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For several years now I’ve posted about regions that exist on maps, sites you could visit if you wanted to, places that can be pinpointed with latitude and longitude coordinates. I guess that’s why today I decided on a location fairly described as more myth than reality. In the sixteenth century, Spanish explorers bent on finding riches in the New World convinced themselves that there existed in what is now the southwestern United States, seven wealthy cities they collectively referred to as Cíbola, or less often Cíbula. Inexplicably setting out in the summer heat of 1540, Francisco de Coronado led the long march from Mexico to the area where he expected the cities to be. He was mistaken. “The seven ciudades are seven small towns, all consisting of the [rectangular stone] houses I describe[d earlier].” Of the seven, “each one has its own name, and no single one is called Cíbola,” he wrote in his account to the king of Spain. Today the Cibola National Forest and Grasslands encompass 2,213,591 acres of New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma.

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Ben Keene is the editor of Oxford Atlas of the World. Check out some of his previous places of the week.

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

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




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


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

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

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

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

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



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Eric from Retarded Sushi

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

March 4, 2008 2:30 PM

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

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

March 4, 2008 4:14 PM

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Dawn at Twisted Sister whose comment is hilarious wrote:

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

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

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

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

March 5, 2008 7:30 AM

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Melissa and Doug from thekidstoystore.com

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

March 5, 2008 2:21 PM

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

Have fun! :))

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


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

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

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



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

Have You Ever Had A Reoccurring Dream?


Here is mine:


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sandee From Comedy Plus


Great question Ann. This is a reoccurring nightmare though.

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

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

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

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

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Followed by Robert at Observations From The Back 40's good dream



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


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


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

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

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



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


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


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

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

I Norris at Lit(erature) On Fire



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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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



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


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

Thanks for visiting my blog, cool post. :)

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



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



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


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

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


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





From Sandee at Comedy Plus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Followed by Dawn from Twisted Sister

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


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

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

Jacksonville Stained Glass wrote;

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

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


Here is Pilotg2 from Retarded Sushi answer



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

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

Have fun!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I simply got up and walked out.

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

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

February 5, 2008 2:32 PM

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And another wordsmith Robert at Observations From The Back 40

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

Retarded Sushi

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

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

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

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

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

My First Job

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

February 5, 2008 6:38 PM

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

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

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

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



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

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


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

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

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



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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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



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


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

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


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

Ann, you have me here ... oh ohhh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The hysterical Bud at WTIT Tape Radio- The Blog


Hi Ann-

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


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

Dawn from Twisted Sister

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Astrogalaxy



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

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

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


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

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Tuesday's Question this week asked What Is Your Scariest Experience? What I find appealing about Tuesday's Question is the unpredictable answers I get each week in comments. I love this feature because it provides an inside look into the personality and experiences of the person behind the blog, in a different and fun format shared with other bloggers. In addition, it introduces bloggers to each other and the rest of the blogosphere and provides a link to their blogs.

This particular question was a touchy one because it could have gone in either a sad or funny direction, and as it turns out it did both...however, we learn and grow from painful and scary experiences, and without pain you cannot know joy, just like without true honesty you cannot know real friendship. Therefore, I think you will come away from this post with something of value from these bloggers who took the time to write about their scariest, most painful, and funny experiences- and I hope they will gain some well deserved exposure to their blogs as I've posted a link with each of their comments...

Just click on Read More, and thanks for reading...




Judy, from Sugar Queens Dream:

Ann, My most scared moment in life was when I was only 12 years old and we lived in Michigan. I woke up to see a lady standing at my bed. She was weeping and looked real sad.... she just stood there looking at me. I realized she was a spirit of some kind. I was froze and could feel myself screaming but noting was coming out of my mouth. I know some may think this not real but I swear it is. I lived in 3 haunted houses in my childhood. Later on after all the haunting and bad things that happened in these house we would learn of the horrors that happened in these house before we came to live there. I think the fact that I lived with an evil man( stepfather) who was molesting 3 of us girls probably allowed this spirit to come to us. I have heard of this sort of thing happening to families where bad things were going on.....
I could go on and on about this but I tell you I mostly don't like thinking about it.
Hugs, Judy

Mel, Monday Morning Power said...

Mine was when I was 17 and swimming in the ocean with my friends. I was caught in a riptide and before I knew it I was a quarter mile out from the beach and exhausted. I truly though that I was going to die. I am not a good ocean swimmer. Just as the panic set in I felt a hand on my shoulder and one of my friends, Lloyd, had followed me out and helped me back in.

Sandee (Comedy +) said...

Well, this is a tougher question than I thought it would be. I've been scared many times while I was still working, and that's a normal process for that type of work. Those that say they weren't scared are lying big time.

To narrow it down to my first real fright was right after I was transferred to the Men's Jail. I hadn't been there but a few short months and there was a fight between two male inmates on the 2nd floor. One of the inmates was wearing bellychains and legirons as he was going to be transported to prison. This really was a disadvantage as he couldn't fight very well wearing all the county issued stainless steel.

All I could think of at first is we don't want the guy that's wearing the stainless steel to get hurt as we were over crowded and needed his bed for someone else. So, I got right in between them trying to seperate them. I was fairly successful because neither one of them really hurt the other.

I didn't have a radio (having a shortage at the time) and I was lucky enough that another deputy was making rounds and heard me yelling at the inmates. He called for backup and soon I could hear jail keys coming from every direction. It is a very sweet sound if you are in the mix and need some help.

The fright didn't set in until it was all over. I just reacted to the situation and suffered the terrifying shakes later. That is when I was scared...When I should have been...after it was all over. I did have a nice collection of bruises here and there. Nothing serious though. The inmate that went off to prison wrote back to make sure I was okay. Go figure. Have a great day Ann. :)

Sharon from A Bookworm's Journey said...

Hi, this is my first time here, so I thought I'd just jump in.

The most scared I've ever been was really stupid, considering I've been in other situations that were much more deserving of a little scream. As a teen I lived with my parents in the middle of the Ozarks, waaaay out in the country. We moved there after dad retired from the Air Force. I drove up to the house one night very late, one or so. As I started to the house a creature came lurching and running toward me across the dark yard. I screamed and nearly wet myself. It was my brother, he came home for the weekend and I didn't know he was there. I still want to kill him when I think about it. He laughed so hard I think HE nearly wet himself.

Thanks to each and every one of you for your contributions, and please know that I returned comment in the original post.

The scariest experience I ever had was an argument with a bull one semester in college at the Louisiana Vet School in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Part of my duties was to suck up the soiled shavings from horses and cows stalls with a huge vacuum hose everyday- although in order to accomplish this task you had to remove the animal from the stall, right? Well, this sick mean bull didn't feel like getting up one day, so I climbed in the stall and shocked him with a cattle prod right in the rump, and before I had time to shout, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bull, I love you!" he threw me on the
top of the gate, where upon he repeatedly rammed his mean ugly bull head in an attempt to knock me to the ground and stomp me to death...I just knew I was going to die a glamorous death, until a Vet student in shinning armor happened along to save the day. I wonder what happened to that bull?

See ya next Tuesday, or actually I hope you visit my blog before then, what I meant was...oh, you know what I meant...

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Instead of phrasing Tuesday's Question, What is the Funniest Thing your child's ever said? I should have written "Whats the most profound, heartfelt, thought provoking statement you've ever heard your child say? Because children are genuine and teach us a lot more about life than we give them credit for, for example, one time when my brother asked my grandmother why he had to wash an apple before eating it, she said to keep you from eating a bug, in which he replied, "No it isn't Gussie, when they see my teeth they'll run away! " So you see we may have more life experience and education, but that doesn't mean we have all the answers.


I guessed I phrased the question "Whats the funniest thing your child has ever said?" because children are so literal and real, we actually find the things they say comical, but when you think about it a lot of the things they say make absolute sense, we just don't give them credit.

For my profile statement on the social web site Bumpzee I wrote, "What would the world be like if adults were as honest as children?" What I meant was when we get older we start to take ourselves too seriously, focusing more on whats happening in our lives, thereby robbing us of a sense of humility, imagination, and humor.

There is a lot to be said for the elemental mind, because without the benefit of much education or life experience, children still rely upon the heart to give direction, and our hearts are truthful, loyal, and kind.

To me the hardest part of parenting is teaching your kids about injustice without damaging their spirit or breaking their heart- because, at the bottom of every good heart is the right answer, at the right moment, and for the right reason.
You'll see what I mean when you read the words, songs, recipes, truth about teachers, and stories of running away in the words of the children my readers have written about in comments.



Here is the link to the original post with my answer to the last Tuesday's Question: What is the Funniest Thing Your Child's Ever Said, but it is a post you can read in my archives anytime.

The links to the bloggers blogs who wrote the following comments are within the blog name. After reading their comments posted you ought to treat yourself to a visit to their blogs, they are my favorites in the blogosphere. Thank you to all of you who took the time to comment. See you next week for Tuesday's next Question!


My first comment is from my great pal Dawn at Twisted Sister

Ann that's so funny because my mom always told us she had eyes in the back of her head and we believed her!
I can tell you my daughter has said a thousand funny things... I've even written some of the down... but the only thing that comes to mind right now is the time the teacher asked her to help hand out work sheets to the other kids. I told her the teacher must think she is responsible. Her reply was "oh I thought I was her servant!"

I sent that in to Reader's Digest and got paid $200! It was the only time I was ever published and they weren't even my words!

Then Colin at Life

Hi Ann, I got divorced when my daughter was 3, the following year after a fall out with her mom she packed a few bits into carrier bags and when asked where she was going she replied 'I'm going to live with my daddy because you suck and I don't like it here anymore' LOL.

I will apologise, I got tagged so as part of memes I have tagged you too, but it's up to you whether you participate.
Details here: http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/2008/01/11/love-and-hate-meme/
Have a great day,
Colin

Sandee from Comedy Plus

When my son was about 1st grade the teacher gave the class an assignment on what is the favorite thing that your mother makes for dinner. This had to include the recipe. He came up with my fried chicken and this is what I remember.

Cut up the chicken (I bought whole chickens back then because they were very cheap). Roll it in white stuff and fry for 5 minutes.

It still makes me laugh. Childrens preceptions of how we did things weren't our reality.


Misty Dawn from My Dogs Keep Me Sane That is an adorable story! I don't have any children of my own (Hubs is 12 years older than me and his children are grown). But, I love to listen to my nieces 'wisdom'...

It's too long to post in a comment, so here's the link to one of my favorites...
http://mistyswords.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids-words-sunday-sm

bud weiser, wtit at WTIT Radio Blog

I am not sure this is funny, but it taught me a lot. My son Ben (grown and married now) was around seven we he asked me a question. It seemed with both of us as Yankees fans, we had different favorite players. It was the 80's and I was a Don Mattingly fan. Ben's favorite was Dave Winfield. But he had pictures of both players, side by side is his room. One day he asked, "Dad, my firends said Dave Winfield is black. How can they tell?" So I brought him to the pictures and pointed out the different color of each man's face. Ben said, "THey really don't look different to me." I said that he was correct. It showed me predudice is taught not inherited. I will do a post on this dome day, but I had to answer your question...
Bud

Eric from Speedcat Hollydale Page
Well, because I have no children that are my own, I will have to relay my brothers son's song...

Uncle Eric, hooray for Uncle Eric
Uncle Eric, hooray for Uncle Eric
God bless Uncle Eric

This went on for a while, and as he saw we all enjoyed listening, the more he sang.

I could not believe beauty of this melody, and how nice it was. Simple yes, but I will forever remember how I laughed and smiled when I heard his rendition.

My step Grandaughter is starting to talk now. There will be many more classic moments soon I'm sure :-)

Hello Ann, hope your week is a good one!
Eric "Speedcat"

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"What's Your Favorite Christmas Memory?" I appreciate everyone's touching responses to this years last Tuesday's Question. And as always, I posted each bloggers comment along with a link to their blog. That way if you like a bloggers response you can visit their blog by just clicking on the blog name. They're all great responses from dynamite blogs so I know you'll enjoy their memories, I certainly did.

In addition, I hope you can see the above image of the gigantic blown up "Mike" the tiger, on one of my neighbors lawns.

My hometown goes crazy over Christmas lights and L.S.U. football and "Mike" the Tiger, is the University's mascot. I attended Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge a century ago, which is the home of "Mike" the live tiger on campus. There have been many Mikes over the years, in fact during the 1950's Tulane University in New Orleans painted Mike green one time and another time pranksters cut the lock on his cage, freeing the tiger for hours. I'm not sure what happened to the Mike the tiger who lived on campus when I went to school there, but I'm sure he's been replaced, since tigers don't live any where near a century.

Anyway, I thought the image might be interesting so I decided to share it...I hope can you see him, he's putting his paws up in a Christmas cheer!

Now onto my readers and friends marvelous comments:








Robert at Observations From The Back 40

Robert said...

mine will be this Christmas as my daughter and her family will be moving to New Zealand rght after...so it will be memorable....:)

Whimsy Gal at My Whimsy World

Oh, this is a fun one! One year when the Teen Queen was three and The Boy was one, we were visiting my parents and they live way out in the woods up north where it snows and by goodness, it snows a lot! So, of course, being a lil Southern gal, Miss Priss as she was known back then, was already just as excited as a bee in spring ! After much to do on Christmas Eve, we finally got her settled into bed, but not asleep, when Daddy came in and said - I have to get that young'un up and show her something. He went in and scooped her up and said, you have to be very, very quiet - I have something special to show you. He took over to the big bay window in the den and outside there were about 10 or more deer feeding on some corn Daddy had thrown onto the snow. He told her that every year, Santa brought those reindeer to his house for a little snack while he was off delivering presents to the neighbors! Her eyes were as big as saucers! Well, after a few minutes, he told her that Santa would surely be back for his reindeer soon and didn't she think she ought to get in bed and go straight to sleep because he didn't come in if children were awake. I've never seen a child go to bed and to sleep so quickly in my life!

She's never forgotten that night and for years would delight in telling her friends how she saw Santa's reindeer at her Papa's house.

I've had many special Christmases with these kids, but that one always sticks in my mind. I don't have Daddy for Christmases anymore, but remembering that one makes me feel like I do!!

Adrian at First Time Dad

Ann, the card is so cute! :)

My most memorable Christmas would be the first year our daughter was born...she was a little over nine months had two teeth and had just started learning to walk. Brings a smile to my face just writing about it! LOL

Cheers my friend and Merry Christmas! :)

Sandee at Comedy Plus
I have always been a big Christmas fan, so there have been many wonderful Christmas moments and events. There is one that has nothing to do with my family, but it was very special.

Years ago I dated a guy that worked for the governor of the State of California Pete Wilson. This guy was a director of some department so he was on a first name basis with the governor. Anyway, I was invited to the Christmas party that the governor was throwing. How exciting.

Remember, I'm a cop, but they did a background check on me anyway before I could receive the invitation. Yes, it was from the governor. It was quite something.

The party was held at the California State Railroad Museum in Old Sacramento. It was just wonderful. The food and drink were awesome and my date made sure that I personally met the governor. It was a thrill. It was just something I never thought I would ever do. I shall always remember that special night. It's the best Christmas party I've ever attended.

Dawn at Twisted Sister
Most memorable Christmas was the year I tried to dump my boyfriend and he showed up to my sister's Christmas party and threatened to commit suicide if I didn't go back to him... yup... that kinda stands out in my mind!!!

Colin at Life
said...

It has to be my daughters first Christmas at 11 months old...she took her first steps at six months and had four teeth but the look of joy on her face with presents to rip the paper off, ballons to play with and of course great fun to be had with cardboard boxes, more fun than the contents at that age. It was wonderful :)

Patois at Whee All The Way Home said;

I'm going to have to pick the old standby of my eldest's first Christmas. He was just seven weeks old, and he had more presents than any child should ever receive over a five-year period. But having a new baby in the house while celebrating the Baby being born was truly special.

And thanks for the card!

Jolly Jo T.V said;
I recommend a Christmas at Disney with the kids. It will leave you breathless (literally).

BTW...great to have back Ann!

Merry Christmas Everyone and I'll see you on the Tuesday after New Years for the next Tuesday's Question!

Have Fun!

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Read eight stories of the most obnoxious people my readers have ever met:


Everyone did a wonderful job commenting on the second to last Tuesday's Question: Who is The Most Obnoxious Person You've Ever Met however, due to an emergency I never posted the comments. (You thought I forgot didn't you?) Well, I would never forget the most beautiful people in the world- my readers. Therefore, here are the fantastic accounts of the most outrageous people my fellow bloggers have ever met, you know, those wonderful unforgettable people in our lives- or the most outrageous anyway.




Here's my hero:

I've already written one post about the most obnoxious person in my life: my first boss Harold at a chicken franchise called Chicken Coop. That post is about a time I stapled Harold's tie to his shirt while he and I made dinner orders. Experts say that people are not born mean, but Harold was. He had a big button red nose that would put Rudolph to shame, and a little mustache, so go figure. Harold had the weirdest looking face and an appearance I’ll never forget: his eyes were straight across from each other and in perfect alignment to one long eyebrow across the top of his forehead. He had a small, Charlie Chaplin-like mouth and he walked like Chaplin too, with a wobble. Oh, how Harold hated me.

Every time Harold was angry or looked in my direction, he turned three different shades of a weird purple color.

I know I wasn't an angel, but I was fourteen years old and this man screamed at me every afternoon for an entire school year. He tried to embarrass me in front of my peers, which I think was mainly because he himself was picked on in school or at home, or both.

Anyway, I'll make a really long story short: one day, when I went into work, instead of putting me behind the counter with the rest of the employees, Harold tried to humiliate me by making me water the flower beds outside the restaurant with a heavy yellow mop bucket. But he took off the wheels the bucket so I would have to carry it, and it was heavy. In fact, the bucket was so heavy it was impossible to carry, especially to water each individual plant in the flowerbed and I told Harold I couldn't do it. Therefore, after he pressed his pencil thin mustache to his face, he said, "Well, I guess you'll have to figure out that one yourself, Missy, but if you make another mistake and I write you up again, well it's time to tell your little friends good-bye" or something intelligent like that.


However, I kept my chin up and confiscated a hose from the back of the restaurant, that way I could pull the hose to the bucket, (I also put the bucket back on wheels) ignoring Harold's instructions to fill the bucket from the faucet and carry it from plant to plant.

I went about my work, right in front of the restaurant but in the middle of the parking lot. I could see my friends laughing and customers looking at me through the windows from inside.

I was so proud of myself and just knew I would finish faster than Harold expected since he didn't know I had the hose or put the bucket back on its wheels. I planned to remove the wheels after I was finished, that way he would never know. However, things didn't go as planned, (whats new?) and this is what happened instead:

I put the hose in the bucket and waited for it to fill and turned by back to keep an eye on Harold through the window, because if he caught me with the hose and the wheels it would surely blow my plan of a quick return inside the restaurant. At first everything went smoothly, I could see Harold and my friends working behind the counter- but then I saw Harold's beat red face mouthing a silent scream of bad words from behind the front window, and when I turned to look at my bucket...

I saw the hose shoot straight up through the air and wiggle down as if in slow motion onto the hood of several customers' automobiles, until it danced onto the parking lot, spraying water and zig-zagging like a snake on the cement.

I wanted to disappear, especially since I knew I was fired again anyway. What was the point of sticking around? Anyway, I could see Harold trying to get through a little trap door between the customers and employees to reach me, but he was so upset he got stuck. I could see customers as well as employees laughing at him this time as he tried to get through, his face turning the three different shades of the weird purple I mentioned.

Golly, some people are so obnoxious, and Harold was the most obnoxious person I've ever met. Who's the most obnoxious person you've ever met?

Here are my readers' and fellow bloggers' answer to this question:


Whimsy Gal at My Whimsy World
(who had trouble picking just one)

Really, can I just pick one? After working for years in the hotel/food business, I can honestly say that I have met many obnoxious people! Luckily, they are not the norm, but unfortunately, they are the ones who stick in one's mind!

So, rather than one specific person, let me share a few of my obnoxious types of people :)

People who feel that those who work in the service industries are there for the client to abuse just because they know the employee has to put up with it. The customer is always right theory can be an open invitation for this type of person to beat up on staff for no other reason than that they can.

Mothers of the bride and sometimes the groom can be the worst!! Forget bridezilla - these mommies are so stressed out they carry their stress around them like the little guy from Peanut's carries around his dirt cloud! And heaven help anyone who enters in the stress zone, for unlike a cloud of dirt, this is a cloud of nasty chomping teeth and nastiness! Of course, these gals are often soothed by a little medicinal martini or six!

And, rounding out my list, the older, usually respectable men who hold positions normally commanding a certain level of respect and honor, but who turn into drooling, guffawing 12 year olds with 10 hands all set on grabbing as much of every pretty little thing that walks by at the holiday party where they've had a few too many! These men are well known for phrases like, "Come on over here, sugar, and tell Santa what you want for Christmas!

So there you have it!

Sandee at Comedy Plus

This person jumped right out even before I read the whole post. Oh I hate this person to this day.

Around 1995 I was transferred back to the Men's Jail from Jail Programs. I was a sergeant and had time and grade so I ended up on dayshift. There was this female deputy who has always been afraid of the inmates and there she was on my first day back working control. She is a nightmare anyway and control is a vital position that needs to have a sharp person running it. Control is the heartbeat of the entire jail. This gal isn't sharp at all.

I hadn't been there 10 minutes on my first day back in about 3 years and one of the male deputies said the "f" word. The female chided him about using that word and I said, what, you can't say "f" anymore? She put me on point right there. She let me know that I would not use that kind of language around her and that she had taught another sergeant not to use that kind of language around her and she would teach me to do the same. My comment, You couldn't teach me anything.

Keep in mind that this gal used to have the biggest garbage mouth out there. Well, she found religion and she was out to fix all the badness in the world.

She also wanted out of the jail and spent a great deal of time trying to get me out of the jail, onto a different shift than hers, and ultimately she quit. I didn't budge. There were many more issues as the months wore on, but you get the drift. She was using me to try to make a case against the county so she could leave with plenty of money. Hostile work environment was her favorite term. I still didn't budge. Finally internal affairs let her have it and she quit.

I saw this WITCH once more after she was gone and she avoided me. She knew better than to say one word. I stared at her with all the hatred I could muster. Oh, and that W in WITCH is really a B. I feel better now. Good question Ann. :)

Eric at Speedcat Hollydale Page
I used to work with a guy yhat had a temper problem. He would start the day out alright, but by 1:00 PM, he would explode and become this raging madman. You could see it coming, building. I know this sounds completely crazy but it's true!
I always hated him.... I know, that's such a terrible word, but I really did. I have never since, nor never will want to meet anyone like "Dusty". He was the biggest obnoxious fool under the sun!!!

From: Speedcat "I hate Dusty" Hollydale


Mushy at Mushy's Moochings

said...

I have only know 2 people that I could not stand...they both were from New Jersey!

Robert at Observations from The Back 40

said...

this is a toughie..I have narrowed it down to 23 people but I'm having a hard time rducing it more...:):):)

Polli at Polliwog's Pond

I keep meaning to tell you I adore the illustrations you use in all your postings Ann. Great stuff!

The two most obnoxious people I have ever know where a woman we rented a home from here on the Island many years ago before we got our own house. She was just a piece of work and made my life miserable for 2 years. The 2nd was my next-door neighbor here to our home. I called the police on him once because he was swearing around in his yard really loudly and my kids could hear. He has been quiet ever since! HEHEHEH!

Marja at Dutchcorner
Oh usually I avoid them like hell. But there are always ones you can't avoid. Years ago when we came into NZ we rented a house from people we knew . They went to live in holland for a while so we could rent the place. The parents came in everyday to check on us and pick up the post. They were demanding food. The man was rude. He hated everybody and poured his horrible and discriminating stories over me. He didn't get the message that I didn't like it. We moved out there
a month before we exually should and just payed the rent for that month. What a relief and what a bad start in a new country.

Diamondssaphire at Nonsense, Fun,Tears, Happiness And Anger All Rolled Into One

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OMG, there is a lady I work with who just makes my skin crawl. Even in her emails she has an obnoxious tone.

Ronni from Designing Fairy
Hey Ann. Can it be a company? We had the worst mortgage company ever made before we sold our house. And I have to say telemarketers this time of year are very annoying too.

Dawn at Twisted Sister
The most obnoxious person I ever met... hmmmm... my brother-in-law. He is a narcissistic, know-it-all, racist jerk. That just about covers it... and you can't get any more obnoxious than that!

And last, but certainly not least, Winston, at Eat Your Maths whose comment I didn't get for some reason- I'm so sorry Winston!

mr fong said.

Ann, didn't u get my comment... :(

Winston you're the greatest, well...actually all of you are...and I appreciate your comments~

Until the next Tuesday, Bye and have fun!

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Yesterday's Tuesday's Question was What Was Your Worst Date?



My favorite part of Tuesday's Question is Wednesday when I share my comments with the rest of my readers. Everyone including those of you who aren't bloggers enjoy the comments to Tuesday's Question, and I thank you all for your support.

The following comments are fantastic:



Polli from Polliwog's Pond


Great question Ann. I've had my share of horrible dates. I did most of my dating in Alaska, where the "odds are good, but the goods are odd!" Some of the dates are too embarrasing to tell here. But my favorite all-time worst date story was a blind date. The guy picked me up, proceeded to interview me for marriage, then took me to dinner. Dinner consisted of chips n' salsa in his grungy car, in the parking lot of the bowling alley. After we ate, we went to the grocery store parking lot, where he drove like a madman all over the lot, crashing into stray carts. We never had a 2nd date.

Marja at Dutchcorner

Hi Ann Ouch that seens annoying a bee in your ear. I had a buzz but not a buzing bee in my ear. Anyway. A bad date he. I usually had good ones accept for one which I didn't plan. I went out with my girl friend a longer way from home than usual because she had find love in a timy village far away were they had one pub. These two hooked me up with his friend so they could have some time on their own. They left me with a dude who couldn't count till three and that night seems to never end. I could't get out because I came with her car. Man that night seems to never end. Of course I didn't go with them anymore.


Dawn at Twisted Sister

Hey I had a bug in my ear too! I was 6 years old.... As for the worst date... I can't think of anything too horrible... I must have dated mostly nice guys ;))) If anything comes to mind I'll drop back!

Sandee at Comedy Plus


Well, I can't recall a horrible date. Some have been blah, but none that I would classify in the "worst" catagory. I've been pretty lucky with this one. So, I'm a bomb for this weeks question.

Robert at Observations From The Back 40

No bugs in my ear but I had a bee fly inside my helmet while riding a motorcycle once....talk about panic stations....:):)..worst date with a cheerleader in highschool..the local hottie..while escorting her to my old pickup which was parked in an icy parking lot..being a gentleman I opened her door as she stepped in I lost my footing and shot between her legs under the truck and out the otherside..I think she peed herself laughing...we have a school reunion in January..I wonder if she still remembers...needless to say i was the talk of the social circles for a week or two...:)

Winston at Eat Your Maths

I once went out w my crush, and was accompanied by my friends along with hers. We were both so embarrassed, we started spluttering and stammering like a broken, wheezing engine! Hehe... We left each other soon afterwards.

We were both tongue-tied, embarrassed and LOL-ing in our minds, it was an incredibly stupid and funny moment..Hehe.


Thank you to all of you for the fantastic comments, and I hope you have a terrific and fun week!

Oh, yeah and don' t forget my answer is below...

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What outrageous, funny, or plain weird act have you ever witnessed in a public place? This was the question I asked my readers this week for Tuesday's Question, and boy sis I get some great comments. Find out what bloggers experienced the following events, two teenagers displays of public affection, an intoxicated (and already arrested) flasher, a traffic stopper eating a hot dog, a "it's-not- a- secret" admirer at a food mart, a man in a hurry for a burger, and more....

I've provided a link so that you can visit these hilarious bloggers sites, as I'm sure you will want to do after reading their responses-have fun!

And a special thanks to the participates for the fantastic comments, laughs, and friendship!




Dawn from Twisted Sister


Oh Ann... how could top that? That is the funniest thing I ever heard of!
I think the most outrageous public act I saw occurred when I was about nine years old. I saw a couple of teens lying under a tree in a park and they were.. well you know ;)
I tried to convince myself it wasn't really happening because they hadn't completely removed their clothing... but looking back now... ahem... I realize I was wrong! :))


Sandee from Comedy Plus



There are so many, but the first one I thought of is the one that I'm going with.

Years ago (late 1980s to early 1990s) there were funds for a Inebriation Center to lessen the load on the jail system. Being drunk in public is not a crime punishable by jail time. It's a law that allows those that cannot take care of themself properly to be cared for until they are sober enough to go about their business. So for 4 to 6 hours you keep these folks until they sober up.

This center was great, but they would only keep people that behaved themselves. They were located just down the street from the jail. When they had someone that became a problem they would call the jail and we would have to go get the person and bring them to the jail to do the rest of the sobering process. Keep in mind the jail is in right in the middle of town, with traffic moving 24 hours a day up and down the streets.

I was the graveyard (11pm to 7am)shift sergeant, so I would often go with another deputy to get these folks. This one night we went to get this guy that was being a pill and as soon as we got him outside the Inebriation Center his pants started slipping off his behind. Well, we couldn't let go of him, and by the time we got him to the jail entrance his pants were around his ankles. We finally noticed that he wasn't wearing any shorts.

The deputy and I laughed for days and days about this. Cars going by and here's two cops (one female) walking a man across the street with his pants around his ankles with his little wanker swaying in the wind. It still tickles me...

Nascar Curmudgeon at Observations From The Back 40

Mine was in macdonald's.. I was sat there..having breakfast..they had just mopped the floor and the guy came back out to put up the floor is slippery sigh..took three steps lost his footing and slid right across the floor into the lineup taking out three people...I should have jumped up and checked to make sure everyone was ok but I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee myself....:):)

I'm insanely Insane from Thus Me

(Isn't that a great name?)

Hhhmmmm, gonna have to think about that one and get back to you.


Bob from Bobbarama.com

I was in San Francisco several years ago, lazing away part of the early morning in a hotel room five stories up from a busy street below.

I just happened to be looking out the window when a cab driver stepped out of his cab ... the first car in a long line of cars in the middle lane at a stoplight ... to buy a hot dog from a street vendor.

The light turned green. And it took all of 2 seconds before the street turned into a cacophony of car horns and people leaning out of their car windows yelling VERY BAD THINGS at this guy ... who paid them absolutely no attention as he calmly lathered the mustard onto his dog.

I mean people were leaning on their horns. It was LOUD!!

He finished up, walked slowly back to his cab, biting into his dog the whole way, and slipped casually into his car just in time to drive through the intersection before the light turned red for the second time since he had left.

I kid you not ... he was the only guy who got through the light. Hoo boy, people were pissed.

And I just stood at that window thinking ... 'God, I love San Francisco.'


Christy from ChristysCoffeeBreak

I have seen so many outrageous and funny public acts that it's hard to choose.

There was my the time we were at a fair on a Farris Wheel and my cousin threw up and it landed on my brother who was on another car thingy below. (Funny)

There was the psycho guy on a bus that decided it would be fun to stare at my friend and I while he ummm...did his thing. (outrageous)

Oh and let's not forget the guy who actually came up and tried to hump my leg in the mall food court. Don't worry I ran...(crazy)

There's so many more, I'm afraid that no matter where I go there is some kind of freaky act going on!!

Hugs Ann:)


Visit these bloggers sites because it only gets better! And thanks again everyone for answering Tuesday's Question.

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Link to Superman's image obtained from public images

Yesterdays Tuesday Question was fun, and I thank everyone who contributed!
I knew I would get many different comments from this question, and boy did I, all the way from Superman to Sherlock Holmes. Sandee at Comedy Plus, was among the first to suggest Superman, followed by Marja, and Dawn, then Christy so I was beginning to think the character was going to remain the only answer. Although things began to change for the super hero about mid-day, when an array of impressive literary characters began to appear. (I sound like a sports commentator covering a football game, don't I?)

Anyway, I bet Wonder Woman, Spiderman, Batman, etc... had their feelings hurt because Superman was the only super hero suggested. Superman does have a certain boy next door charm, but the other super heroes have their special talents as well, so I felt sorry for them- but I guess the imagery associated with Superman is hard to resist. You know, the idea of him carrying a victim in flight over cities, highways and farms, while thousands of earth bound onlookers look up in sky astonished and say;

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no…wait …it’s a man, no... it’s Superman! In addition, to the various other reasons Sandee from Comedy Plus and the others give in their comments.

Sandee reminds me of some exciting news I can't believe I didn’t bring up in the first line of this post. Remember yesterday when I mentioned Brennan Huff from Outside Furniture News linking to Sandee and Misty's comment in last Tuesday’s Question? Well, this time Landyn Hodges on the site Life 48 linked to the passage I wrote in reference to Outdoor Furniture and labeled it on his post yesterday. Thank you, Landyn and thank you to the multi-authored very informative and interesting site Life 48. Life 48 has interesting, and easy to read short posts by different contributing writers featuring outdoor furniture and decor. Here are a few examples of Landyns posts as well as a link to the site. Thanks again, Landyn and Outdoor furniture for joining in our discussion. It was exciting to see the link on Technorati shortly after mentioning last weeks post.

O.k. that's all , so please enjoy reading the comments that brought many characters to life. .. and I can't wait to see you next week for another….Tuesdays Question.




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bmg_mom said...

I'm exposing my sci-fi/nerdy-side here, perhaps, but my choice would definitely be Yoda from Star Wars.

Sandee from Comedy Plus


Well, I think Superman would be a great choice. There is so much evil in the world and if there really was a Superman he could take care of all evil without any problem at all.

It would be an end to wars, gangs, and any other blight that we currently suffer. Evil would be eliminated piece by piece.

Superman could bring world peace. I know it's wishful thinking, but wouldn't it be wonderful?

Dawn From Twisted Sister

What about Superman? I think the world may need his help right about now! :)))
Hope you are having a great day Ann!


Marja at Dutchcorner
The first thing that comes to my mind Ann is superman. In my case that would than be superwoman. I would love soaring through the sky and save the people from bad powers.

Patois from Whee all The Way Home
I'd like the characters from A Wrinkle in Time to be real, and I'd love to be able to tesser with them.

Saw the posts on the awards. Congrats to you (again and again and again)! And thanks (again and again and again)!

Misty from My Dogs Keep Me Sane
Right away, I thought of Dr. Doolittle. I'm going to sound a bit wacky here, but I feel if we were able to relate to and understand animals - then, we, the animals, nature, our world, and the whole balance of life would benefit.

Besides, I really want to be able to have my dad's wolfdog tell me what is on his mind sometimes - that creature (he's smarter than a dog, usually smarter than a human, and not quite a wolf!) is the smartest I've ever seen, and I want to know what makes him tick.

David From Authorblog
G'day Ann,

I was 13, in Year 9, when I read To Kill A Mockingbird - and it had a profound effect on me. Atticus Finch is the sort of men all fathers would like to be.

I read voraciously as a child, because I grew up in a home with more than a thousand books in it. To me, they were a treasure trove ...

So maybe it's no surprise that I write novels.

Cheers

David

Bob from Bobbarama.com
Atticus Finch is a good one.

But, for me ... Sherlock Holmes. Oh, the stories he could tell over the dinner table. And while he's here, I'd ask him to deduce the location of all the socks I keep losing in the dryer.


Whimsy Gal from My Whimsy World

Christy from Christy's Coffee Break
At first I was going to say Ann of Green Gables, but after reading the comments I guess I'd have to be an idiot to choose her over Superman, lol. After all he can turn back time and such. ROFL! Great question Ann:)

Thanks again to all of you! Have fun!

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