for me. I am usually so careful but I just threw caution to the wind and did what I wanted to do. What was it? Well I can't tell you that on the grounds that it might incriminate me!
Robert must be quite a character at the corner saloon!!
Tough question for me ... I think people are not surprised by anything I do really.
Out of character for me would be cruelty, or something judgemental, and I am completely unable to take on those qualities.
hmmmmm
OK! - I think I have one!!
It just POPPED into my head. I am not what you would call "organized", or "agenda motivated". Calling me an obsesive compulsive is as far from the truth as could be. With that in mind ....
Many years ago my boss asked me to run the warehouse. I was reluctant, but he offered me a raise, and that was all it took. For some reason, my messy self became a fuss-budget. I introduced a system of organization, and became infatuated with having everything in neat rows, clean, and properly placed. Even something out of alignment caused panic. People started calling me overbearing!! What? Me?? Anyway, I was not happy working in ONE spot, and eventually asked be be out on the road again. I think aliens took over my mind for that period of time in the warehouse.... that's the only way to explain it!!
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Jeez, Annie spam? I hate it. I am really trying to think of something out of character for me and nothing comes to mind. I can be very mean when I have to and then turn around and smile sweetly. I love with all my being, but I have been known to be a little shit when I am crossed. Sorry, if I think of anything I will be back.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our next answer is from Kasey at Do Everything Blog where everyone should visit at least once. Thanks Kasey.
Well, I've thought about it before. Does that count?
"And yes, Kasey I believe it counts...laughing..."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next answer is from my friend Grace at Broadway Matron who is another loyal Tuesday's Question commenter, thank you Grace.
Out of character? If I were to be the judge of that, then I say never. If other people were to be the judge then almost everything I do is out of character. We rarely, if ever, show all sides of us to any one person. There are folks who think I am an optimistic up-beat person and others who think I am serious and somber and even depressed. Some see me as loving and kind and others think I am a cold-hearted, unemotional bitch...So it goes...Being any one thing all the time would be out of character for me.
Listen to this next comment, I laughed, I'm certainly glad this act was out of character...(laughing)or at least I hope it was- The commenter is Medela at Medela Breast Pump Deals
Talking of doing something out of your character, Let me tell you this I once slapped a guy! generally I am very calm and cool and never even pinch anyone, so that is quite an out of character thing, isn't it?
Yep, Medela, it is...laughing...thanks again
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And our last answer so far is from Unfinished Rambler at Unfinishedrambler
Out of character? I guess, for me, it was going on a country booze cruise and ending up on another level with a sheet metal workers union who definitely were not country. Let's say "urban." I ended up dancing to "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry. Was alcohol involved? Um...yes, it was. :)
From Author: I don't know Unfinished Rambler, but it seems to me that alcohol and "Play That Funky Music" do not go always go well together, but, on the other hand, maybe they do...(Smile) Thanks for the comment~
Then Nessa at Nessa's Place stopped and left a comment for the first time. And I feel bad because she didn't know about Tuesday's Question. Shame on me, I need to promote Tuesday's Question more, but I want to make another button for it. There's something that bothers me about the button for Tuesday's Question. I'm not sure what it is but I'm going to make a new one. Anyway, thanks Nessa for visiting, and leaving a comment, and I'm thrilled you know about it now. :)))
Oh i love this........how did i not know you did this though? I'll set a reminder to come check Tuesday and join in on the fun.
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well there are a few times where under the influence of alcohol that I have done some slightly..:) out of character but I am not sure they qualify and out of a sense of self survival I would have to plead the fifth to..:))))))
I'm kind of with confused. Maybe when I had a couple of cocktails, but mostly I've done what I've wanted to do. I've done what I thought was right for me. Pretty much all my life.
I hope you are feeling well too honey. Have a terrific day. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
I have recently done something that was totally out of character for me. I am usually so careful but I just threw caution to the wind and did what I wanted to do. What was it? Well I can't tell you that on the grounds that it might incriminate me!
Robert must be quite a character at the corner saloon!!
Tough question for me ... I think people are not surprised by anything I do really.
Out of character for me would be cruelty, or something judgemental, and I am completely unable to take on those qualities.
hmmmmm
OK! - I think I have one!!
It just POPPED into my head. I am not what you would call "organized", or "agenda motivated". Calling me an obsesive compulsive is as far from the truth as could be. With that in mind ....
Many years ago my boss asked me to run the warehouse. I was reluctant, but he offered me a raise, and that was all it took. For some reason, my messy self became a fuss-budget. I introduced a system of organization, and became infatuated with having everything in neat rows, clean, and properly placed. Even something out of alignment caused panic. People started calling me overbearing!! What? Me?? Anyway, I was not happy working in ONE spot, and eventually asked be be out on the road again. I think aliens took over my mind for that period of time in the warehouse.... that's the only way to explain it!!
Happy Wednesday! Bloghoppin' here... Hey, I have an interesting tutorial for you that I have written myself. It is about adding Adsense on your Single Post in XML template. I hope you'll like it! God Bless you!
Jeez, Annie spam? I hate it. I am really trying to think of something out of character for me and nothing comes to mind. I can be very mean when I have to and then turn around and smile sweetly. I love with all my being, but I have been known to be a little shit when I am crossed. Soory, if I think of anything I will be back.
Out of character? If I were to be the judge of that, then I say never. If other people were to be the judge then almost everything I do is out of character. We rarely, if ever, show all sides of us to any one person. There are folks who think I am an optimistic up-beat person and others who think I am serious and somber and even depressed. Some see me as loving and kind and others think I am a cold-hearted, unemotional bitch...So it goes...Being any one thing all the time would be out of character for me.
Talking of doing something out of your character, Let me tell you this I once slapped a guy! generally I am very calm and cool and never even pinch anyone, so that is quite an out of character thing, isn't it?
Out of character? I guess, for me, it was going on a country booze cruise and ending up on another level with a sheet metal workers union who definitely were not country. Let's say "urban." I ended up dancing to "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry. Was alcohol involved? Um...yes, it was. :)
dizzblnd, Your welcome for following you. Thank you for following me too.
I love your blog, and I now that I know you're a "messyholic" too, I feel less alone. I thought I was the only one on the planet.
In fact, I need to throw myself out of character tomorrow. Maybe I'll find my checkbook, or some perfume...Hmmm....you never know...Oh, it feels good to vent~
"I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense..."
Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.
Hello everyone. Yep, I'm finally posting a Tuesday's Question, and I'm sorry for the inconsistent postings. However, I've received the go ahead from my doctor to begin publishing a few posts a week on A Nice Place In The Sun, plus I can start writing manuscripts and freelance full time again. I'm was happy to get the news, and as far as how I feel, I say "Damn the tornadoes, full speed ahead."
So if I take it easy and don't rush out of the starting gate too fast, I'll be back in the race soon enough. (Until then, I hope you can forgive an occasional dead metaphor)
Thank you again for your mind-boggling support and friendship while I was in and out and since I've been writing Tuesday's Question.
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Before, I give my answer here's a quick note of gratitude to my regular readers:
It’s amazing how much you can learn about a person by asking them questions, and really listening to their answers. (as opposed to thinking about what you’re going to have for dinner.)
Because when people choose to tell you about their childhood experiences, backgrounds, siblings, birth order, parents, teachers, friends, children, etc...They are sharing a combination of the ingredients that have helped shape their lives and form their personalities. And when they explain how they managed to find joy in their blessings, bounce back from their struggles, and endure their sorrows, they are sharing with you the foundation of their character. There are times when I’m reading your answers when I am overwhelmed by how genuine and honest all of you are.
Today's Tuesday's Question asks, What is your Favorite Memory From A Simple Moment? and many of you have given me many favorite moments, many times. Thank you~
My favorite memory from a simple moment is at the end of this story. I hope the story it's not too long, but if it is, just read to the bottom for the example of my simple moment. By the way, this is one of my first posts on A Nice Place In The Sun, and it was chosen as The Rising Blogger's post of the day. I was so proud~
When you were a child who was your favorite grown-up? My favorite grown-up was my maternal grandmother. Yesterday, I went to her grave site and recalled two of my favorite memories of her. I have many memories of fun grown-ups, although for some reason she's the one who sticks in my mind the most often. My other grandparents were great too, of course, but we lived down the street from her in a new neighborhood branched off from an older street or lane, called Moss Side Lane. The name Moss Side came from the moss that hung from the oak trees that shadowed the street. With the exception of my parents, this grandmother had the most influence in my life. She taught me to wish upon a star, to garden, curtsy, talk to people, read…
We called her Nana, and she said things like, "DAT Burn it!" and "A stitch in time saves nine." She had a garden in a huge beautiful yard which she embraced with passion. Determined to enlighten us on the basics of gardening and yard work, she would bribe us for the opportunity to put us to work. The funny thing is, my brothers and I thought our work was actually worth the gratuity. In order to teach us something, she endured the arguments, temper tantrums, and excuses with the grace of a saint. However, this was a tolerance reserved only for her grandchildren. She wasn’t a tolerant woman or a saint, she was just a grandmother. Always on the side of her children and grand children, right or wrong, in addition to having a lesson to teach...
On one of our gardening opportunities, I was working my heart out when (I was singing to myself and playing with a rake) she called out to me, "Ann, come see." When I reached her, I saw she found a baby rabbit lying limp on the ground. The soil, recently tilled, had disturbed a nearby rabbit hole. Evidently, a baby rabbit ran out of his home, and the tractor ran him over. The little baby was in bad shape. Nana yelled across the rows of vegetables, "Honey, will you come help me with this?"
I can see that baby rabbit in my mind's eye as clear as if it were yesterday. Then she said, "Go get the hoe! We are going to have to put it out of its misery"
It took me a moment to realize she didn't mean WE were going to have to put the rabbit out of its misery, she meant ME! It was clear there was no "we" to striking that rabbit to death with a garden hoe! There was only a "me" to do it! She handed me the rake, and looked at me as if to say how hard it was for her to teach life's cruelest lessons.
"Go ahead, it is the best thing to do for the rabbit, honey, we cannot let it suffer."
"Nana," I exclaimed, "I ‘m not going to chop it's head off, I'm sorry, but I can't.”
Although this protest held the promise of making her angry, instead she was childlike and warm in her response, "Do you think your mother can bring it back to life?" (My mother had the skills and talent required of a veterinarian.)
Before she changed her mind, I went and got a box to put in it, and brought the little rabbit home for my mother to doctor. She did her best to save him by using an eyedropper for nourishment and water, but he died.
Our First Blogger Answer is here! Read after story~
I brought the rabbit back and we buried him near the garden. That's when she told me the story of his relatives, and where they all lived under the ground. Later that evening, we sat on her back porch steps and she taught me how to wish upon a star. I remember the inflections in her voice moving in time with the crickets, her black hair and lightning bugs dancing around in the yard. She had the best rhyme: “Wishes come true when you wish on a star/Since the man in the moon knows where you are/No matter how near no matter how far/He sees you and me and knows where we are.”
“Nana,” I asked. “Yes honey?" is what she said as she pulled me close.
“Where is the man in the moon?”
“Right there honey! Look!“
I smelled her hair as she drew me in her arms tight and laid her head against mine...I could feel her heart beating, then she pointed to the sky and said, “Look baby, right there!”
I wish I could ask her where she is now and catch up on the questions I have, or have had, or questions I don’t remember.
What is your favorite memory from a simple moment?
The first blogger to answer was Sandee from Comedy Plus, it's a well written and touching memory of moments shared with her mother. Thank you Sandee
One thing that I think of often is walking the mall with my Mother. It's something she enjoyed and I loved her so much that I would always go with her if I could. I hate to shop and she knew that.
We wouldn't necessarily shop, but just walk and talk. This has been a most fond memory.
Mom has been gone coming up on 19 years and if I've thought about anything related to her more that our mall walking it would be our daily phone calls to each other.
For years I would cry while at the mall upon seeing a mother and daughter walking along talking about whatever mothers and daughters talk about. I've since quit crying and now it's a fond memory of very special mother and daughter times that I'm so glad we shared.
On a recent trip to the mall with my husband and granddaughters, I mentioned how I always think about mom while walking the mall. It seems like yesterday sometimes and other times it seems so long ago. A simple thing that means so very much to me and always will.
Glad you're back. Love you Annie. Big hug. :)
January 13, 2009 12:26 PM ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Grace from Broadway Matron was the next blogger to answer. She wrote a comforting memory of watching a rain storm. Thanks Grace~
I have thought and thought and I don't have one. I must admit it took me a while to understand the question but Sandee's story kinda made it clear.
Perhaps lying on my bed with the lights out watching a rain storm with the leaves pasting themselves to the window panes and the shadows of the tree branches dancing madly in the wind? ....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next answer is from my dear friend Dawn at Twisted Sister who I've had the good fortune to know for some time, but I never knew that she was a good friend of Jack Frosts.
I guess you just never know...
Here's her touching story...
I'm so glad to see Tuesday's Question! I loved your story. I guess the one thing that always stayed with me took place when I was about 7 years old. My mother woke me up earlier than usual for school and brought me to my bedroom window.
"Look" she said, "Jack Frost was here last night and left a beautiful painting on the window just for you."
I was spellbound at the tiny snow flake shapes... and I truly believed that Jack Frost had painted them!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next answer is from my good Ettarose at Sanity On Edge
Annie, I will not try to make this a maudlin story. I wish I had had the memories of a Mom that you all have. I am very simply, moved by something I can only feel though all of your words. A simple moment that first came to mind is when I was at my D's ultra sound and I will never forget the words of the Doctor when he said it was a girl.I had a moment of pure joy when I thought of a conversation we had several months before when a question of whether to terminate or not came up.That little girl is my whole world as I have custody of her. She will always be to me something that might not have been and the world and myself would have been a sadder without her. I hope this answer was all right and not sad. I really think very much of you and admire your laughter and your strength and the love you have from your children.
January 14, 2009 8:07 AM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And the last comment, but certainly not least, came from The Muse at A Diva's Hammer...Wielded By The Muse
sometimes long post are well worth it..and this one!
I will have to return for more Tuesday's question! and not be late the next time!
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Because we want to read about your special moment or moments, so come on, Describe Your Favorite Simple Moment?
If not, we'll see you next Tuesday for another Tuesday's Question.
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One thing that I think of often is walking the mall with my Mother. It's something she enjoyed and I loved her so much that I would always go with her if I could. I hate to shop and she knew that.
We wouldn't necessarily shop, but just walk and talk. This has been a most fond memory.
Mom has been gone coming up on 19 years and if I've thought about anything related to her more that our mall walking it would be our daily phone calls to each other.
For years I would cry while at the mall upon seeing a mother and daughter walking along talking about whatever mothers and daughters talk about. I've since quit crying and now it's a fond memory of very special mother and daughter times that I'm so glad we shared.
On a recent trip to the mall with my husband and granddaughters, I mentioned how I always think about mom while walking the mall. It seems like yesterday sometimes and other times it seems so long ago. A simple thing that means so very much to me and always will.
I have thought and thought and I don't have one. I must admit it took me a while to understand the question but Sandee's story kinda made it clear.
Perhaps lying on my bed with the lights out watching a rain storm with the leaves pasting themselves to the window panes and the shadows of the tree branches dancing madly in the wind? ....
I'm so glad to see Tuesday's Question! I loved your story. I guess the one thing that always stayed with me took place when I was about 7 years old. My mother woke me up earlier than usual for school and brought me to my bedroom window.
"Look" she said, "Jack Frost was here last night and left a beautiful painting on the window just for you."
I was spellbound at the tiny snow flake shapes... and I truly believed that Jack Frost had painted them!
Sandee, I was really touched by your story. I will think of it when I walk in the mall.
I was worried about how to phrase this question, but I should have guessed you would know what I meant and carry everyone along. Thank you~
I love the way you write about your mother. I can see you two walking through the mall.
When I read that you didn't "necessarily shop" and your vivid memories of the daily phone calls, it made me think about how about how patient time can be, because sometimes it stops and just lets life happen.
Great answer~
And I'm glad I'm back too~ I love you too Sandee. Big hug back to you~ :))
Grace, Yes, I'm sorry about the phrasing of the question. But, I'm glad Sandee helped, she's good about that~
I had to think and think and think about how to phrase it too, perhaps I should rewrite it, and ask, What is Your Best Simple Moment? But for some reason I keep going back to "favorite."
I'm sorry my story was so long, and that it didn't do it for you. In any event, the important thing is you did get it and gave a terrific answer.
Great imagery, I felt as if I were in the moment relaxing during a rain storm.
Dawn, Thank you for the nice compliment on my story. It means a lot to me. It is one of my first posts on ANPITS, and it won The Rising Blogger Award. Plus, it's about one of my favorite people who left me with tons of joyful memories.
I adored your Jack Frost story as well. I don't know how you do it, but by using just a few words, you flooded my heart with the same secure emotion you must have felt with your mother at the window.
She sounds like she was a great mother...the kind of Mom that was born to do the job. Which sounds a lot like someone I know. ;)
Annie, I will not try to make this a maudlin story. I wish I had had the memories of a Mom that you all have. I am very simply, moved by something I can only feel though all of your words. A simple moment that first came to mind is when I was at my D's ultra sound and I will never forget the words of the Doctor when he said it was a girl.I had a moment of pure joy when I thought of a conversation we had several months before when a question of whether to terminate or not came up.That little girl is my whole world as I have custody of her. She will always be to me something that might not have been and the world and myself would have been a sadder without her. I hope this answer was all right and not sad. I really think very much of you and admire your laughter and your strength and the love you have from your children.
Sue, You wrote a great favorite simple memory. There is no love like the love we have for a child, and vice-versa.
When my son was born, my faith in God and miracles tripled ten times over...and I don't think I've felt as good about anything I've ever done or will do again.
Plus, if I understand you correctly, what you're doing goes way beyond "rising to the occasion." You're really an outstanding person, and I don't mean to be gushy, you just are-
Children need all the love they can get, especially from family, and it's true how much they change our lives. And if I'm right again this is not your first rodeo?
I believe babies are heavenly reminders of the miracle of life, the joy of birth, the gift of kindness, and the need for love and tolerance.
People say that children do not come with a set of instructions, but God knows where they're going Sue, God know whose loving hand will be guiding them through life.
Your answer is spectacular, and I thank you for your contribution.
And you couldn't have given me a better compliment than what you said in your final sentence. You made my day, or rather evening. I've been behind all week.
You're the greatest Ettarose, we need people like you~
The Muse, Thank you for writing such a nice comment about the length of my post.
I'm self-conscious about how long it is, especially since I was using it as an example, but the story does contain two of my favorite special moments.
Evidently, your insight and empathy, are part of what makes you such a fine writer.
Thanks for stopping by Tuesday's Question and feel welcome to leave a comment anytime. And... by the way, I'm publishing your comment as we speak, so you'll get the link.
Who has had the most influence on the person you are today? Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Question. I thought this question would be a nice Thanksgiving Week question for my fellow Americans and a thoughtful “Who do I need to thank in the world?” question for the rest of you.
Because we all have someone we can thank for the impression they made on our character, intentional or not. Moreover, some of us have had the blessing of more than a few people who helped shape us into the people we are today. Who was this person for you?
I also found Dawn from Twisted Sister's winning post and the queen of dungeons and peace, Mimi from Mimi Writes who was also selected that fall. I was in good company that year.
If you haven't had a chance to read or visit The Rising Blogger be sure and stop by when you can- it's an original-
Alright...I'll move on...
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My first comment to this question was so touching I decided to post it before "Read More"
There have been so many, but hands down it has to be my mother. She passed away in the early 90s at the too young age of 60, but she has always been an inspiration to me.
When I was little she was my comfort. No matter what happened I could always go to mom for comfort and guidance.
When I got older she continued in this role. When I got in trouble as a young adult she was the first person I called.
When things happened in my life that were bleak, she was the first person I called.
She was never threatening, critical or judgmental. She loved me unconditionally. When I was a teenager we didn't fight like most mother/daughters do. She was so precious to me.
We talked to each other every single day. Even when I had long work hours I would always make time to call mom. After she died I found myself dialing her number before I realized she would never answer.
As I sit here crying two days before Thanksgiving, I so wish she was here to spend the holidays with as we so took for granted all those years.
Having a great talk over a cup of coffee would be just the greatest. I miss you and love you mom.
I love you too Anne. :)
November 25, 2008 12:41 PM
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And Grace at Broadway Matron who wrote another well written answer...Thanks Grace~
It is a person who was a huge negative in my life, which forced me, caused me, made me, inspired me, to become a wiser, more compassionate, more loving, more confident human being. I have tried to be everything that this person is not. I have tried to never treat people as this person does. I have tried to live my life exactly opposite to how this person lived theirs.
I neither hate nor pity this person. But I must say I am thankful for what they taught me - how to be a good person, tho that was not their intent nor their example.
November 25, 2008 2:06 PM
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No one could have written this next answer better than Bud from WTIT Tape Radio:The Blog I just loved it~
Thanks Bud~ Here are Buds words: I have terrific family members who have been there for me in good times and in bad. However, that is not the answer to this question for me.
Hands down the biggest influence has been John Lennon. We were never to meet. From the musical, to cultural to political, no person shaped the person that I am more than John.
Christ you know it ain't easy. You know hard it can be. The way things are going they're gonna crucify me.
And, too sadly, it was to be. He said in 1966 the the Beatles "were more popular than Jesus." They burnt his records. The religious right had a field day. This week The Vatican officially forgave him. Forgave him? Was the Pope ever a Nazi? John Lennon never was.
He was about love, hope and peace. He will always be a part of me. Imagine.
Thanks for asking, Annie.
November 25, 2008 3:22 PM
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Hey there Annie. I was really touched by the replies you got to this question. Especially the ones from Sandee and Grace. Very beautiful stories and I could relate to them as well.
I gave a lot of thought to this, and it is hard to come up with one person for me. I think I am influenced by everyone that I have come into contact in my life. Some have more influence than others of course, and some of it is from negative or positive experiences. But all have changed me in little ways. Mostly good I hope. :-)
I think my kids have shaped who I am the most in a general sense. In recent years I've undergone some really stressful events and changes. One experience with someone you know was so negative that it changed me in ways I did not like. My sister-in-law, and some local friends brought me back to the true me, and I'm better than ever for it. I'm the strongest and happiest I've ever been and so I guess in a way, like Grace above I should thank the negative person for allowing that to happen!
Big hugs dear Annie.
November 25, 2008 4:27 PM
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then the hilarious Sue from Farvel Cargo stopped by:
My dad is the strongest man I know. I would like to have half the strength and determination he has. He's the person I think of when I need to find that "get up off your butt, stop feeling sorry for yourself" attitude. I call him Superman, but not to his face.;-)
This question is hard for me ... I have been flying by the seat of my pants since birth.
I think I observe and try to assimilate the good qualities of everyone around me.
just can't pick "one" ... so here is a list.
Grampa #1 Strong, caring quiet man that I NEVER saw get angry. A man can be gentle and powerful at the same time. GREAT lesson.
Grampa #2 Friend of everyone, and the nicest guy you could ever meet. In a room full of people, he always held their attention. He taught me to be OPEN.
Grandma #1 Honest to the max. Some saw her as harsh, I saw her as the most unfake woman that ever lived. She never minced words, and told you when she loved you ... and when she was disappointed. She showed me the power of TRUTH.
Grama #2 Sweet, caring giving and mother Teresa like ... really! She taught me that being selfless and happy brought joy to others, and thus unto yourself in the same slash of the sword.
Father ... duty, morals, and being a man when you need to be. He taught me to be bold when needed, and lend a hug when needed. I learned to be well rounded from him, and never to take any &^#! (sorry) ... and NOT to swear.
Mother: She taught me that if you walk with the Lord, you are never lost, never alone, and always following your heart. I have seen miracles in my own life, Ann. My mother is an angel in disguise. I have felt love support from her ALWAYS.
This is just a minuscule highlight of the many wonderful people that have helped me set course in my life voyage. I think we are all flawed, and have our own strengths and weaknesses. By emulating and gathering the most positive attributes of those important to us, my belief is that in fact we can become someone that will be described as having amicable qualities.
Who Was/Is The Most Influential Person In My Life?
They all are/were
November 25, 2008 9:26 PM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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There have been so many, but hands down it has to be my mother. She passed away in the early 90s at the too young age of 60, but she has always been an inspiration to me.
When I was little she was my comfort. No matter what happened I could always go to mom for comfort and guidance.
When I got older she continued in this role. When I got in trouble as a young adult she was the first person I called.
When things happened in my life that were bleak, she was the first person I called.
She was never threatening, critical or judgmental. She loved me unconditionally. When I was a teenager we didn't fight like most mother/daughters do. She was so precious to me.
We talked to each other every single day. Even when I had long work hours I would always make time to call mom. After she died I found myself dialing her number before I realized she would never answer.
As I sit here crying two days before Thanksgiving, I so wish she was here to spend the holidays with as we so took for granted all those years.
Having a great talk over a cup of coffee would be just the greatest. I miss you and love you mom.
Sandee, I'm in tears...This is an absolutely gorgeous comment...It reads as a tribute to your Mom.
I'm sorry you lost your Mom at such a young age.
I know it's not the same, but I really think when you have that kind of bond with a loved one they never leave you. After my grandmother died I asked her for a sign...and days later my son and I kept finding dimes everywhere...
Later we discovered the jar of dimes she and a friend had been giving him for years on a shelf in his room.
Now, when we find dimes it feels as if it is her...and we like to believe it is...
It is a person who was a huge negative in my life, which forced me, caused me, made me, inspired me, to become a wiser, more compassionate, more loving, more confident human being. I have tried to be everything that this person is not. I have tried to never treat people as this person does. I have tried to live my life exactly opposite to how this person lived theirs.
I neither hate nor pity this person. But I must say I am thankful for what they taught me - how to be a good person, tho that was not their intent nor their example.
I have terrific family members who have been there for me in good times and in bad. However, that is not the answer to this question for me.
Hands down the biggest influence has been John Lennon. We were never to meet. From the musical, to cultural to political, no person shaped the person that I am more than John.
Christ you know it ain't easy. You know hard it can be. The way things are going they're gonna crusify me.
And, too sadly, it was to be. He said in 1966 the the Beatles "were more popular than Jesus." They burnt his records. The religious right had a field day. This week The Vatican officially forgave him. Forgave him? Was the Pope ever a Nazi? John Lennon never was.
He was about love, hope and peace. He will always be a part of me. Imagine.
Hey there Annie. I was really touched by the replies you got to this question. Especially the ones from Sandee and Grace. Very beautiful stories and I could relate to them as well.
I gave a lot of thought to this, and it is hard to come up with one person for me. I think I am influenced by everyone that I have come into contact in my life. Some have more influence than others of course, and some of it is from negative or positive experiences. But all have changed me in little ways. Mostly good I hope. :-)
I think my kids have shaped who I am the most in a general sense. In recent years I've undergone some really stressful events and changes. One experience with someone you know was so negative that it changed me in ways I did not like. My sister-in-law, and some local friends brought me back to the true me, and I'm better than ever for it. I'm the strongest and happiest I've ever been and so I guess in a way, like Grace above I should thank the negative person for allowing that to happen!
My dad is the strongest man I know. I would like to have half the strength and determination he has. He's the person I think of when I need to find that "get up off your butt, stop feeling sorry for yourself" attitude. I call him Superman, but not to his face.;-)
This question is hard for me ... I have been flying by the seat of my pants since birth.
I think I observe and try to assimilate the good qualities of everyone around me.
just can't pick "one" ... so here is a list.
Grampa #1 Strong, caring quiet man that I NEVER saw get angry. A man can be gentle and powerful at the same time. GREAT lesson.
Grampa #2 Friend of everyone, and the nicest guy you could ever meet. In a room full of people, he always held their attention. He taught me to be OPEN.
Grandma #1 Honest to the max. Some saw her as harsh, I saw her as the most unfake woman that ever lived. She never minced words, and told you when she loved you ... and when she was disappointed. She showed me the power of TRUTH.
Grama #2 Sweet, caring giving and mother Teresa like ... really! She taught me that being selfless and happy brought joy to others, and thus unto yourself in the same slash of the sword.
Father ... duty, morals, and being a man when you need to be. He taught me to be bold when needed, and lend a hug when needed. I learned to be well rounded from him, and never to take any &^#&#! (sorry) ... and NOT to swear.
Mother: She taught me that if you walk with the Lord, you are never lost, never alone, and always following your heart. I have seen miracles in my own life, Ann. My mother is an angel in disguise. I have felt love support from her ALWAYS.
This is just a miniscule highlight of the many wonderful people that have helped me set course in my life voyage. I think we are all flawed, and have our own strengths and weaknesses. By emulating and gathering the most positive attributes of those important to us, my belief is that in fact we can become someone that will be descibed as having amicable qualities.
Who Was/Is The Most Influential Person In My Life?
This is really a good question Annie. Oh boy there are so many. both in good ways and bad.
First my mother. wow today is her birthday. she passed away 14 years ago and I miss her everyday a thousand times it seems.
Second is my father. Who although was a good man when sober stayed drunk quite a bit. when drunk he was cruel and violent.
His cruelty drove me seeking a father figure. I found one. he was a pedophile. He raped me and between the two of them a pattern of distrust of all men has existed all of my life.
The third and foruth are the ones who had the biggest impression of all on my life. My two daughters. They were born to me at a very very young age. Due to this and the fact that I loved them very much they were truly the driving force behind most of my good qualities and most definitely my determination.
Last but not leadt are the two most important figures in my life. God and my husband now. God watched over me and brought me and my children through some very hard times.
And he delivered us into the hands of the angel that I am married to now.
Through Walter my current husband I did begin to learn to trust a little bit.
But, I am always and ever on the look out for any and all creeps especially where my grandchildren or any children are concerned.
Some times even the most innocent act or kind gesture is seen as suspicious to me. A man must earn my trust. Other wise, I fear him.
Wow how's that for honesty?
Have to dash my PC just got fixed today and I am running like mad.
Love and hugs Annie!!:-)
mauniejames3 said, on 11/27/2008 8:52:00 AM
Oh most definitely my father. From the time I was a small child he and I were so tight.
I lived for a couple of years with my Dad at his youngest sisters with her family. I was in heaven surrounded by my cousins and grandparents, When we moved into our new house with my Mom and sister it was a bit disappointing but still I had my Dad..for all of my life he guided and protected me.
When I entered into my first horrible marriage my father while walking down the isle kept saying. "let's get out of here...you don't want to marry this jerk do you"? and I did in fact divorce him and so it went for all of my fathers life.
When he died I knew I was supposed to tell him it was okay to "go". Instead...I begged him to stay with me.
He's gone but before he died he told me I was his very best friend.
I miss many people but every day I wish my father was still here with me.
Just thought I'd drop by and say hello! But while I'm here I'd like to tell you what an influence you have been in my life. You always inspire me Ann with your determination. No matter what life throws at you - you never quit. You have the courage of a lion and I can't think of anyone else that I admire more than you today. Luvs ya, Dawn
My hero has always been Martin Luther King. Being a southerner, a white guy, and a known jokester, most people immediately think I am not serious. I actually am.
I grew up in a world where there really were separate water fountains. Being curious and adventurous, I drank at the colored fountain at J.C. Penny's in Waycross, GA. My sister ratted me out to my Mom and I caught heck along with a lecture about "disease".
Some years later, a naive just out of college Yankee teacher at my high school asked a mixed racial class to write an essay on inter-racial marriage. Everyone was against it. Seems like the Black mammas also taught their children about disease. I was her aide and she was really upset to discover that racial fear was a two-way street.
MLK freed more than black people. He also set the white people free. We didn't have to cower in front of the wool hat guys anymore. We could say no, make it stick, and watch them slink, away.
Morality was easier in such a society. Racism was a bright line. Right and wrong was a clear black and white with no gray about it.
MLK inspired me to do a lot of risky things when I was younger. I stared down an entire town over racism one night at age 18. The details of why are unimportant. I told my biggest client no at the tender age of 25 -- a powerful man who is still a major politician in my state. I've never regretted it.
Having the courage to say no to racism was a gift to me from a guy who got shot for doing it. It has made it easier to say no in a lot of other morally ambiguous situations and I am thankful for it.
That's why MLK has been an inspiration to me and the largest influence on my life. Sorry, ya'll, maybe I can be humorous on another Tuesday.
Hello dear Annie. Boy this was a very tough question this week. For me at least. It makes me sad that I have no one who pops into my head without thinking about it. I wish it were my parents, but it is not. I wish it were my Sisters, but no they are not.To me it is the people who give of their lives to help others expecting nothing in return. Those who have the faith in their God and do not waver. It is everyone I wish I could be. Unselfish, loving, with no hate in their hearts. It is many people who will never be known except to the ones they help. Nameless, but very very important. I hope this makes sense. :)
mauniejames3 said, on 12/4/2008 6:02:00 AM
Hi Annie...are you not feeling well honey? You just take it easy and know that we are all here praying for you. Take your time getting back to us.
Next Thursday, December 11, I am having back surgery again. I have been suffering from sciatica since July and can no longer stand it... Pluss...we are going to Florida after Christmas and I don't want to spend any time down there feeling this way.
Today's Tuesday's Question asks, What Are Your Irrational Fears?
How many of you can relate to the elephant in this image? I read once that fear is, "False Evidence Appearing Real," so I repeat the phrase in my mind when I'm frightened.
However, that would be a bad idea if a bear extended his paw to meet my acquaintance...or lions, tigers, and wild wolf dogs were running towards me.
In those cases if I repeated to myself, "It's false evidence appearing real, it's false evidence appearing real" those words would be my last.
But, repeating those words to myself is effective when it comes to irrational fears, such as, walking refrigerators... being strangled by furniture...or your mother-in-law talking through the picture frames...that kind of stuff. That's what I mean by irrational fear...
What are your irrational fears?
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Hello Annie, Right now I am sitting here at my computer typing a message to you.
I did read all the way through also. thanks for the mention. you are just so sweet.
I only have one truly irrational fear, well maybe I have more but I don't have time to write a book...lol..okay?
My biggest irrational fear in the entire world is a snake.
Any kind of snake even rubber play snakes.
My grandsons all learn very young not to get any where near me with any type of snake real, alive,dead, or in any other form.
That's it for this Tuesday!
Hugs:-)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next answer is from my special friend and veteran of Tuesday's Question, Sandee from Comedy Plus, who gives a perfect example of an irrational fear. Thank you Sandee~
That I have to go back to work at the same place I worked before I retired. I know I don't have to, but I worry about it sometimes. I even have dreamed about it. I wake up in a sweat too. Almost anywhere would be a better place to work then back there.
Congratulations on the award. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The third answer is from Grace at Broadway Matron, who gives another good as well as funny example of an irrational fear. Thanks Grace~
Bugs - now that might not be irrational but I can't stand the sight of any kind of bug even if it is a picture in a newspaper article - I'll scream, drop the paper and refuse to pick it up - that's irrational.
That I have to go back to work at the same place I worked before I retired. I know I don't have to, but I worry about it sometimes. I even have dreamed about it. I wake up in a sweat too. Almost anywhere would be a better place to work then back there.
Congratulations on the award. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
Bugs - now that might not be irrational but I can't stand the sight of any kind of bug even if it is a picture in a newspaper article - I'll scream, drop the paper and refuse to pick it up - that's irrational.
Sandee, Bless your heart...It's weird how the sub-conscious works.
You had an extremely stressful career, believe I know, it takes a special person to hang in there as long as you did.
Just remember, fear is False Evidence Appearing Real. Although, I'm not sure how much that phrase will help when it comes to dreams.
Excellent answer, as usual~
Big hug and lot's of lovies back to you.
Annie
P.S. I loved your answer to my last Tuesday's Question as well. I need to post it. I'm sorry I haven't yet. Every time I start to post it I've been interrupted. I just cannot seem to catch up lately. I appreciate ya~ :)
your mother-in-law talking through the picture frames!!! That cracked me up :D Scary thought!
I would have to agree with Grace. Insects freak me out. Especially ones with lots of wiggly legs... I don't even like discussing it. Flying insects are terrifying too because you can't see where they are going to land until it's too late!
Hello there, Annie! First, thank you for the mention ;o)
And second, to answer Tuesday's Question, my greatest fear is insects. I can't stand seeing/looking at them even in pics. All of them - worms, flies, bees, grasshoppers, etc. Last year, there was an offer of a review of a termite killing website to my now dead blog, but I turned it down because (1) I saw lots of close up photos of termites in their website and (2) I have to include a photo of those things in my blog!
My fear includes butterflies - living or dead. These days, my son is playing with spiders and he keeps the little transparent box with it near the TV set, beside the remote control! Oh! And I don't go near live chickens, roosters, ducks and anything with beak too (yes, including birds) because I'm afraid they will run after me and peck me ;o)
I have an irrational fear of paperwork. Being a "big picture" kind of guy, I'm always being tripped up by the little details. They always betray me, the little buggers.
Knowing that failure lurks in every online form, I will do anything to avoid filling them out. Which means I get behind on the mundane tasks of life.
When I get too behind, I steal a Xanax from my wife's stash. You become so mellow that you smile at the snake, bear claw,and even the order form that must be filled out perfectly.
I would like to say NOTHING, but of course, that would not be true.
I will, however, preface this comment by saying that I have overcome many of my fears in the past 5 years. I don't mean that in a bragging way, but in the sense that I have been through a major life change. I decided to confront my featrs, doubts, and illusions that plagued most of my early years.
The ones left?
* Heights would be one. If I am up on a balcony obver ten stories ... I do not go by the rail!
* Pop up ads ... I do not like them, and fear getting a virus :-) [ he heee ]
* I am comfortable and open around people, yet get jitters when speaking in front of a large group when all attention is focused on me. I wish I knew why that is. I will tell myself all of the reasons why this is irrational, yet the butterflies remain. Singing in front of people?? No problem. Go figure ...
Annie, my irrational fear is not being good enough. I always talk to myself about how stupid I am or ask why I did something stupid. My blog is a big step for me. If I don't get at least one comment on a post, or my traffic dips a little more than the few readers I have I want to quit. True true true. I am not asking for anything either.I have learned to take me as I am. I have to blog for ME. right? By the way I have something for you at my blog.
My fear is someone coming in the window...to kill me....since I was a little girl my parents left the window open in summer to let in a breeze and when I got into bed I couldn't relax because I was sure someone was coming for me.
Now, we live in the same house (we bought it when my parents built a house in Berwick Me.) and hubby changed the window and added double locks.
Yup your right...I am nuts..
I know it's crazy but that faceless person...coming for me...doesn't scare me every night but often enough.
I am scared to death of elevators and escalators. I know it's crazy, right?! I'm afraid that I'll get stuck between floors in an elevator and on an escalator, I'm worried that any part of my clothes, shoes, body will get stuck in the very top or bottom part and I'll be sucked to oblivion!
Dawn, Abelle, Merrill, Eric (Speedcat), Sue, Maunie, and Tish,
Every- single- one- of- you- are excellent- people! These are some of the best responses I've ever had to Tuesday's Question. (That includes those of you I've answered individually)
I'm so sorry I haven't replied or posted your answers yet... However, believe me they will be posted tomorrow.
I had to let you all how impressed I am with your answers.
mm there was a picture in my Grand mothers house of her father..I was sure those yes moved..it gave me the willies walking by it..I can remember being 4 or 5..and scurrying past that thing in the hallway scared to death...
My irrational fear is large boats - as in ships. I understand the physics of why they float and all that, and I'm not afraid of water or swimming or little boats. It's just that something that HUGE (size of a city block) should not MOVE. Or get tossed about on waves. It's just WRONG.
Yeah, I know. Next I'll be afraid of Baby Ruths or something. (Oh, God, I hope not.)
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How would I Know You? Describe yourself to a fellow blogger who was sent to pick you up at the airport sight unseen.
Okay honey. We will wait till next week. I can't wait to see what Dawn has come up with. I'll bet it's a ton of fun. She is silly in a great sort of way. Have a great day. Big hug and lotsa lovies. (It's great to be home). :)
Sorry your not feeling well honey...rest and get better...I have had an upsetting week as well so we have to shake it off and get back on the horse...(I don't have a horse) but drink plenty of water...watch old movies and hunky men and get better.
Dawn is fantastic. I an SO surprised that you haven't asked me to write a question. Oh. Right. You would have to sensor it. I'd ask some damn interesting ones, though...
Hello, and welcome to A Nice Place In The Sun's Tuesday's Question. This Tuesday's Question asks What Type Of Animal Best Suits Your Personality and/or Appearance? If you are not sure what type of animal you most resemble, ask your friends, spouse, family, or pet and I'm sure they will be happy to help. My family would have helped me, but I wouldn't let them near my hammock. However, I'm sure if you are nice to your family, friends, and pets they will be more than happy to oblige.
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My next comment is from Broadway Matron It's another good one...
A Siamese cat - they're smart, mysterious, and most of all they are loyal - and they talk a lot :)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next, I received some advice for Dawn from Bud at WTIT Tape Radio Blog I'm not sure if he is right or not, and I told him to just behave and answer the question, but he didn't. Therefore, in order to pass him some link love and leave you a link to his blog I'm going to publish his comment.
Ann- You better break it to Dawn. Lions aren't loners. She did manage to pick the only cat that is social..
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the way, here is my answer back to Bud,
Bud, Are you kidding? Well...they seem like loners to me, and she is like a lion in every other respect.
Anyway, you're supposed to be answering the question. I bet you were a cut up in class, weren't you? Hmmmm...that could be my next question.
But this one is,
What animal best suits your personality?
laughing...now, just behave and answer the question...
I didn't want to answer this question, so I asked Princess Gail for her opinion. She said right away that I am a dog. I said, "WHAT!?" I was just about to say, "YOU"RE a dog!" when she went on to say that it is because I am loyal, cuddly, lovable, love her unconditionally, and love to snuggle.
She also said I'm not a cat because I'm not self centered, I don't ignore her, and I listen.
She also said I am not a wild animal that would attack her, or kill her, or eat her.
I tried to type as fast as I could as she was telling me her answers. Wish I had it on tape. But I at least have it written down now, so I can show her her own words when she accuses me of barking and shedding!
Then, my dear friend Dawn from Twisted Sister changed her mind about her answer, although I think the first one was the best, this one made me laugh....
This is Dawn's response to lion expert, Bud at WTIT Tape Radio (The Blog) who corrected Dawn's comment earlier about lions.
Dawn's comment
Never argue with the man who watches nature shows on Discovery Channel!
Bud... you are factually correct. I was thinking symbolically and humans have mistakenly used lions as symbols of loners for reasons unknown to me :) I'm changing my answer: I am a cougar :)))
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next comment is from "SpeedcaT, THE gOLFINg bEaR" !!! at Speedcat Hollydale Page
I am a bear. No not the one that attacks you in the forest ... I am the one at the petting zoo that drinks orange pop from the bottle and does tricks for the kids. I like to roll around in the sun, and be outdoors. I hear that there ARE trained golfing bears - of course that would be my forte` and tag line.
"SpeedcaT, THE gOLFINg bEaR" !!!
Now, if I saw another bear or human harming my cubs .... I would maul them. (like a bear) Mostly I am nice though, and will be a loyal friend to those who are friends to me. (In the Forest or Petting Zoo)
Then, my hilarious friend Ettarose at ettarose-edgeofsanity.com, gave a perfect answer, as far as her personality traits are concerned, although she doesn't match the physical description.
I think that I am an armadillo. I have a very hard shell on the outside, but inside I am really a softy.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next comment is from my friend Sue at Farvel Cargo who recalled a scary memory when answering, but she played along anyway. Now, that is a pal...thanks Sue...here's her comment~
OMG! This makes me remember when I was in 8th grade at Catholic Religion class we had to pick a name out of a hat, go around the table and tell everyone what animal the person we drew out reminded us of. I got stuck with the meanest girl in the class. The only thing that went through my mind was, "I'm going to get my butt kicked in religion class." I can't even remember what anyone thought I was, I was too busy looking to the nearest exit!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Great job, ya'll~ :))
Thanks for the laughs and support~ This was a fun question. Huge hug~
22 Comments on What Type Of Animal Best Suits Your Personality And/ Or Appearance? - Tuesdays Question-, last added: 9/26/2008
Sandee, Laughing...I don't blame you for not wanting to be an animal...I meant which type of animals characteristics are closest to yours...laughing...Oh never mind.
I'm glad you answered...
Your little dog sounds like she has a great life. I also want to be Little Bit.
My mother has a little dog who has it made as well. I miss having a dog...Life is just not the same without one.
Maunie, What happened to Maunie's World? I keep trying to visit, but my Maunie's World button wouldn't work, and I changed my blogroll back to blogger again, so I don't have your new address there either. :((
Let me know if I linked back to the right address, o.k.?
I didn't want to answer this question, so I asked Princess Gail for her opinion. She said right away that I am a dog. I said, "WHAT!?" I was just about to say, "YOU"RE a dog!" when she went on to say that it is because I am loyal, cuddly, lovable, love her unconditionally, and love to snuggle.
She also said I'm not a cat because I'm not self centered, I don't ignore her, and I listen.
She also said I am not a wild animal that would attack her, or kill her, or eat her.
I tried to type as fast as I could as she was telling me her answers. Wish I had it on tape. But I at least have it written down now, so I can show her her own words when she accuses me of barking and shedding!
Laughing....that is great Ferd~ And you're right, now you have evidence. I'm going to publish it right now...
This was just the kind of laughs I was looking for...I knew a few people would ask their spouse. Laughing...I know it sounds mean spirited, but that was not my intention. Princess Gail answered it perfectly.
Never argue with the man who watches nature shows on Discovery Channel!
Bud... you are factually correct. I was thinking symbolically and humans have mistakenly used lions as symbols of loners for reasons unknown to me :) I'm changing my answer: I am a cougar :)))
I am a bear. No not the one that attacks you in the forest ... I am the one at the petting zoo that drinks orange pop from the bottle and does tricks for the kids. I like to roll around in the sun, and be outdoors. I hear that there ARE trained golfing bears - of course that would be my forte` and tag line.
"SpeedcaT, THE gOLFINg bEaR" !!!
Now, if I saw another bear or human harming my cubs .... I would maul them. (like a bear) Mostly I am nice though, and will be a loyal friend to those who are friends to me. (In the Forest or Petting Zoo)
Ettarose, Perfect choice~ I suspected those traits...(good ones) An armadillo makes sense to me. You answered this question fast- You know yourself well.
OMG! This makes me remember when I was in 8th grade at Catholic Religion class we had to pick a name out of a hat, go around the table and tell everyone what animal the person we drew out reminded us of. I got stuck with the meanest girl in the class. The only thing that went through my mind was, "I'm going to get my butt kicked in religion class." I can't even remember what anyone thought I was, I was too busy looking to the nearest exit!
Sue, You poor thing...That sounds like something that would happen to me. I can't believe your teacher put you in that position. LOL
You must have blocked it out...laughing...
Thanks for playing along, even though you were reminded of a mean girl. (lol)
Cheers~
Annie
mauniejames3 said, on 9/25/2008 7:16:00 AM
Annie honey...go to my site with my picture on it...you can get to Maunies world or blogging den 2 that way...I know no other way because I am computer dumb...take care my sweet Annie...
Hello, and welcome to the 42nd Tuesday's Question! Tuesday's Question is A Nice Place In The Sun's way of sharing weekly link love, getting to know my readers and introducing bloggers to other bloggers. I think it is a personal way of learning about other bloggers, much like writing a blog review but with the blogger participating on a more personal level. Because you learn more about the person behind a blog by asking questions that connect people to each other. All participates answers/comments are posted within the Tuesday's Question post on the same day, along with a link to their site, however, you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish them as well along with your name~
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Now, for this Tuesday's Question, When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?
Before he pecked me And after...poor thing...
When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?
An example would be sticking your finger inside a penguins cage at the zoo. When my son was small, I took him to the zoo, and the first birds we saw were penguins. I was surprised when we saw them because I never knew how adorable they were in person. I mean, this was the first time I saw penguins up close, so without thinking, I put my finger through the bars of the cage to pet one. Which sadly, ended in disappointment for both me and the penguin, the penguin because I didn't taste like a cookie or cracker, and me because I had a puncture wound on my finger. I have a before and after picture of the penguin taking a bite of my finger above.
Nevertheless, did you know that penguins have razor sharp teeth?
Anyway, this is just one of my many impulsive acts, so do not feel shy about answering this question. I know most of us usually grow out of acting impulsively by the time we reach adulthood, but I'm still learning...
Therefore, please feel free to comment- When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?
My first comment is from one of my dearest friends, Sandee at Comedy Plus, who is also one of the blogger's I wrote about who breaths air into Tuesday's Question, She deserves a metal for her friendship to me, and her loyalty to Tuesday's Question, not to mention her spectacular comments. If you haven't visited her blog yet, and you want to be sure and laugh everyday click on the link to Comedy Plus. Sandee is a blogger who does not let her readers down. Thanks again Buddy for another terrific comment.
I don't need to write anymore, Sandee's comment will speak for itself:
In my younger years I could have written a book on the impulsive and foolish things I did, but I'll stick with my older years.
In the early 90s I took a trip to Mexico with a girlfriend for a week of fun in the sun. Well, little did I know that I was going to be approached to hear the sales pitch for buying a timeshare.
Yep, they got me and I decided to buy a timeshare and that way I could have all this fun every single year. It turned into a nightmare.
I never got a bill, but they certainly took my down payment. There wasn't anyone to talk to because they were in Mexico and I was here in California. It was almost a year before I connected with someone in Omaha, Nebraska that could help me.
Keep in mind that I hadn't paid the monthly payment on this timeshare because no one ever sent me a bill. Then they started threatening me because I hadn't paid all year. Hello you morons...I never got a bill.
It took what seemed like forever and I finally got a portion of my money back. The peso was very depressed from the time of purchase to the time they refunded me my down payment. I lost about 500.00 on the deal and never saw the timeshare at all.
Foolish? Very and when anyone says anything about a timeshare, I run the other way. Especially if it's in another country. Pain in rear to say the least.
I received another comment from another best buddy and loyal Tuesday's Question commenter, Dawn from Twisted Sister Here's another blogger whose blog who must read if you haven't already. Dawn's comment is priceless...
Would you like the long list or the short one? LOL Just kidding :)
I once posted a very angry rant. It was stupid but it was an impulse. I regretted it deeply. I didn't name any names but a lot of bloggers thought it was directed at them when in fact it was someone in my personal life.
I now live by the rule: Post in haste - Repent at leisure.
I don't know what I would do without my buddies who always stop to answer Tuesday's Question. Here's an hilarious comment from another pal, Maunie at Maunie's World Maunie's World is Maunie's new blog and it's well written, pretty, and fun, so be sure and pay her a visit. Here's Maunie's comment~
I can't tell you when I have not acted impulsively..one thing does stand out, when my younger son was ten he had behaved so well in school for a week I told him I would take he and a friend to the circus...he envited six friends...not wanting to disappoint any of the boys I took them all. The headache that ensued was bad enough...never mine the money...now I say disappoint...they will get over it...you may not make it.
My next comment is from the Queen of Bloggingham Palace, and the author of Peace Globes, Mimi at Mimi Writes
While I love adventure, I am not typically an impulsive person and while I really like this ,I respectfully reserve the right as the Queen to refrain from answering the question. Ahem....
I did want to thank you for displaying the BlogBlast countdown. Very nice of you. I have found several who've already done so and will post a public thanks this evening. Again, thank you. I am thrilled to see these everywhere.
The next comment is from my dear friend Eric from The Speedcat Hollydale Page His comment is so funny, I laughed out loud... If you haven't visited Eric/Speedy's blog, do yourself a favor and follow this link.
Ann, I think almost everything I do is impulsive! Sometimes this gets me into trouble, but I have always been a fly by the seat of my pants type of person. Never was one for regiment and agenda.
This probably will not be as funny as it was "live", but it is the first thing that popped into my head .......
"The whole family was out to dinner at one of those all you can eat buffets. It was not very busy, and the servers sometimes would disappear for a moment or two. My dad said he wanted to get some of the roast, but the carver was not there. I told him that they told me to just help yourself, and cut off what you wanted. Off he went, and I instructed everyone at the table to watch what happened next. He grabbed the knife, and started to whittle away at the meat ... shortly after the manager came running out and told him the he should not be doing this. His eyes looked back to me immediately! Of course, we all had a huge smile and then the table broke out in laughter. I think he was mad at me (at first) but returned to slap me on the shoulder and say, I should have known.
I have this best friend type of relationship with dad. My day of retribution will be soon at hand. Ha haaa!!!
P.S ... Not sure how to spell "retribution" Is that right ?? Please fix that if you post this :-)
My song today is "Fly me to the Moon". Just watched it at my blog again after seeing you on the chatbox.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then, Speedy is such a good friend, he came back and gave me a tip about the Queen...Shhhh
I saw Mimi let a few people out of the meme dungeon on a whim once. She did not know I was looking.
They just do not make too many friends like Speedy anymore. Although, I suspect that The Queen of Bloggingham Palace has much compassion. Its just a hunch.
My next comment made me wet my pants~ I'm not kidding...It's from Ettarose at ettarose-edge of sanity
Annie, I don't always participate but when I do I enjoy myself.The worst thing I ever did was once at a seminar, I spoke out loud that men were so lucky (that was our question, why men were so lucky) because they had a penis. Now I know what I meant, I mean this is a business world folks. Little did I know I had to repeat this whole speech in front of the company President. I did get a caricature done of me chasing a man with fist raised.
15 Comments on Tuesday's Question: When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?, last added: 9/21/2008
In my younger years I could have written a book on the impulsive and foolish things I did, but I'll stick with my older years.
In the early 90s I took a trip to Mexico with a girlfriend for a week of fun in the sun. Well, little did I know that I was going to be approached to hear the sales pitch for buying a timeshare.
Yep, they got me and I decided to buy a timeshare and that way I could have all this fun every single year. It turned into a nightmare.
I never got a bill, but they certainly took my down payment. There wasn't anyone to talk to because they were in Mexico and I was here in California. It was almost a year before I connected with someone in Omaha, Nebraska that could help me.
Keep in mind that I hadn't paid the monthly payment on this timeshare because no one ever sent me a bill. Then they started threatening me because I hadn't paid all year. Hello you morons...I never got a bill.
It took what seemed like forever and I finally got a portion of my money back. The peso was very depressed from the time of purchase to the time they refunded me my down payment. I lost about 500.00 on the deal and never saw the timeshare at all.
Foolish? Very and when anyone says anything about a timeshare, I run the other way. Especially if it's in another country. Pain in rear to say the least.
Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
That is great comment Sandee, as usual. It reminded me of that song "I've got some ocean front property in Arizona." Thank you for always making Tuesday's Question special.
You really are the greatest~
Big hug and lots of lovies back to you~
Annie
P.S. I would also love to read the impulsive and foolish things you did in your younger years. Maybe, you ought to write that book- you never know~ :))))
Would you like the long list or the short one? LOL Just kidding :)
I once posted a very angry rant. It was stupid but it was an impulse. I regretted it deeply. I didn't name any names but a lot of bloggers thought it was directed at them when in fact it was someone in my personal life.
I now live by the rule: Post in haste - Repent at leisure.
Have a great day Annie :)
mauniejames3 said, on 9/16/2008 2:13:00 PM
I can't tell you when I have not acted impulsively..one thing does stand out, when my younger son was ten he had behaved so well in school for a week I told him I would take he and a friend to the circus...he envited six friends...not wanting to disappoint any of the boys I took them all. The headache that ensued was bad enough...never mine the money...now I say disappoint...they will get over it...you may not make it.
Dawn, Hey you. I remember when that happened... (lol) I'm so insecure I remember thinking, "Did I write something stupid in her comments?" Although, if memory serves me right, you came back and wrote it wasn't a blogger and I was relieved. :)) I've come close to doing the same thing myself.
Maunie, laughing...to be honest, I cannot tell you how many times I have not acted impulsively either. I guess you could tell that "my friend" who put their finger in the penguins cage was actually me. Well...you can't fool everybody.
Your story is hilarious, as usual.
I took my son out to eat for a treat one time and let him pick what he wanted on the menu. He ordered while I went to the restroom. And I know don't have to tell you the rest of the story, do I? Oh, the things we do...
While I love adventure, I am not typically an impulsive person and while I really like this ,I respectfully reserve the right as the Queen to refrain from answering the question. Ahem....
I did want to thank you for displaying the BlogBlast countdown. Very nice of you. I have found several who've already done so and will post a public thanks this evening. Again, thank you. I am thrilled to see these everywhere.
Ann, I think almost everything I do is impulsive! Sometimes this gets me into trouble, but I have always been a fly by the seat of my pants type of person. Never was one for regiment and agenda.
This probably will not be as funny as it was "live", but it is the first thing that popped into my head .......
"The whole family was out to dinner at one of those all you can eat buffets. It was not very busy, and the searvers sometimes would disappear for a moment or two. My dad said he wanted to get some of the roast, but the carver was not there. I told him that they told me to just help yourself, and cut off what you wanted. Off he went, and I instructed everyone at the table to watch what happened next. He grabbed the knife, and started to wittle away at the meat ... shortly after the manager came running out and told him the he should not be doing this. His eyes looked back to me imeadiately! Of course, we all had a huge smile and then the table broke out in laughter. I think he was mad at me (at first) but returned to slap me on the shoulder and say, I should have known.
I have this best friend type of realationship with dad. My day of retribution will be soon at hand. Ha haaa!!!
ps ... Not sure how to spell "retribution" Is that right ?? Please fix that if you post this :-)
My song today is "Fly me to the Moon". Just watched it at my blog again after seeing you on the chatbox.
Eric, laughing....that is a fabulous story...yep, I'm afraid your father will come after you for that one. And it does sound funny. I could see him "wittle away" at the meat in my minds eye. You tell a great story.
And yes, you spelled retribution correctly, but it does look wrong doesn't it? Well, I'll check it.
You know, today I was having one of those "off" days, but when I heard "Fly Me To The Moon" and saw your tiny you tube Frank, it fixed things. Thank you, Eric.
(And thanks for the tip on the fact that the Queen acted impulsively.) ;))
Thanks for being you~ I'm going to post you and Mimi's comments, lay my head on my pillow and sing "Fly Me To The Moon" until I fall asleep~
Mimi, (laughing) I respectfully appreciate your position as Queen to refrain from answering. I realize it could endanger your security. (lol)
However, what is this I hear from Eric, (see the bottom of comments) about you letting a "few people out of the meme dungeon on a whim once." ? Well, I suppose even Queens have their "spontaneous" moments. (lol)
And you're most welcome for displaying the blogblast countdown. It's great that you've seen them around. I have too.
Annie, I don't always participate but when I do I enjoy myself.The worst thing I ever did was once at a seminar, I spoke out loud that men were so lucky (that was our question, why men were so lucky) because they had a penis. Now I know what I meant, I mean this is a business world folks. Little did I know I had to repeat this whole speech in front of the company President. I did get a caricature done of me chasing a man with fist raised.
Ettarose, I can barely write I'm laughing so hard....I'm sorry I didn't see your comment earlier. Tuesday's Question was moving slower than usual, so I went to work on my manuscript.
I cannot wait to post this...
Thanks for commenting...:))) My face hurts from laughing, but it was worth it~
One of the foolish things that happened to me was laughing at a joke while my mouth was full of cola. It spurted out of my mouth and nose and bubbled on the table where it fell...I really lost my poise but everyone had a good laugh =D!
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This group of Tuesday's Question Participates had some interesting opinions about whether we're born to fulfill a destiny. What do you think? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Whether you are participating or reading I thank you for stopping by for a visit. Answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the bloggers who commented, therefore, don't forget to visit the participating bloggers blogs. Chances are if you liked their comments you will like their blogs. Have Fun, and remember Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, well, questions off the top of my head anyway. ~ My answer: When I was in the first grade I remember staring at the word author in a book we were reading. I don't know how to explain how I knew, but I knew I would write books or be a writer some day.
I remember it like it was yesterday, because I didn't want to write books; I wanted to be a veterinarian.
I've heard others say the same thing about their professions. An old friend of mine used to say she knew she would be a doctor. We've known each other since childhood, and all she did was talk about becoming a physician, the opposite of me, who avoided a scholarship to study English Literature at L.S.U.
Anyway over the years, my friend and I took many twists and turns that were taking us down an altogether different highway. I never dreamed that she would make it through medical school, or that I would live to write about anything. But she did become a doctor and I continued to turn down the wrong roads for awhile, until something miraculous happened- I grew up- and turned down the highway that brought me back to my passion- writing.
I took many chances and made some major mistakes that kept me away from writing for a long time. Although, I always wrote something down on paper, I didn't understand that what I was doing meant something deeper. And I didn't appreciate the gift I'd been given or what it meant... I had short stories, magazine articles, poems etc, stashed away in dusty piles in my mother antic-
In closing, I believe we are born with a destiny and as time marches on we either bump into it by accident, friendship, or opportunity.
It is up to us to keep our eyes open for the signs that help us make the right choices. Because fulfilling a destiny is what many call the road less traveled- if you're following the road your authentic self should be traveling, it will be a challenging, if not rewarding experience. However, if it's easy and comfortable, something is wrong with the road you're on - and you need to turn around~
Now, it's your turn: Is it determined before we are born what we will contribute to the world, or is it left up to chance?
My first comment is from my dear friend Dawn at Twisted Sister
"I don't know how to explain how I knew, but I knew I would write books or be a writer some day."
These kind of statements have always fascinated me because I have never felt that in my life. I often wonder why some people know what their calling is while others of us have no clue. I missed the boat on this one Ann! If I'm here to fulfill some kind of destiny then I wish someone would let me in on the secret :D I think this is one of your best questions so far... I only wish I could have answered it!
Next, another great friend Ferd from The Best Parts gave a very well-written and articulate response:
I don't believe there is a pre planned destiny. But I know that each of us is blessed with a set of skills and talents, and cursed with a set of character defects. None of us are perfect. And then there are the factors of the family and socioeconomic conditions into which we are born, providing us with nurturing and opportunities or lack thereof. What we do with our lives comes out of all this.
As we develop as people, and come into our own, we do stuff. This stuff we do affects other people, in good ways and in bad. We do have a lot of choice in that matter. The facts and consequences of these actions become our "destiny."
I do hope that wasn't just a bunch of BS. I read it over and it sounds a little weird. I almost deleted it, but here goes.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Then, Dawn remembered that she did look for her destiny once:
Ann, I often thought I must have hidden talents and I just need to find them... but I didn't have a map! You're not the only one who wasn't born to perform brain surgery.LOL!
Then, my other dear friend Sandee at Comedy Plus gave us her opinion and another well-written perspective:
I think I was destined to have each different position that I had through the years and would grow to the end of that and realize that there was more that I could or needed to do.
When I was a waitress I thought that was the best job ever. Then I ran cocktails and that was even better. Then I was a bartender and I thought that would be my last job. Of course it wasn't, but you get the idea.
The last 25 of my working years I was truly doing what I was meant to do. So yes, I do think destiny plays a part in what you end up doing. There are many jobs, but when you find what you love destiny has shined on you. :)
Special thanks to all of you for letting me get to know you a little better each week~ In some special way, I truly care about each of you, and thank you for sharing a piece of who you are individually with me each week~
Cheers and see you next week, if not, before...wait a minute...I don't suppose I will see you...anyway you know what I mean~ Cheers, until we meet again~ Bye~ Annie
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11 Comments on Are We Born To Fulfill A Destiny? Readers Comments in Post-, last added: 6/25/2008
"I don't know how to explain how I knew, but I knew I would write books or be a writer some day."
These kind of statements have always fascinated me because I have never felt that in my life. I often wonder why some people know what their calling is while others of us have no clue. I missed the boat on this one Ann! If I'm here to fulfill some kind of destiny then I wish someone would let me in on the secret :D I think this is one of your best questions so far... I only wish I could have answered it!
Dawn, I knew, but it took me years to come to the realization that writing could actually be a destiny. Unless, you turn out to be some famous writer or something, which I've obviously missed the boat on too.
In fact I thought back on that moment in the first grade this past year, after searching for sometime that I will tell you about later.
You are a mother, as am I so I think there can be more than one reason we are here- just think about it. However, this is just my opinion, some people believe you completely make your own destiny.
I believe we do both...that is, I believe we have an authentic self, or are born with certain talents (which you certainly were) but we make our own choices about how to use them or live our life, which in the end becomes our destiny.
Make sense? I just e-mailed you~ :))
Thanks for saying it was my best question, and you did comment~ :))
P.S. When I read the first part of your comment, I thought, oh she had the same feeling I did...until I saw the quotation marks. (LOL)
I definitely wasn't born to perform brain surgery.
I don't believe there is a pre planned destiny. But I know that each of us is blessed with a set of skills and talents, and cursed with a set of character defects. None of us are perfect. And then there are the factors of the family and socioeconomic conditions into which we are born, providing us with nurturing and opportunities or lack thereof. What we do with our lives comes out of all this.
As we develop as people, and come into our own, we do stuff. This stuff we do affects other people, in good ways and in bad. We do have a lot of choice in that matter. The facts and consequences of these actions become our "destiny."
I do hope that wasn't just a bunch of BS. I read it over and it sounds a little weird. I almost deleted it, but here goes.
Ann, I often thought I must have hidden talents and I just need to find them... but I didn't have a map! You're not the only one who wasn't born to perform brain surgery.LOL!
I think I was destined to have each different position that I had through the years and would grow to the end of that and realize that there was more that I could or needed to do.
When I was a waitress I thought that was the best job ever. Then I ran cocktails and that was even better. Then I was a bartender and I thought that would be my last job. Of course it wasn't, but you get the idea.
The last 25 of my working years I was truly doing what I was meant to do. So yes, I do think destiny plays a part in what you end up doing. There are many jobs, but when you find what you love destiny has shined on you. :)
Ferd, I'm glad you didn't delete your comment and I don't know why you think it sounded weird. You said the same thing I did, it was just more articulate. (Smile) You got my point across perfectly. :))
It's exactly wanted I wanted to say, but I think I've had writers rebellion lately or I'm tired or something, so I sincerely thank you. thanks~ :)
Plus, I want to tell you and anyone who may be reading this, I'm sorry I've been behind on comments lately.
For example, I didn't get the chance to tell you that you're right, I'm not as melodramatic as a Tennessee Williams character, but close. Although, I adore children and would never call a child a no-neck monster~ (LOL)
I'm more like a cross between Melanie and Scarlet than Tennessee's characters, but boy could he write them.
I might show a clip of A Streetcar Named Desire next week-end. Have you ever read the play, A Streetcar Named Desire? Talk about melodramatic. I just thought I'd bring that up because I remember laughing at your comment in my e-mail.
Sandee, Excellent answer. Thanks for another well written as well as thought out point of view.
It sounds like you were a Jill of all trades there for awhile, as was I, and you're right each job served it's purpose at the time. But, when it's what you were meant to do, you know it~
Ann, honey, I still don't have a clue...In girl scouts we had to write letters to various people for different reasons..my letters were always chosen but my pennmanship was so bad someone else would have to copy it over for me...my leaders said I would be a great comedy writer some day... yeah sure.. anyway I too have tried many different things but still haven't found what I'm looking for...I think I was made to work with children in some capacity but what do I know...as usual I am rambling..I hate that about me..hope this gives you some insight...laughing...
Hey Maunie, Well, it sounds like one of your talents is writing.
And it also seems as though your handwriting is much like mine and my mothers- I call our handwriting chicken scratch. (lol)
Also, I had a teacher tell me one time that I was a good writer and I thought the same thing. (lol) Looked over my shoulder, so to speak, to see if perhaps she was talking to another student.
Besides, we have computers now, so it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
Maybe, you ought to try writing children's books. If you love and identify with children (as you do) and you can write, you must, because you would be doing yourself, as well many kids a disservice if you didn't, or didn't at least try.
I think we have to continue to look and try different things in life and when it feels right it probably is...what I believe people do is also expect it to be easy so they quit before they've had time to foster a passion.
It's like watching a seed you've planted not produce any results for awhile, and then walking away before it sprouts from the ground.
I didn't mean to go on and on...I just meant to say I suspect you're a woman with much to give, laughter for one thing, and you ought to keep searching - (I love to laugh too)
I would rather live without food and water, than laughter~
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Hello, and welcome to my weekly feature entitled Tuesday's Question. Again, I apologize for posting the question this late in the day. I'm wrestling with some computer problems (that calf) that I hope to tie up soon. That is, when I understand what in the world in going on. I write a post and it disappears-forever- I've also had a few e-mails disappear- Although, my adviser assures me that it's probably the calf shutting something off again- therefore, we have nothing to worry about. Because once we diagnose the problem it will be up hill from there, and we can put this problem out to pasture.
Now finally, with that out of the way and most of the day behind us, let's answer Tuesday's Question. I will have my comments unmoderated and I will post your comments with a link to your blog throughout this evening and tomorrow.
Thanks to all of you for having the patience of a Saint~
What Activity Was The Most Difficult for you to Learn In Childhood?
An example, and my answer: Learning how to Jump Rope
Before entering the second grade, I remembered begging God to help me learn three things before I finished the school year. I wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, swim, and jump rope. These three tasks seemed impossible to master and I never thought I would learn them, plus other children made it worse. Particularly the kids who were proficient at playing reindeer games- My inability to master these goals made me ashamed around other kids at school and at home...
One time, I told a bully at school, Gracie Buckethead (I change names to protect the innocent) that I did know how to jump rope, and she said,
"Well Ann, if you do know how to jump rope then you shouldn't have a problem jumping rope with us at recess tomorrow, right? "
To which I replied, "That's right."
Then Buckethead added, "And if you can't jump rope, then you will agree to eat dirt?"
"Of course," I said, " Now, would I agree to do that if I couldn't actually jump rope? I don't think so..." I said, trying to steady my shaking hand on my hip.
Consequently, I had a really bad stomach ache that evening and couldn't go to school the next day- although I did eat dirt the next day. And to my surprise, this saga had a happy ending- one of the little boys who saw me eating dirt, (well, everyone did) gave me his ID Bracelet. (That meant we were going together)
Hence, that action put a dent in Miss Buckethead's plan, because everyone forgot about the dirt and ran over to see my ID bracelet. The boy who gave me the bracelet was my first Boyfriend Dexter, the boy many of you have heard me write about before- he was so cool~
However, he wanted his bracelet back the next day, because his Dad gave it to him for his birthday. He was just trying to help a friend out of a jam.
Now, it's your turn~
What Activity Was The Most Difficult for you to Learn In Childhood?
My first comment was from my dear friend and dedicated Tuesday's Question Pro, Sandee from Comedy Plus.
"I was raised on a farm and being the oldest everything was difficult to learn as a kid. Bucking hay was a challenge. Building a loafing shed was a challenge. Learning my multiplication tables was a challenge. I learned everything the hard way. Why? I just don't know. My father just expected me to be born a boy and that just didn't happen. In fact it was the third and last child that was a boy and that was some nine years after me.
So, everything was difficult. I hated growing up on a farm until I was much older and then I realized that all the really hard things I'd already done. It made my adult life so much easier. In other words...I was very fortunate to be raised on a farm. Have a great day all. Big hug and lotsa lovies Ann. :)"
And the next comment is from another dear, dear friend, and supporter of Tuesday's Question, Dawn, from Twisted Sister
"Well I guess I would have to say swimming... my fear of water has been a big problem all my life. I was still in the kiddie pool while my friends were in the big kids pool! Good question Ann!"
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next comment is from Arv, at ...on the Wall
Hello Ann,
nice post. For me it was swimming but then we didnt have many swimming pools around back then :)
Have a nice day... Cheers...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next is my good friend Maunie at Mauniejames3 and Spring Wonderful spring
Hello Ann, Hmm the hardest thing for me was to keep quiet while the teacher was speaking...it's still hard for me today. My Dad and I lived with a aunt for a couple of years while my father was building a new house (my Mom and sister were living in another city) So, my Aunt helped me read when I was quite young, and no one showed me how to be patient. I was the center of attention with two aunts and an uncle and my father doting on me all the time.. (the poor child needs her mother) Not so much.. I still have a problem and I am trying to correct it..I always feel whatever someone eles is speaking about, my take on it is much more important..there I said it..I should wear duct tape on my mouth. How on earth can I learn to just be quiet while others are speaking. It's so funny...I remembwer almost day to day occurances while I lived there...yet most of the rest of my childhood is a blur...
My next comment is from Ferdc from Crazy Medical Cases, a Crazy well written and entertaining Medblog full of interesting medical cases. Ferd is also the author of The Best Parts Both blogs are great reads~
I think the hardest thing for me was simply learning how to fit in. We moved from Mexico to the USA, then back to Mexico, then back to the USA when I was in grade school. There was a lot of culture shock, language barriers, cliques, girls, you name it. A lot to get used to and I remember it as stressful. Much later in life I learned through my MBTI that I am an introvert, and that explained a lot. I eventually got along alright. And I now know that a lot of people have that same feeling of not fitting in. So I don't really feel bad about it, I just remember it was hard at the time.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Another great comment from Confused at Black Tie and Sneakers who had to get a little help from Mom~ Thanks Mom
this was long ago so I had to ask my dear mother bless her soul..apparently it was behaving..:))
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next comment is from Chelle at It Might Be Love who had the same fears I did:
For me it was learning to ride a bike and swim. Where I lived we had no good places for riding a bike (it was all hilly!) and I was afraid of falling & getting hurt (this was before bike helments were popular)
Swimming was hard for me too since we didn't have a pool or know anyone who did so I didn't go swimming enough to learn. Finally in high school they made us all swim and while I hated every second of it I finally got the hang of it.
Great question - hope you get your computer problems resolved soon!
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Thanks for reading, and don't forget I will be posting comments, along with a link back to your blog, or simply posting your comment if you're not a blogger all day Wednesday as well- since we got such a late start yesterday~
18 Comments on What Activity Was The Most Difficult For You to Learn In Childhood, last added: 6/20/2008
I was raised on a farm and being the oldest everything was difficult to learn as a kid. Bucking hay was a challenge. Building a loafing shed was a challenge. Learning my multiplication tables was a challenge. I learned everything the hard way. Why? I just don't know. My father just expected me to be born a boy and that just didn't happen. In fact it was the third and last child that was a boy and that was some nine years after me.
So, everything was difficult. I hated growing up on a farm until I was much older and then I realized that all the really hard things I'd already done. It made my adult life so much easier. In other words...I was very fortunate to be raised on a farm. Have a great day all. Big hug and lotsa lovies Ann. :)
Well I guess I would have to say swimming... my fear of water has been a big problem all my life. I was still in the kiddie pool while my friends were in the big kids pool! Good question Ann!
Sandee, What a coincidence- well, I guess it's a little different, but my family ran a boarding stables, or I should say my motehr mainly because my father was working a lot.
But she taught riding lessons and board others horses, so I sort of had the best of both worlds. Except, now I think it would have been better, or you're bond to learn more from growing up on a farm.
There's no doubt that you're challenges early on made it easier to face life's torpedos today. I'm sorry you hated it so much, I hated feeding horses and cleaning stalls, but I loved to ride, and was happy when there was any time too.
It sounds like you were as tough a child, as you are a grown -up, and yes, to me it sounds like you were fortunate.
I think hard work like that early on builds character and confidence as well; like you said you felt like things were a lot easier to do after that, or like you can make it through anything you had too.
Thanks, for another wonderful contribution to Tuesday's Question and for sharing more about yourself. :))))
Huge hug and lots of lovies, my friend.
Oh, and by the way it made me feel so good when you did your big laugh at my duck post.
I know you think it's funny when you write, Bwahahahahahaha. :))
It made me happy all day, and boy did I have one of those days.
Dawn, Next to the jump rope incident, swimming was mine too. The water was so deep and mysterious.
And bless you- I know your heart must've sank every time anyone mentioned swimming, mine did for a long time, but I finally learned.
Although it was later than most of my other friends, same with the bicycle, I was a late bloomer on that one as well.
Thank you again too Dawn, for another great Tuesday's Question comment. I'm sorry I was so late today, and I love both you and Sandee anyway, but you two showing up here, now, makes me love you that much more.
I've always told my mother I'm a good judge of character.
Now, I'm going to post your answers~
Have a great evening, or day tom, whichever it is when you read this, because I'm behind on comments too.
Hello Ann, Hmm the hardest thing for me was to keep quiet while the teacher was speaking...it's still hard for me today. My Dad and I lived with a aunt for a couple of years while my father was building a new house (my Mom and sister were living in another city) So, my Aunt helped me read when I was quite young, and no one showed me how to be patient. I was the center of attention with two aunts and an uncle and my father doting on me all the time.. (the poor child needs her mother) Not so much.. I still have a problem and I am trying to correct it..I always feel whatever someone eles is speaking about, my take on it is much more important..there I said it..I should wear duct tape on my mouth. How on earth can I learn to just be quiet while others are speaking. It's so funny...I remembwer almost day to day occurances while I lived there...yet most of the rest of my childhood is a blur...
Maunie, You are hilarious~ What an original answer. I bet you were a handful, and I'm sure too adorable to put duct tape on your mouth. (laughing)
I love to read your comments. Because, like I said, you're so funny, and you always bring a smile to my face, or have something original to say.
Please don't ever put duct tape on your mouth. That would make the world a much cooler darker place.
You probably remember living with your Dad and your Aunt better, because you were happy there... Although, I have periods in my life that I remember more vividly than others and I've the slightest idea why either.
Have a great day, and thanks for commenting. I'm going to post you and Arv's comments right now.
I think the hardest thing for me was simply learning how to fit in. We moved from Mexico to the USA, then back to Mexico, then back to the USA when I was in grade school. There was a lot of culture shock, language barriers, cliques, girls, you name it. A lot to get used to and I remember it as stressful. Much later in life I learned through my MBTI that I am an introvert, and that explained a lot. I eventually got along alright. And I now know that a lot of people have that same feeling of not fitting in. So I don't really feel bad about it, I just remember it was hard at the time.
For me it was learning to ride a bike and swim. Where I lived we had no good places for riding a bike (it was all hilly!) and I was afraid of falling & getting hurt (this was before bike helments were popular)
Swimming was hard for me too since we didn't have a pool or know anyone who did so I didn't go swimming enough to learn. Finally in high school they made us all swim and while I hated every second of it I finally got the hang of it.
Great question - hope you get your computer problems resolved soon!
Ferdc, I can see where the circumstances you described would be difficult for a child period, especially for an introvert.
My son is an introvert, and it took me awhile to understand the "real" difference between introverted and extroverted. He has always been more stressed around a lot of people and new situations.
However, realizing he wasn't the only person who felt he was different and didn't fit in, relieved him of a lot of his anxiety as well.
He is now a working musician, songwriter, and performer, who often has to interact with the public. He says "that's all in it" if he wants to pursue his passion, however, he's uncomfortable at times.
Your comment, for some reason reminded me of him, although we haven't moved around much and have never been to Mexico. (Smile)
I think it makes a huge difference when we realize we're not alone in what we feel or when we feel validated about anything we're experiencing.
I love that word- validated- it's so sure of itself and has a sense of completeness- if you'll forgive my personification of a word. (Smile)
But, I think you know what I mean, if not, you know I'm a little off anyway- I'm one of those extroverts who says hello to people when they pass me by in the grocery store.
My son shutters to think of a trip with me anywhere... And I'm glad I'm not the only extrovert on earth. :))
Chelle, I see that you and I shared the same childhood fears.
I also had trouble learning to swim and ride a bike, and for some of the same reasons. Except, as far as a bike was concerned, it wasn't hilly where I lived- I was just chicken.
But, I didn't learn how to swim until my parents joined a swimming pool club one summer, and I was around water a lot- (Plus, I was thrown in the pool by a swimming instructor several times.)
I've always loved water too, especially the ocean or gulf- it's just so mysterious- I suppose like a pool is to a child.
Thank you for your comment about my computer and for stopping by to visit.
Cheers~
Ann
P.S. Just a reminder: Your comment and link will be posted in this post. :))
Ann, Our oldest son is also quiet and introverted...but...he and his wife started a band and that has brought him out quite a bit... He also went back to school after his BA and became a CPA which forces him to speak face to face with everybody.. We don't know where he comes from...if I can't find anyone to speak with I have been know to talk to trees and flowers..hubby too..anyway...ya see...I just can't stop talking...
It was swimming for me too, but not because of me. Neither of parents knew how so they never took me and were unwilling to let me go with others. It was so embarrassing when the other kids talked about swimming and they did not understand someone not knowing how.
I know won't sound at all like me, but I'll go with sex. I started too young and had no idea what I was doing. My "sex talk" with my 'rents was, "Your at the age will girls might let you touch them in naughty pllaces. Don't." My reaction, "Wow. I didn't know that." So I tried and they were right. I was pretty ignorant until they taught us stuff at school. "Oh that's what they call that"...
What is the weirdest situation you've ever been in or strangest place you've ever visited?
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Hello, and welcome to another Tuesday's Question, although I know it's Wednesday- I apologize for yesterdays inconvenience, and I hope you're back today. I usually work on my novel in the morning, and post Tuesday's Question later, that is, after I've racked my brain a few hours. Although, since I missed yesterday, (due to the calf) I'm writing on my blog in the morning, and you know I feel a little out of sorts, but it's a nice feeling of displacement, like I've just rearranged the furniture or something.
Which brings me to the topic of this Tuesday's Question, which is, What Is The Weirdest Situation You've Ever Been In Or Strangest Place You've Ever Visited?
Because the question suggests feeling out of sorts. Although it's the kind of "out of sorts" or unfamiliarity you feel when you're in a weird situation or in a strange place. The "This is weird and I don't know what to do" kind of feeling, that suddenly makes you wish you had a compass or had paid attention in Indian Guides, but it's too late. Yep, it's just you and the weirdness, knowing you will laugh about it later, but that nothing can help you in the meantime...
Here's the weirdest situation I've ever been in, although I've also witnessed some strange places, but this is by far the weirdest predicament:
It's a situation I found myself in with my maternal grandmother years ago...
"Tell her it's you" my brother whispered, as we made our way up the steps and through the door to her porch.
"I heard you Stuart" my grandmother said from her favorite chair on the front porch.
"Oh, hey Nana, we thought-"
"I was inside" my grandmother said finishing his sentence."
"What's this "we" I interjected.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ann"
"Yes you do, you told Nana that "we" thought she was inside, when I was smiling at her. Isn't that right Nana?" I laughed. My grandmother Nana smiled back at me.
"Yep, whatever you say Ann. I thought your back was bothering you?"
"It is. Mainly, when I pick Taylor up, but it's o.k.," I said, as my brother walked past us to bring my grandmothers groceries inside.
"Well, that baby is getting too big for you to lug around all day. But, I think I found something that will help your back, so I ordered it from a magazine at the beauty parlor. It's a back massager and it just came in the mail the other day. I think it will do wonders for your back, come and see." My grandmother said as she crossed the front porch to go inside the house.
I dutifully followed her, playfully hitting my brother as he passed my grandmother and I in the living room, before going to sit on the front porch.
"Come on honey and follow me" she said, so I followed her into her bedroom.
When I saw my grandmothers "massager" I think I swallowed my tongue and I know my face was turning different shades of purple, but she didn't notice, she was too excited about her accomplishment. And I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was a massager alright, but not for backs....
Then, she said as she was taking the wrapping off, "Let's go into the living room and I'll massage your back on the couch."
O.K. I had recovered my tongue the first time, but this time I believed I swallowed it forever, or bit it because it was too thick for me to talk. I could see my brother walking back and forth on the porch, so I tried to get his attention, but it seemed impossible. Although, because it was summertime, the windows and drapes were open, so I keep talking out loud, saying things like, "Nana, are you sure this massager is used for backs? I mean, isn't it shaped kind of funny? I've never seen a massager shaped like this, I mean it looks, well, it looks like a banana."
That's when I knew my brother was ease dropping because he started laughing after he heard my description of the novelty my grandmother picked up from a magazine. And unfortunately, she didn't see the correlation between my hesitation to have a back massage and my brothers hilarity.
"Oh for Pete's Sake, just sit down Ann, it's not going to hurt. For crying out loud, I was thinking of you, and you aren't the slightest bit grateful, just sit still"
(More laughter from my brother)
So there I sat, tied to a stake, and listening to the hum of the motor as my grandmother manipulated the massager across my back. But, at least I had the added benefit of my brother's laughter from the front porch to entertain me. He kept pretending he was on the phone, and of course my grandmother was too busy playing Chiropractor to notice.
She keep asking me, "Now, how does it feel? Does it feel better here or here?" at which point my brother would burst into hysterics, because I could see him, and she couldn't.
I can still see his head bobbing up and down behind the window from bending over in laughter. This made it more difficult for me not to laugh, although at the same time I felt bad for her, so I never told her the truth about her beloved discovery.
My family hid the massager from her because she would bring it out to show people from time to time. The last time I saw it she was showing it to a home health nurse who helped me hide it again.
My grandmother was a bright intellect woman all her life, even when she got older. She was a retired social worker, who managed three acres and reared two children on her own. She just didn't know that kind of massager existed, and if she did, she wouldn't have expected to see it advertised in a magazine. In addition, telling her was not an option. My grandmother was a proper southern lady with nothing but dignity and guts, therefore we kept her secret safe within our southern haven- until now- So shhh... In any event, it was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me.
The things we do for family.
Now it is your turn ladies and gents, What Is The Weirdest Situation You've Ever Been In Or Strangest Place You've Ever Visited?
Remember, I will post your comments throughout the day and into the evening. I have to go and wrestle the calf that keeps pestering me into a stall where he belongs and I have a doctors appt. today. But I will leave my comments unmoderated, and will read and posts your comments as soon as I return. All of you mean a lot to me, and I love reading what you write each week. (you know who you are) Please excuse my absence yesterday and being in and out so much today. I appreciate your patience.
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My first commenter is from a dear friend and skilled professional at Tuesday's Question is Sandee from Comedy Plus.
Okay, I've had a very boring life because nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind. Just nothing. I did love your story though. Now that is rich. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
And my next comment came from another dear friend and skilled professional, Dawn at Twisted Sister.
LOL... no way can I beat that story! Your poor grandmother! I guess the strangest place I ever visited was my first time at my grandmother's house. I was a city kid and had never seen anything like it... it was very old fashioned with a wood stove and even had an outhouse out back. There was a daybed in the kitchen and a rocking chair. My grandmother would sit next to the stove rocking and knitting. It wouldn't seem strange to me now, but I was 11 years old the first time I saw it... and I thought it was pretty weird!
Okay, I've had a very boring life because nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind. Just nothing. I did love your story though. Now that is rich. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
LOL... no way can I beat that story! Your poor grandmother! I guess the strangest place I ever visited was my first time at my grandmother's house. I was a city kid and had never seen anything like it... it was very old fashioned with a wood stove and even had an outhouse out back. There was a daybed in the kitchen and a rocking chair. My grandmother would sit next to the stove rocking and knitting. It wouldn't seem strange to me now, but I was 11 years old the first time I saw it... and I thought it was pretty weird!
Sandee, (LOL) That's O.K. this was a hard one. Maybe something will come to you later. I appreciate you stopping by on every single Tuesday or Wednesday to answer Tuesday's Question. You're a doll and a very good friend, and Dawn and I love how you say, "Big Hug and lotsa lovies" :) So, back to you my friend~
Dawn, (LOL) I don't think anyone can't beat that story. We still laugh about it today. The funniest part though was seeing my brother through the drapes laughing. (LOL) I know I would have gotten through it much easier if he hadn't been there. I was completely mortified, as you can probably imagine. (smile)
I can see how your grandmothers house felt strange to you. It's as if you went back in time, and that would make a child feel funny, especially if it was unexpected.
You knew you there wasn't anything reason to be frightened, but your instincts were telling you that things weren't as they should be.
Great answer, I can see and feel myself there. Especially when you wrote about the daybed in the kitchen, the wood stove, and the out house out back.
And you're right, you probably would think it was cool today. It sounds like the houses behind some plantations here. Behind the "Big house." I think they were the houses of workers who weren't slaves, the slave quarters are much smaller and lined in a row, it's creepy. But, I still love to visit plantations.
You write so well. I admire how you can tell a whole story in a paragraph.
I'm going to post you and miss "lotsa lovies" posts right now.
Thank you Dawn. Huge hug and lotsa lovies. :))
Ann
P.S. I loved your comment yesterday. It made my day. :))))
Sandee, (LOL) That's O.K. this was a hard one. Maybe something will come to you later. I appreciate you stopping by on every single Tuesday or Wednesday to answer Tuesday's Question. You're a doll and a very good friend, and Dawn and I love how you say, "Big Hug and lotsa lovies" :) So, back to you my friend~
I think my visit to "The Desert of Maine" was the strangest place. An old guy gave the tour of a sand drop and stated, "If you got as much rain in the Sahara as we get here there'd be no desert. So this is the world's only true desert." It was so weird...
mauniejames3 said, on 6/11/2008 6:20:00 PM
When I was a senior in high school I had a boyfriend named "Joe"..he was my very first real boyfriend and was in college..at Christmas time we spent some of Christmas Eve at my parents and then went to Joe's..His family invited his old girlfriend because she was "part of the family" I was horrified.. they hardly spoke to me and treated her as if she really was family..it was my first encounter with deliberate cruelity...it took me a long time to get over the fact that not everyone liked me..not surprising when I broke up with him he was not at all shocked.
Maunie, I can't believe that happened to you, I've been in similar situations and it's not at all fun.
Bless your heart, and I know you were the better catch...so it was definitely his lost. I'm glad you dumped him. That was really a ruin thing to do, not only on his part but his families. The whole family sounds like they had the sensitivity of a tire. (LOL)
I don't know why I said tire that's just what came out. laughing.
Anyway, good riddance, and good-bye Joe~ Golly, that really made me mad didn't it? You must of hit a nerve somewhere, either that or I'm over sensitive.
In any case maybe Joe found a volcano to go live in. You think?
Love ya Maunie, and thanks for answering another Tuesday's Question.
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Hey diddle, diddle The cat and the fiddle. The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such a sport and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Hey Diddle, Diddle, my son's favorite nursery rhyme, was playing in my head when I woke up this morning. This rhyme reminds me of all the unpredictable and humorous moments in life- the kind of moments I usually have in the morning. Because in the morning when I'm barely conscious, I try to perform tasks my mind and body are incapable of grasping, that is, until I have a few cups of coffee.
This morning was pretty nice except, I had another attack of writer's block concerning Tuesday's Question. And then, I thought of the nursery rhyme and it hit me, why not ask you, "What Was The Worst Morning Of Your Life? Or the most unpredictable?
My answer is an excerpt of a post I wrote about one of my worst mornings in August of 2007. Hence, if you're a new reader, you can click on this link to read the whole story about that morning, or just get the idea of the ending from this excerpt.
Here it is, and then, it will be your turn...your answers will be posted today and tomorrow due to my tardiness.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My most unpredictable Morning linked here
My cat, Simon, insists on eating the instant I open my eyes, so this morning I climbed from my uncomfortable bed and delivered Mr. narcissism his breakfast. I fumbled around in the kitchen, my eyes barely focused, and my mind in a dreamy haze, searching for the cat’s breakfast, and listening to his chorus of, MEOW, MEOW, and MEOW. Why do cats pretend you cannot hear their loud meowing instructions? They just keep meowing when you are moving as fast as you can, which I was doing while trying to remember what I keep forgetting at the grocery store.
Hence, there I was moving as fast as I could when I sliced the top of my right hand, spooning the contents from the bottom of a cat food can.
I saw the blood before my brain could register the pain, so I didn't panic, I just stared at the back of my hand thinking about the rest of my day. I ran to the bathroom and put my hand under cool running water, thinking about my immediate future as I watched the blood wash away.
Mothers cannot have cuts on the top of their hands, we simply do not have the luxury of an injury, even a small injury. Families depend on Mom in special ways, even Mom's with adult children. (empty nest syndrome sufferers.)
Consequently, I envisioned my whole house of cards tumbling down, and my family crumbling to pieces, all because of a small cut on the back of my hand.
After running cold water on the cut, to stop the bleeding, I searched the medicine cabinet with my left hand for a band-aid, but I could not find one...
While frantically searching the cabinet with my good hand, I tried to move the injured hand away from the running water, but the bleeding was profuse, so I quickly put it back under the cool water splashing out of the bathroom faucet. I couldn't believe I was stuck at the mercy of my of my bathroom faucet, just because I couldn’t find a band-aid.
And I still could not remember what I keep forgetting at the grocery store, whereas, I clearly remembered what it was the night before...what an unpredictable morning.
To my regular readers: Do you remember the name of this post?
And to all of you, What was your worst or most unpredictable morning?
As soon as I saw this question I remember the worst morning of my entire life. It was September 11, 2001. I remember getting out of the shower and turning on the television to catch the morning news before I went to work. I couldn't believe the images that I saw. It just couldn't be. This cannot be real. Someone is playing an awful joke.
Hubby was still in the shower and I told him what was happening and he just stared at me for the longest time. He quickly got out of the shower and we both dressed as we watched the horror unfold.
I was the commander of the Honor Farm that housed around 300 male inmates. Most of these inmates were on work details all over the county. I remember calling the Operations Sergeant and having him pull all the inmates back in to the farm. We just didn't know what else may happen.
I remember going to a meeting with all the rest of the managers and the Sheriff that afternoon and I was still in a fog. I think we all were. We needed to brief the Sheriff on our resources and contingency plans in the event we suffered the same on the West coast. We knew what we needed to do, but we were in disbelief none-the-same.
Of all the many weird mornings that I've experienced, 911 is hands down the worst morning of my entire life. Those photographs and news footage will forever be part of my being. Bless all the families that suffered such loss of family, friends and co-workers.
~Stunning post Sandee, thank you~ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You know, I'm going to have to be careful about who follows me on Tuesday's Question.
Because the first two comments I've received are so articulately written, it makes me look kind of like a silly chump.
In next comment Ferdc at Crazy Medical Cases writes about an interesting and unexpected morning from his childhood, in a stylish prose that pulls you in for more. Just read this:
My response is more in the "unpredictable" category, and I have been thinking about this because my father and I just reminisced about it the other day.
Most of our extended family live in Mexico City. I remember the day my grandfather died. I was awakened with the bad news very early in the morning, having no idea I would not see a bed or sleep again for the next 48 hours. As they do not embalm in Mexico, the deceased person is buried within a day's time. Between the death and the burial is a real wake, all day and all night, as family gathers from wherever they might be. Well, we were in Toledo, Ohio. My father told us he was finding a flight and leaving right away. I told him I wanted to go with him, and so I did. A few hours later we were on a plane in Detroit. A few hours after that, I was in a funeral home in Mexico City. From then on, I was with my cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. for the rest of the day and all night. We cried, we laughed, we caught up, we told old stories. The following morning, with everyone finally gathered, we left for the burial site, in another city. It was a horrible, memorable event, especially watching my father weeping as he literally shoveled dirt into my grandfather's grave. Perhaps this was all the more emotional because we were plain exhausted by that time. We eventually made it back to Mexico City, settled into more conversation, until we all collapsed, about 2 days from the onset of this trip.
Yep, I think this qualifies as one of the most unpredictable days of my life.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My next comment is from my dear friend Speedy at Speedcat Hollydale Page
Another excellent answer as well as example of good writing...thanks Speedy...
[8 Stories]
The worst?? I can think of the saddest ... but I would rather go with "worst". I woke up to find myself burried under 5 feet of snow! This was an important day, and I needed to get on the road. There was no plow in the parking lot, and the only way to get to the road was shovel. I shoveled for 4 1/2 hours to get my car out. Of course, me being me, I tried to do a half hazzard job and just got stuck ... once, twice, three times. It seemed I had used my last bit of strength, and was covered in sweat as the cold winds blew on my face as the victory moment occured. The plow also came at that very moment, and did what I did in 15 minutes. I could have just waited. This blizzard was on Halloween night in 1992 in Minnesota. Ask anyone from this area about that storm, and they will have a similar story to tell as well!
9 Comments on What Was Your Worst Or Most Unpredictable Morning?, last added: 6/4/2008
As soon as I saw this question I remember the worst morning of my entire life. It was September 11, 2001. I remember getting out of the shower and turning on the television to catch the morning news before I went to work. I couldn't believe the images that I saw. It just couldn't be. This cannot be real. Someone is playing an awful joke.
Hubby was still in the shower and I told him what was happening and he just stared at me for the longest time. He quickly got out of the shower and we both dressed as we watched the horror unfold.
I was the commander of the Honor Farm that housed around 300 male inmates. Most of these inmates were on work details all over the county. I remember calling the Operations Sergeant and having him pull all the inmates back in to the farm. We just didn't know what else may happen.
I remember going to a meeting with all the rest of the managers and the Sheriff that afternoon and I was still in a fog. I think we all were. We needed to brief the Sheriff on our resources and contingency plans in the event we suffered the same on the West coast. We knew what we needed to do, but we were in disbelief none-the-same.
Of all the many weird mornings that I've experienced, 911 is hands down the worst morning of my entire life. Those photographs and news footage will forever be part of my being. Bless all the families that suffered such loss of family, friends and co-workers.
Oh Sandee, in all seriousness, it was the worst morning for all Americans, and you wrote a magnificent reenactment of you and your husbands reaction that morning.
I can only imagine how terrifying it would have been to be a police officer at that moment, it was scary enough just being an American, and I think I'm still in a fog, or state of denial.
I know I answered this question lightly, however there is no doubt that I agree with you, and I thank you for writing such an excellent comment. I'm going to post it now my dear friend and fellow countryman.
I love you Sandee, and thanks for always being here to support Tuesday's Question.
My response is more in the "unpredictable" category, and I have been thinking about this because my father and I just reminisced about it the other day.
Most of our extended family live in Mexico City. I remember the day my grandfather died. I was awakened with the bad news very early in the morning, having no idea I would not see a bed or sleep again for the next 48 hours. As they do not embalm in Mexico, the deceased person is buried within a day's time. Between the death and the burial is a real wake, all day and all night, as family gathers from wherever they might be. Well, we were in Toledo, Ohio. My father told us he was finding a flight and leaving right away. I told him I wanted to go with him, and so I did. A few hours later we were on a plane in Detroit. A few hours after that, I was in a funeral home in Mexico City. From then on, I was with my cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. for the rest of the day and all night. We cried, we laughed, we caught up, we told old stories. The following morning, with everyone finally gathered, we left for the burial site, in another city. It was a horrible, memorable event, especially watching my father weeping as he literally shoveled dirt into my grandfather's grave. Perhaps this was all the more emotional because we were plain exhausted by that time. We eventually made it back to Mexico City, settled into more conversation, until we all collapsed, about 2 days from the onset of this trip.
Yep, I think this qualifies as one of the most unpredictable days of my life.
Yep Ferdc, I think that day would most definitely qualify as a most unpredictable day.
And your answer qualifies for an extremely well written comment.
I enjoyed reading about Mexico's ritual for burial. I had no idea, and arrogantly assumed burials in Mexico were much like the United States. You didn't say how old you were, but that trip would be exhausting for an adult, (for instance your father), much less a young boy.
However, it's great that you went because it sounds like an enriching experience for your whole family, and I bet you were a comfort to your father. Well done, and I can't wait to post your comment.
Geez, you and Sandee have made a real chump out of me on this question. (LOL)
I'm going to have to start answering after your comments. (Smile)
Have a great evening and as always thanks for participating in Tuesday's Question.
The worst?? I can think of the saddest ... but I would rather go with "worst". I woke up to find myself burried under 5 feet of snow! This was an important day, and I needed to get on the road. There was no plow in the parking lot, and the only way to get to the road was shovel. I shoveled for 4 1/2 hours to get my car out. Of course, me being me, I tried to do a half hazzard job and just got stuck ... once, twice, three times. It seemed I had used my last bit of strength, and was covered in sweat as the cold winds blew on my face as the victory moment occured. The plow also came at that very moment, and did what I did in 15 minutes. I could have just waited. This blizzard was on Halloween night in 1992 in Minnesota. Ask anyone from this area about that storm, and they will have a similar story to tell as well!
(laughing) It's too bad there aren't schedules for snowplows, but I guess they don't put out a schedule during a blizzard, right? ( As you can see this "Scarlett" doesn't know squat about snow)
Therefore, I cannot imagine being covered under five feet of snow. I just cannot imagine it...how scary.
It's a good thing the plow came before you passed out under five feet of that fluffy ice.
It sounds like a bad morning...8 stories , huh?
Yep, I probably could ask this same question a few more times.
Like I said, mornings, like days are unpredictable. I guess that's why we count our blessings. I say we bank them~
Cheers my friend, and thanks for answering another Tuesday's Question.
Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. I'm sorry it's so late in the day, but because I want to keep Tuesday's Question original, the train doesn't always come in on time- meaning, I had to push the big writers block out of my way- so please forgive my tardiness and enjoy this weeks inquiry into your lives. (the picture to your right is Speedy in disguise)
What physical characteristics would you use to tell a fellow blogger picking you up at the airport how to find you without the benefit of a sign?
What about you would stand out in addition to your eye and hair color? What type of clothing would you be wearing? What kind of disguise will you use? For example, how would I know it was you reading this? (And I know a lot of you) Would you be the blue- eyed brown-haired man with a yellow hat holding a monkey? No, that's Curious George's father, and I would know Curious George's father, but how would I know my blogging buddies?...Sandee? Bud?Dawn? Misty?Speedy? Maunie Ferdc? Aussie?
In addition, what if I sent someone in my place to pick you up, how would I describe you to them?
Here’s how you would know it is me: I’m 5’7 with light brown hair and green eyes.I would be wearing big sunglasses, like Jackie-O's that I never take off when the sun is out. (My friends laugh at my glasses but I will still have them on if the sun is out)
I’m not fat or skinny and I’ll have on blue jeans and tennis shoes, (converse high top/ pink in color) Also look for a big straw hat with a big daffodil stuck in the side. (That way you’ll really know it’s me, well… that and the shoes.)
If you think you've spotted me, be sure and shout my name, because it may appear as though I have my head in the clouds, when in fact, I will be searching for directions on the airport signs.
Because, I can’t see where I’m going behind the Jackie O’s and my purse will be falling off my shoulder as I try to keep up with where I am…
Oh, and my sense of direction is not so hot, so I might not be where we said we would meet…hence the daffodil.
Now, how will I know it’s you?
The First Blogger's comment has been published:
From my wonderful friend Dawn at Twisted Sister (who I think I would accidentally run over, otherwise I think I could find her :)
Hilarious! I could actually see you! You would know it's me because I'd probably be the smallest person in the airport! Seriously... 5ft 2" with reddish blond hair and blue eyes... about 105lbs. I'd be dressed in jeans for comfort and if that's not enough to find me... I guess I would have to carry a sign for back up!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And another esteemed colleague as well as great friend tells us how to find her at the airport.
Wow, this one is more difficult. What we think we are may not be so. Requires honesty.
I'm 5'8" tall and in my mid 50s. Don't look for gray hair as I cover that up. Look for short sandy blond hair with blonder streaks. Check my nails and toes as they will both be done in French style or pink and whites.
Don't look for designer clothing because you will miss me altogether. Jeans, sandals and a polo shirt is my favorite clothing. I wear glasses all the time and if I don't I won't ever find you.
I'm neither skinny or fat either and wear a size 12. My eyes are blue and I never wear lipstick. I wear a gold wedding band and no other jewelery. I have a pretty good tan right now so look for that California girl (old lady) tan. In the summer my polo shirts usually have something to do with boating, so look for Delta Marina Yacht Club or Anewatee (name of our boat) and you've found me.
I'm not much of a smiler, but I'm friendly. I will make direct eye contact with you at some point as that is just me. I will be focused on finding you and will make every effort to do that in the least amount of time.
If all else fails I will be the one with the handsome husband with a full head of white hair. He's 6'2" and slender. He has a matching gold wedding band and also wears glasses. We usually wear matching polo shirts so that should make us easy to find. Mostly he's spotted long before I am. Well, if a woman is waiting for me to find them that is.
Great question Ann. Had to really critique myself for this one. Have a great day. Big hug. :)
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Blue eyes; short, curly, sandy hair; slim; somewhat funky wire rimmed glasses. I'll be easy to recognize as the one staring down at my feet to make sure I don't trip over anything.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After reading FeeFiFoto's comment I thought about how myself, Dawn, Sandee and her husband, and FeeFiFoto would find each other in the airport. Well, actually Sandee and her husband would find Dawn, FeeFiFoto, and me rolled into one...That is, after I've plowed over Dawn from looking upward and Dawn and I crash into FeeFiFoto looking downward....
Yes, it seems we're doing a fine job so far of finding each other in an airport- (Thanks of course to Sandee and her husband.)
The next comment is from Robert at Roberts Road a dear friend and great poet, who even has a book out, so check out his blog linked above for more info...in the meantime for all of you fans out there, here's how you can spot him in the airport:
I;m easy to pick out..six one and I will have a red baseball hat on..my pic is the profile so It would be easy..just look for the fashion disaster leaning against the concrete pillar...:)))
The next comment is from Ferdc a blogger with some hilarious stuff going on and good blogging friend from Crazy Medical Cases
Oh boy. Too much honesty around here. You know, Annie, that's why God made avatars, so we don't have to answer these questions! ; )
I am healthy looking 53 y/o, 5'8", of medium athletic build, with thinning dark hair which I don't color, brown eyes, and if you're picking me up during the day, I'm likely to have sunglasses on top of my head. Traveling, I'll probably have my tan teardrop man-purse over my right shoulder. I'll have jeans on, and either a polo shirt or some other casual shirt. I'll probably look happy and relaxed, as I always do when I travel, which I love to do.
Like Sandee said, if I'm with my spouse, you'll notice her first. Princess Gail has blonde hair and a regal demeanor. All eyes, men's and women's, are usually on her wherever we go. Hey, maybe that's why I'll look happy!
I'm glad that both Ferdc and Robert showed up (although Robert could've been a "fashion disaster leaning against the concrete pillars" because they could help untangle Dawn, FeeFiFoto, and I, and Ferdc had a good idea- that if we ever decide to meet at an airport, we should decide where in the airport to meet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next, we heard from Speedcat Hollydale, at Speedcat Hollydale Page who didn't just send in a written description of himself, he sent in his disguise in a photo. I don't know what the rest of you bloggers and bloggettes think, but I think we could meet by a poster of this photo or just meet by Speedy dressed in his disguise as the poster.
Anyway, I posted the Speedcat's picture at the top of the post, so that in the off chance our little Fantasy Island Trip ever takes place, we'll have some ideas of what Speedy looks like...plus a possible place to meet. You know a familiar face- (Also, shhh....but I read that Speedy is running for senator so check out his link)
Here's Speedy's first, I mean second comment he posted with his photo. It said My Look Alike (the disguise) with the photo: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My Look Alike
he heeee
Here's Speedy's first comment:
Well, I look just like Tom Selleck, except not that good lookin, with less hair!
This strikes me as funny, because my photo gets plastered all over everywhere. I could just say, "Google Speedcat" ... and you would able to find me easily ~ that or look for a shoe made by PUMA.
6' 1", 240 pounds, brownish hair, beard, moustache, walks like a cowboy with slightly bowed legs, talking to himself or singing, wears glasses but looks over them when speaking to someone. Smiles at EVERYONE.
And of course my dear friend Maunie, who thought I forgot about posting her comment, although I asked her in the post to come and tell me what she would look like...
I think Maunie and I would run into each other too...(smile)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anyway, Mauniejames has many blogs, so I decided to link toSpring Wonderful Spring for this comment:
Hey Anne, You would know me anywhere..I am constantly smiling..at anyone and everyone..I'm sort of medium..five foot six with redish hair or some shade of red I have been wearing for almost 40 years...
I used to be so stylish but if I am traveling I would not feel comfortable wearing my usual jeans and shirt..I may dress up in slacks and a nice top..with loafers and my real designer bag I bought at a thrift shop..
I wear glasses too and always wear my sun glasses when traveling..I will have Penny in her carrier and she is the most beautiful calico cat ever...I am NOT bringing hubby!
So look for a women with a big smile..light brown eyes..short red hair carring the worlds most beautiful cat...and of course, a large plant of some sort because I love plants and try to get everyone into them..no big sign for me...I would know you anywhere..
Oh Yeah I love gold and will be wearing two earrings in each ear.. two necklaces and at least three gold bracelets..hubby is always telling me not to wear so much because the prices on gold have gone up so much that they could be stolen...oh yeah? just try it!!!
I love this one Ann...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Here's another comment from Maunie and a link to MaunieJames3 a link to another blog James
Oh Ann...I did not see my comment or your answer...did you throw me away? I am really not that bad..okay now I'm starting to look just like my Mom but my youngest granddaughter looks sort of like me and she is beautiful..honest not that bad..I modeled a hundred years ago...really I'm still not bad and have great legs..just give me a chance Ann..you would like me I promise....you truly would...I like you!!!!!
May 28, 2008 8:49 AM
This is when I think she thought I threw her away. (LOL) Thank you Maunie~ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My next commenter is another friend I've known since I first started blogging.
Aussie at Aussie Cynic, which by the way is an hilarious and fun blog to visit.
oi Anne....... you missed me... hehehhehe.. I would describe myself like this.. 5'5" blonde (my hair will be messy because it flies away with the slightest breeze). I will be wearing jeans, and a long shirt, and will be the loud Aussie normally accompanied by hubby and daughter she has amber hair... I think you find us... but you would probably hear me coming long before you see me... hehehehehe
Thanks to everyone who participated in this Tuesday's Question, I laughed until tears rolled from my eyes. I think this question is the best one we've had so far and although it was a little hard to keep up, I enjoyed posting the comments as they came in or as close as I could get to when they were posted.
I will stop posting the comments for this Tuesday's Question at 6:00 pm central time today, which is Wednesday, but I hope you will still leave a comment, which everyone reads as well and I will reply too. But it's not 6:00 pm so I don't know what I'm blabbing about~ Until the next time...
I just realized that I left out a comment by Marie, although I'm not sure which blog to link it to because the link didn't come through...the comment just said Marie.
Thank you Marie, and at least we will know how to find you when we leave for our trip~ I don't know how this turned into a trip, (-> :)) but at least we'll know how to find you at the airport.
Here's Marie's comment:
I'd tell them I will be wearing a red/yellow hat (something bright!) and a pink ribbon tied to my left arm (or something original, that not many people would be doing!). Hopefully then I'll stand out of the crowd.
And definitely an obvious meeting point would also help :)
23 Comments on How Would I Know You? Describe Yourself To A Fellow blogger Sent To Pick You Up At The Airport Sight Unseen, last added: 5/31/2008
Hilarious! I could actually see you! You would know it's me because I'd probably be the smallest person in the airport! Seriously... 5ft 2" with reddish blond hair and blue eyes... about 105lbs. I'd be dressed in jeans for comfort and if that's not enough to find me... I guess I would have to carry a sign for back up!
Wow, this one is more difficult. What we think we are may not be so. Requires honesty.
I'm 5'8" tall and in my mid 50s. Don't look for gray hair as I cover that up. Look for short sandy blond hair with blonder streaks. Check my nails and toes as they will both be done in French style or pink and whites.
Don't look for designer clothing because you will miss me altogether. Jeans, sandals and a polo shirt is my favorite clothing. I wear glasses all the time and if I don't I won't ever find you.
I'm neither skinny or fat either and wear a size 12. My eyes are blue and I never wear lipstick. I wear a gold wedding band and no other jewelery. I have a pretty good tan right now so look for that California girl (old lady) tan. In the summer my polo shirts usually have something to do with boating, so look for Delta Marina Yacht Club or Anewatee (name of our boat) and you've found me.
I'm not much of a smiler, but I'm friendly. I will make direct eye contact with you at some point as that is just me. I will be focused on finding you and will make every effort to do that in the least amount of time.
If all else fails I will be the one with the handsome husband with a full head of white hair. He's 6'2" and slender. He has a matching gold wedding band and also wears glasses. We usually wear matching polo shirts so that should make us easy to find. Mostly he's spotted long before I am. Well, if a woman is waiting for me to find them that is.
Great question Ann. Had to really critique myself for this one. Have a great day. Big hug. :)
Oh no, Dawn, no signs. (LOL) Can you see us trying to find each other without any signs? We would resemble the blind leading the blind anyway, (laughing)much less without the help of a sign... I could see you too, except, I didn't know you were so tiny.
I don't think I could find you...for one thing I'm 5'7 and another I would be looking up for directions with these D* glasses I have and this purse that is so big it won't stay on my shoulders...on second thought Dawn I would run you over....(LOL)
Yes, if we ever decide to meet at the airport, you must bring a sign. (Smile)
Excellent answer Sandee. I can't believe I forgot about mannerisms.
Well here's a few: I will automatically take my sunglasses off upon approaching you, and look you in the eye too. (upbringing) (my father hates sunglasses) I'm a high strung personable smiler who loves people.
Thank goodness you would stay focused on finding me and that you would bring your 6"2 husband, because I would be lost, but I guess I already wrote that.
Great description of both you and your handsome hubbie. Fantastic imagery Sandee~ I could see you and your husband walking through the airport.
I came up with this idea from one of my writing exercises on developing characters and you're right, it requires honesty.
You're so clever, and you did a great job. Thanks for participating~
Lots of love and now I will send your comment up to the publishing department to join our other esteemed colleague Dawn. :))
Blue eyes; short, curly, sandy hair; slim; somewhat funky wire rimmed glasses. I'll be easy to recognize as the one staring down at my feet to make sure I don't trip over anything.
I;m easy to pick out..six one and I will have a red baseball hat on..my pic is the profile so It would be easy..just look for the fashion disaster leaning against the concrete pillar...:)))
Oh boy. Too much honesty around here. You know, Annie, that's why God made avatars, so we don't have to answer these questions! ; )
I am healthy looking 53 y/o, 5'8", of medium athletic build, with thinning dark hair which I don't color, brown eyes, and if you're picking me up during the day, I'm likely to have sunglasses on top of my head. Traveling, I'll probably have my tan teardrop man-purse over my right shoulder. I'll have jeans on, and either a polo shirt or some other casual shirt. I'll probably look happy and relaxed, as I always do when I travel, which I love to do.
Like Sandee said, if I'm with my spouse, you'll notice her first. Princess Gail has blonde hair and a regal demeanor. All eyes, men's and women's, are usually on her wherever we go. Hey, maybe that's why I'll look happy!
Robert, I should have known you'd be easy to spot, but not if you're leaning against a pillar. You're going to have to be out there somewhere anyway looking for Sandee and her husband because they will their hands full. (laughing)
Plus, what if a lot of fashion disasters with red baseball caps on are also leaning against the concrete pillars? What then? (lol)
I'm publishing you next, that's right in a minute. I changed Tuesday's Question to publishing the comments in real time. Or sort of real time. (smile)
Ferdc, you and Princess Gail sound like a handsome couple too, so now we have two handsome, level-headed couples meeting us- thank goodness, because if you've been reading along, Sandee and her husband need some help. We did have Robert but he is leaning against a pillar somewhere.
And you brought up a good point, where are we going to meet? That was clever...that must be why princess Gail keeps you around...
(Smile)
Actually, in all seriousness everyone sounds just like I would've imagined them and I appreciate the honesty.
All of you did a great job of describing yourselves.
Well everyone...except...well, that doesn't matter. (smile)
Well, I look just like Tom Selleck, except not that good lookin, with less hair!
This strikes me as funny, because my photo gets plastered all over everywhere. I could just say, "Google Speedcat" ... and you would able to find me easily ~ that or look for a shoe made by PUMA.
6' 1", 240 pounds, brownish hair, beard, moustache, walks like a cowboy with slightly bowed legs, talking to himself or singing, wears glasses but looks over them when speaking to someone. Smiles at EVERYONE.
I'd tell them I will be wearing a red/yellow hat (something bright!) and a pink ribbon tied to my left arm (or something original, that not many people would be doing!). Hopefully then I'll stand out of the crowd.
And definitely an obvious meeting point would also help :)
oi Anne....... you missed me... hehehhehe.. I would describe myself like this.. 5'5" blonde (my hair will be messy because it flies away with the slightest breeze). I will be wearing jeans, and a long shirt, and will be the loud Aussie normally accompanied by hubby and daughter she has amber hair... I think you find us... but you would probably hear me coming long before you see me... hehehehehe
Hey Anne, You would know me anywhere..I am constantly smiling..at anyone and everyone..I'm sort of medium..five foot six with redish hair or some shade of red I have been wearing for almost 40 years...
I used to be so stylish but if I am traveling I would not feel comfortable wearing my usual jeans and shirt..I may dress up in slacks and a nice top..with loafers and my real designer bag I bought at a thrift shop..
I wear glasses too and always wear my sun glasses when traveling..I will have Penny in her carrier and she is the most beautiful calico cat ever...I am NOT bringing hubby!
So look for a women with a big smile..light brown eyes..short red hair carring the worlds most beautiful cat...and of course, a large plant of some sort because I love plants and try to get everyone into them..no big sign for me...I would know you anywhere..
Oh Yeah I love gold and will be wearing two earings in each ear.. two necklaces and at least three gold bracelets..hubby is always telling me not to wear so much because the prices on gold have gone up so much that they could be stolen...oh yeah? just try it!!!
Oh Ann...I did not see my comment or your answer...did you throw me away? I am really not that bad..okay now I'm starting to look just like my Mom but my youngest granddaughter looks sort of like me and she is beautiful..honest not that bad..I modeled a hundred years ago...really I'm still not bad and have great legs..just give me a chance Ann..you would like me I promise....you truly would...I like you!!!!!
Speedy, I think you have more hair than Tom Selleck, don't you? Also, I would have guessed you for a smiler, a hugger too. Because you're very personable on the internet, I'm sure you're a really warm person.
And you know you're right, your name is plastered everywhere along with your photo. Now, we have a place to meet. I don't know if you've read any of the comments, but Ferdc suggested a meeting spot, and since we all know the Speedcat and we could pass along your picture you sent no one will get lost.
All we have to do is say "Let's meet by the Speedcat on the poster...
Speedy you saved the day, and I will be posting your picture and comment shortly. This is Wednesday, and it looks like you stopped by last night after I was off the computer, but I have you now- It's going up~
Aussie, I'm so sorry I believe a few of you stopped by when I went off line. I will most certainly get on it immediately. I would never forget about you Aussie.
You're are the greatest, and congrats on your new pups.
Maunie, (LOL) I promise I didn't throw you away, absolutely never...I requested your presence here, so that wouldn't make much sense. (LOL)
I invited you and I'm thrilled you stopped. I think you must have come by this morning and I was off-line, however now I am back. So you will be published shortly along with Speedy's photograph where we can all meet.
Hugs~ Ann
P.S. I hope this makes any sense I'm running behind and I didn't have time to proof read, sorry.
I loved this question and I love Speedy's picture. Tom Selleck? Bwahahahahaha. Awesome job Ann, by you and everyone that participated. Too fun. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
How fun was this post ... I love everyones answers, and especially Maunie's. How can you not love Maunie??? Hello Maunie!!!!!
I will definately volunteer for the meeting, and will be there in a hawaiian shirt with a black paper moustache. I think there should also be a pass code. Something like the begining to a song - to be finished be the other contact. I will dance with Sandee again, and you too if you're interested. ha haaa!!!
Super participation post. "MY Favorite" See you soon, Speedy
Wow, I love the way you enhance each comment with its own personalized commentary. That would make blogging a bit easier because as long as you had comments you wouldn't run out of material.
Hmm -- it appears that no matter how careful I'll try to be I'm still going to end up in a heap on the floor. Moral: stay out of airports. Get your Starbucks somewhere else.
Oh Ann, this question and the answers were sooo fun!!
I missed it this week, I've had all sorts of crazy life stuff happening. What's new right? :-)
I am DYING here. I thought I was the only one in the world that wore pink converse hi-tops!!! Yikes. We must be twins separated at birth. No wonder you-know-who romanced both of us. We are the same woman! LOL!
I have two pairs of pink converse, hi-tops and lo-tops. Sometimes I wear black ones too. :-)
At the airport, I'd be the six foot tall redhead with green eyes. I'm pleasantly plump and curvy but could stand to lose a few lbs. I'm generally hopelessly lost, can't see worth beans, and am carrying a purse with things falling out of it, a Starbucks coffee which I spill all over myself, and a pink cell phone so I can call and find out where you are! I hug strangers and I buy magazines at the little shop and then walk away with out it! (just did that one on a recent trip to Los Angeles!).
Have you ever felt irritable as soon as you got out of your bed, mainly because of what stares back at you in the mirror, in other words because of the way you look?You feel as if a cobweb is stuck to your face and the spider is missing, leaving you with two hands to find and remove both web and insect. Then, the mirror mirror on the wall tells you that Thing One and Thing Two have been partying on top of your head all night.
In addition, it doesn’t matter what blouse you put on it doesn’t match, fit, and it needs ironing …Then you spend thirty minutes going through your closet taking clothes off their hangers so fast that within seconds you have enough garments to make a few patchwork quilts.
Well, I've had quite a few of these kind of days and as much as I should know better, one day I decided I could remedy my bad feelings by getting a new haircut.And everyone knows that getting a haircut when you feel ugly is like going to the grocery store when you are hungry. It’s a mistake, a mistake, and a mistake, because like going to the store when you are hungry, you’re susceptible to the first thing you see on the shelf, and when you enter a hair saloon you're vulnerable to every haircut you see in one of the beauty magazines conveniently placed on the coffee table. However, digesting a bad meal is easier than living your life with a bad haircut.
Knowing this, I left anyway and instead of getting my regular hairdresser, I got Mr. “I know more about what you want than you do.”And in my weak state of mine (just like that candy bar on the grocers shelf) I thought to myself, sure I’ll try out a new hairdresser, why not, then someone will always be available.
If only we could see the future, I would have known that when I left the hair saloon, I would wish for Thing One and Thing Two again, for many reasons, golly, I would even bargain for their hairdo.
Because when I left the hair saloon I left with the most hideous haircut, I’ve ever seen in my life. A haircut I was going to have to live with for what would feel like an eternity. My hair had long slivers that resembled Shirley Temple’s ringlets.I think this man drugged me and put my head through a meat grinder~ here I was a grown woman whose hair resembled a mop.
How could someone do such a bad job on a haircut?
Evidently, this cosmetologist saw me walk in the door, and his eyes stuck to me like a laser beam, because he sensed that I needed my head examined, and he could experiment with me, oh, I was his type.I fell right into his cup of soup freely giving myself over to an unfamiliar hairdresser, because “I felt ugly that day” gee…as if that feeling was anything new…and I should be old enough to know the difference between a mood and a miracle. Well now, I even questioned if I had that ability...
“Sure, give me something new” I said as I sat dutifully in the hairdressers chair, showing Mr. hairdo guy the type of person he had in his chair- you know, one of us “feel ugly” one day types who thinks a hairdresser can make them feel better about themselves.However, he was right about one thing, I did need my head examined, just not my hair.
I wish that when he twirled me around in his torture chair admiring his work, and saying,“You won’t even need sculpting lotion…” and I saw the meat grinder Shirley Temple hairdo for the first that I could have jumped him with Thing One and Thing Two.
Sometimes I still imagine my super heroes and I whacking every bit of his hair off, mustache and all, and saying “There you see, and you won’t even have to use sculpting lotion..."
What is the Worst Haircut You've Ever Had?
12 Comments on Tuesday's Question: What is the Worst Haircut You've Ever Had?, last added: 5/16/2008
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. :)
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!!!
Misty Dawn, I bet it looks good. I have a shot hair cut now and it's so much easier to deal with, although it was hard to get used too. The important thing is whether you like it or not. Let's call this a good haircut story, because I just know it looks good.
I'm glad it was a "good hair cut story" and not an awful have to live with for months nightmare.
One time, my mother had her hair permed and it looked so terrible we couldn't even tell her a white lie, and of course there was my Shirley Temple do, so I think when you get a bad one it's immediately obvious. (LOL)
Thanks for stopping by~
Huge hug~
Ann
P.S. And of course we're mentally connected. (smile)
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.
ferdc, (laughing) How thoughtful of you to bring that to the attention of my readers. (LOL)
You don't really think I have a photo of what I call the Shirley Temple meat cutter ringlets haircut do you?
But, I tell you what I'll do, with Thing One and Thing Two's help of course. I will see if I can find a hairdo that resembles the spectacular original and get back to you, o.k.? (LOL)
And I think your hair looks terrific. Because losing some of your hair will not make a difference in your looks. Sometimes us woman get the short end of the stick when it comes to beautifying ourselves.
(Smile)
Have a good evening ferdc and thanks for your suggestion. I'll see what I can do, after all, you're one of my favorite readers.
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.
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.
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! :-)
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.
When You Were A Child Who Did You Want To Be When You Grew Up?
A teacher once told me that curiosity is the basis of intelligence and I believed her then and now. Because when we ask a question we are searching for the truth about each other, our surroundings, and ourselves and thats clever.
However, keep in mind that I was an inquisitive little girl who was constantly asking questions. For example, I asked my teacher one time, “How come the Indians taught us how to grow corn after we took their land away from them?”
After which a boy in our class remarked, “Why do you let Ann ask so many dumb questions?”
Then the children in the classroom began to snicker and softly mutter, “Yeah” to their friends, at which point I wished I were a fly floating around in a stew or squished against the wall somewhere.
Hence, my teacher would say, “curiosity is the basis of intelligence” in my defense for the unkind remark, uttered by the same boy my friends and I never added to our “cute boys” list.
And look what I’m doing now…hmmm…I wish I could send my heckler a book of my Tuesday’s Questions posts~ Wouldn’t that be a gas? Because, frankly, I’ve never stopped asking questions, although I know it drives everyone around me crazy. But I can’t help it, it’s just my nature, my friends and family complain about it and wonder why I have to know everything…but I wonder why they don’t want to know more.
Anyway, if my nameless enemy received a book of Tuesday’s Questions it would probably end up on the floor to house train his dog, but let’s hope he would see my article and laugh, and be happy I kept asking questions, in addition to grateful he was never one of the top coolest guys.
But maybe he’s reading this now and wondering what today’s Tuesday’s Question will be…
Personality traits show up early in our lives that we're reminded of when we get older. For example, have you ever remembered or were reminded of a memory of yourself at an early age and thought, “that sounds like me now.” That’s because it is you, now and then, early on before you grew into your grownup self. When you were a kid you may have wondered how to act or be for others…before becoming the person you are today. You can find your authentic self in memories from childhood or anytime because now you are on the outside looking in from a different perspective.
For example, my compassion and concern for the Indians in the first grade was a real question coming from the same person who is writing this now, and I’m also the same person who would tell our house keeper when I came home from kindergarten that I had to teach the class when the teacher was sick….
It was a lie, but it was also a story, and I never knew why I felt compelled to tell these stories and have make believe friends. I knew I was going to be a writer in the first grade- I remember wanting to learn how to spell the word author and insisted on learning all about what it meant to be one.
Although, I never let anyone know because I didn’t want to be “an author” it seemed bookish and uncool- When grown-ups asked me I always made something up, like a veterinarian or teacher, etc…professions I felt others would approve of or think I could be. Many of us deny our true selves in an effort to be more acceptable to our family, community, or friends.
My brother recently sent me an article about a writer who wrote about how she lied when she was a little girl, and always wondered why- the article reminded my brother of me, and what is interesting is I think I’ve blogged about that before, but my brother never read the post. Of course, my brother does know I’m a writer, but he didn’t know I was a liar too, or did he?
The point I’m trying to make is who did you want to be when you grew up, not anyone else, just you… the true you- my brother knew the true me.
Questions are about the search for truth in others in addition to learning about ourselves.
So who did you really want to be when you grew up- I mean the real you- a farmer, drummer, cowboy, etc...
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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.
Sogeshirtsguy said, on 5/6/2008 5:23:00 PM
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.
FerdC ~ The Best Parts said, on 5/6/2008 7:21:00 PM
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! ; )
Ann said, on 5/6/2008 7:47:00 PM
Well said, as usual, and proving my point, that people often end up doing what we are truly meant to do.
In your case, it's as though you had to go through a series of jobs to find your place in the world. We're all meant to do something, and I think that something is always in our hearts whether we tap into it or not- I'm glad that you found yours because I think some people never do.
When you were writing about what women were required to do in you first paragraph, I thought about what the doctor who delivered my son told me toward the end of my pregnancy. I needed to take a few days off and cut my shifts down to eight hours as opposed to 12, which was fine with the Sheriffs Office they just needed a note from my doctor.
But when I went to get it from him he said, "This is why women shouldn't work in jobs that were meant for men. I didn't get the excuse, and had to quit working at the office.
I will never forget it Sandee. Because I spent the first six weeks home with my baby job hunting, and ended up going through every dime of my savings.
However, looking back I probably would have ended up getting someone killed, my ex-husband hated me working there so we fought all the time, etc.. Bottom line is that it wasn't what I was put on this earth to do -third generation or not.
I really believe we're all exactly where we're supposed to be or we're on our way there~ :))
I Love ya and thank you again for answering Tuesday's Question, my dear friend~
And I enjoyed reading your comment as I know others will too~
Have a good evening~
Big bear hug~ Ann
Ann said, on 5/6/2008 9:07:00 PM
ferdc, Interesting answer as well- Thank you for showing me a different way to use and look at interchangeable words, plus, I think your marksmanship improved my post. You got my point across with apparent ease, and used less space doing it.
Well, I say with apparent ease, you could have been pulling your hair out and swinging around in your office chair, but it didn't show.
Not like me, who blames it on whatever scroll box is handy. For example, "They never give you enough room to write actual words, etc..
Anyway, I also spent time thinking about 'what' in the early years, but dismissed it, then I thought about 'who' for a long long time, until I returned to 'who' again... actually I think all of our 'what's' could be 'who's' but I know what you mean. They are interchangeable, or can be the same. A writer is who or what I am and a doctor is who or what you are in a profession I mean...
But I know what you mean about how you can find out who and what you are at the same time, I did.
Thank you for a great post...I mean comment, I mean conversation...
I'm truly happy you commented on your first Tuesday's Question. I hope I didn't confuse you too bad-
Cheers~ And come back tomorrow if you have time to find out who and what people wanted to be when or if they've grown up~ :))
Have a great evening. (Smile)
Ann
Speedcat Hollydale said, on 5/6/2008 9:13:00 PM
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)
Ann said, on 5/6/2008 9:15:00 PM
Sogeshirtguy, Yeah, I keep thinking that maybe I'm grown up but when I mingle with grown-ups, I think, "What are earth are they talking about? I mean are we on the same planet?"
By the way, I like your swing set~ :))
And thanks for the comment and really cool kind words you left in my message box at Entrecard. I saw your comment, I just haven't had a chance to get back to you, so I'm going to Entrecard right now while I'm thinking about it and write you back .
Have a great evening~
Ann
Ann said, on 5/7/2008 3:49:00 AM
Speedy, Thank you, I'm glad you like the question. Yes, I agree we should pursue our dreams with the same passion we did when we were kids. You never know where the road is leading us, so if you stopped dreaming you just might miss out on something good. :))
It sounds like you've learned every sport you wanted to and enjoyed it. I don't know about you, but when I get to what I hope are pearly white gates, I want to know I had a good time and did my best- because that's what champions do- their best.
I just returned from your blog and was blown away by your kindness. It might not seem like it, but it took me forever to write a comment I was so touched. Thank you Eric.
Plus, Thanks for remembering to sing the song- I sang mine at 3:0 on Saturday and it was Yellow Brick Road, by Elton John, I don't know why, and after you left this comment I went to the store to get cat food, and because you said Carpenters, I got "Don't You Remember You Told Me You Love Me Baby." I think I might do that every Saturday, what do you think? Or what does anybody who may be reading this comment think. Well, you'll have to go back to Saturday's post to know what we're talking about I guess.
Oh well, Eric I'll try it then~
And thank you, thank you, and thank you my friend for everything~
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..
Mauniejames3, Your comment is hilarious, and I think you're definitely right, your calling has something to do with children.
It seem like people move away from their passion or dream for a awhile, but always end up gravitating back. You're grandchildren are mighty lucky to have such a devoted grandmother, and I too believe how they turn out has a lot to do with the time you spend with them.
Thanks for another great comment~ :)) And I'm sorry I'm behind on posting your comments I shall have them up sometime Thurs. I promise. I've a tone of doctors appointments lately, and it would be nice if they would go by my schedule, but when I suggested it at the appointment desk they looked at me as if I were crazy- so whats a girl to do?
Anyway, all of your wonderful comments will be posted by Thurs. afternoon.
c.r. evers, I know it really wouldn't be bad to be Indiana Jones, except for the snakes. However, I think Batman would be better, because I wouldn't have to fly or anything and the accommodation's seem better for some reason.
By the way, congratulations on your article in Kidz Wonder Online Magazine. I just read about it on your blog, but I will definitely go and read it, also I applied for a subscription.
This Tuesday's Question asks What's The Worst Food You've Ever Tasted In Public?
I posted the image of a waiter because I was thinking in terms of a business meeting or date when I wrote the question. Although, there is nothing worse than looking into the eyes of a loved one who can't cook, but has labored over their love for you, then asked; "Well, what do you think? Or "Will you taste this?"
Or what is almost worse are the dreadful holiday guests who bring recipes that are so awful your entire family remembers the experience for decades- like in the case of a post I wrote entitled The Sound Of A Slamming Screen Door. It's a long post, but if you have time it has a part in it about my grandmothers friends plum pudding. Basically it just tasted awful and my family spent most of Christmas Eve either in the bathroom sick or hiding somewhere giggling in private.
Therefore, I think the worse situation you can be in when you have to swallow something unbearable, is in the company of a family member or friend rather than someone you're accompanying on a date or even a business meeting.
Now it's your turn, what is the most awful recipe you've had to swallow? And remember to look for your comment posted tomorrow with a link to your blog- and thanks for participating...plus grab a brag badge on your way home. And as always, I can't wait to read your answers~
Have fun and happy Tuesday ~
P.S. I have a doctors appointment today, but I will reply to each comment when I return, so please know how much I'm looking forward to your answers. In addition, I left my comments off moderation, so you should be able to read and reply to each other. :))
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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. :)
Dawn said, on 4/22/2008 10:33:00 AM
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 :)
Robert said, on 4/22/2008 5:18:00 PM
having lived on the road for to many years I have so many I can't list them all..after awhile your stomach gets numb....:)))
Ann said, on 4/22/2008 11:20:00 PM
Sandee, (laughing) What's amazing is that neither of you noticed the others cheeks getting larger...(LOL)
I thought about the image of Lucy and Ethel at the candy company- both of your cheeks sticking out like a couple of chipmunks racking up on nuts.
Well, at least it tasted good and you went through it together, if that's any consolation...(LOL)
Great comment and hilarious as usual.
Huge hug~
Ann
Ann said, on 4/22/2008 11:29:00 PM
Dawn, I can't believe you did that! (ROTFL) It sounds like your sister has a great sense of humor- And you're right, it's as if your sister was waiting for you to take the plunge.
I bet you were a fun kid- sounds like it anyway...(LOL)
Huge hug~
Ann
Ann said, on 4/22/2008 11:39:00 PM
Robert, I've heard a lot of expressions about the stomach, but your stomach getting numb is a first. (LOL)
I can only imagine what your dinner choices have been over the years.
You need to invest in a good icebox or ice chest and bring some prepared healthy stuff along. Or have you already been there, done that? I hate it when people make suggestions about things they haven't a clue about...(LOL)
So sorry if I've done that, but we need you around for your poetry and friendship, therefore I thought I'd offer my expert advice.
Thanks for the comment~
Ann
girlforallstatus said, on 4/23/2008 7:08:00 AM
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?
Monique Blue said, on 4/23/2008 8:15:00 AM
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
Jennifer Robin said, on 4/23/2008 10:45:00 AM
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!
I didn't see it coming- I mean how could anyone guess they would be wrestled to the ground by a calf, first thing in the morning...then taken hostage...
Now, due to these unforeseen circumstances I have to postpone Tuesday's Question until this afternoon. However, I will definitely post it. In the meantime, click on any of the red links below...where I have my classic posts stored, the ones the calf doesn't steal, anyway- See you in a few~
Authors note: Tuesday's Question is below this post, since I was writing it when I was kidnapped...I couldn't publish it until I was free... I want to be sure you see it~ :))
Also there is more (of the truth) information about the reason for the delay in posting Tuesday's Question...
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Wrestled to the ground by a calf? I would love to hear more about this. I'll see you this afternoon pal. Hope all is well. Big hug. :)
Jay, writer Memberspeed.com said, on 3/11/2008 9:26:00 PM
I wake up every morning knowing what awaits me. But now I'm thinking that I have gotten a little too comfortable. No matter how well you know your community or yourself, there will be unforeseen circumstances that just might ruin your or make your day. Whatever happens, it's best to remain calm and address the situation with a clear mind. Even if you've been wrestled by a cow and taken hostage!
Sue said, on 3/12/2008 11:43:00 AM
Have any ransom demands been made? Should we organize a collection?
Jennifer Robin said, on 3/12/2008 10:46:00 PM
What a pleasant place to visit. I look forward to seeing more of your blog!
Ann said, on 3/13/2008 3:14:00 AM
Thank you Sandee, I'm gratefully alive, or it it, alive gratefully?
Anyway, thanks and hugs back~
Ann said, on 3/13/2008 3:16:00 AM
Jay, (LOL) My sides hurt from laughing after I read this comment, which I thank you for, by the way...I'm sorry it took me so long to respond...what with the calf and all...
Ann said, on 3/13/2008 3:18:00 AM
Sue, Thank you for your offer, but I finally offered the calf some milk and he let me go...I don't know why he didn't just ask me to begin with...silly animal-
(smile)
Thanks for visiting, and as I told Jay, sorry for the slow response.
Ann said, on 3/13/2008 3:20:00 AM
Thank you Jennifer~ I fell in love with your blog and I'm so happy to see that you visited mine. I appreciate it~ :))
Welcome to Tuesday's Question! And congratulations to the new award recipients of the You Cheer Me Up Award winners underneath this post. What is difficult about using blogger is when you want to do three important posts at once. One covers another, so I'm going to leave Tuesday's Question first for the beginning of the day, and this afternoon I have a few special friends to thank with another award to post.
Moving on, I have a nostalgic Tuesday's Question today, but it should be a fun one.
What Sound, Smell, Song, Etc, Reminds You of A Happy Moment Or Person?
You know when you're driving along the road and hear a song on the radio that reminds you of someone or something that made you happy? Or when you smell a certain perfume or go to a particular place, it evokes a happy memory ?
For example, for me it's pipe smoke. The other day in the grocery store a man was smoking a pipe and it brought back images in my mind of the happy times I spent with my maternal grandfather, and even sub-conscious observations I made about him when I was a child.
Much of what we write about comes from life experiences, imagination, sub-conscious memory, and observation. For me, stories begin as pictures or visions or memories in my head, that many times evolve into something else- but in order to paint the picture or the memory for the reader, I use my senses and sub-conscious memories, etc. like pieces of a puzzle to make up the image, and it usually brings back memories I didn't even know I remembered- if that makes any sense.
I think writing helps us with so many things in our life, because it pushes us to examine our authenticity and forces us to ask questions- kind of like I'm doing to you today. :))
Anyway, I hope you have fun pulling up memories and as usual I can't wait to read them. What smell, sound, or memory, etc... have you had or experienced this week that may have reminded you of something or someone? Here is my happy memory brought on by a man in the grocery stores pipe smoke- From that experience I remembered this...
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 newly-washed sheets one 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 my grandfathers pipe bowl snapped, cracked, and burned the tobacco inside. 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.
Thank you for participating and reading, and I hope to see you next Tuesday, until then~ I can't wait to read and post your answers~ Have fun!
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Sandee (Comedy +) said, on 3/4/2008 11:01:00 AM
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.
pilotg2 said, on 3/4/2008 4:30:00 PM
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.
Robert said, on 3/4/2008 6:14:00 PM
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 nostagia sake..
Dawn said, on 3/4/2008 6:39:00 PM
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 :)
Misty Dawn said, on 3/5/2008 9:30:00 AM
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!
Melissa & doug said, on 3/5/2008 4:21:00 PM
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.
Can't say as I've had any fashion disasters - perhaps clothes that didn't fit me as well as they should (too big) but not enough so anyone noticed.
Horrible bosses? Whoa, a few of those. the guy who barely spoke English and seemed rather pleased that he was a totally disorganized slob. I do mean slob. He would sit at his desk and eat fruit all day and throw the detritus on the floor - like inches away from the waste basket. Ewww!
Or the woman who was an "outer directed" person - meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved. Like the time she pulled her car into the company parking lot, got out without turning the car off or setting the emergency break - it wasn't her fault when it rolled backwards and smashed into another car. Now take THAT attitude and apply it to running a business.
I've got a few more but so you really want to know?
I can't think of any fashion disasters unless you want to talk about the clothing of the 80s and I don't, so I'll answer the last question since the list is pretty long.
I had a lieutenant once that would do my job for me. I would plan out the day and assigns deputies to certain details and if they didn't want to do that detail they would go to the lieutenant and he would change everything around to make all the deputies happy. It wasn't making me too happy though. I asked him not to do that but he just kept right on changing things. So, I took of my sergeants strips and gave them to him as it seems unfair for me to get paid as a sergeant when he was doing all the work. That fixed the problem once and for all. He just was a miserable lieutenant and I was so glad when he finally got transferred.
Have a terrific day and thanks for the shout-out. Hugs. :)
Grace, laughing, and I mean I'm cracking up...I love this..."an outer directed" person-meaning nothing was ever her fault even when she was the only one involved."
She sounds like my mother...
How do people live like that?
Excellent answer!
And thanks for waiting most of the day for a response, and for being such a loyal friend.
I was lost today, absolutely lost, and it surprised me. And of course my computer wasn't any help...it reminds me of my cat Simon.
You're the greatest~
Hugs~ Annie
Sandee,
Oh, your boss makes me mad...it sounds to me like he was on a power trip, and obviously not smart enough to deal with you. (Smile) That was a great comeback...
By the way, I tried to give you a shout out, but when I tried to link to your post it didn't work. It was weird Sandee, it's like I forgot how to do a permalink, and by the time I figured it out, (except I cannot get the link to highlight) I went back to find your post and I couldn't find it.
I was so upset because your post is so funny, plus, in addition to trying to give you a shout out, I truly wanted others to read the post.
Anyway, let's see if I can make a long story short. While looking for your post I found the post of mine you mentioned in your post, (Do you know I didn't even remember it?) and I finally found yours.
I wrote a small comical post after this one with the correct link to your post. I hope people get it.
In any event, like I told Grace, I appreciate your loyalty and friendship. I know some people might believe I'll never have a book out because the publishing process takes so long. However, I do have a few that will be on the shelf in a few years, maybe less, but whenever they are, and before I finish the rewrites, I will remember to include you in my acknowledgments.
Because there are many things that hardship will teach you, but one of the most important is who your friends are. Thanks for your patience and continued support.
Cheers and hugs,
Annie
Annie, it is great to see a post from you. I know what you mean about having to learn your computer all over again.
My worst boss ever was a crazy red headed lady that owned a flower shop. It was my first time to work in flowers in a professional way. I was hired to deliver flowers.
This boss had some real mental problems. She loved to go to the grocery store in her big hairy bear claw slippers with her fur coat. She wore little or next to nothing underneath. She could smooze with the rich folks and cuss like a sailor at the same time. Very to the point and not discreet, if you know what I mean.
She was a total wack job. One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy. She and her hubs fought all the time. Once she left with her bear claw slippers and fur coat and headed North. It was a year before we ever saw her again. She pretended that she did all the designs to her customers. I guess her employees were her wait staff. LOL!
Take care and I look forward to reading more post.
Hey Pam! I love this: "One minute crazy and the next minute she was super duper crazy." That is great...I know a few people like that; and I can only imagine what a horror it would be to work for one of them.
Thank you for relating to me about the computer. I was beginning to get a little worried about early senility. I still haven't figured out how to highlight a permalink.
Can you believe that? And then everything has changed so much in a relatively short amount of time.
Also, thanks for such a warm welcome. I cannot wait to start reading your blog again either.
Cheers~
Annie
Re: links. I recently wrote a post about them. See if it helps jog your memory.