Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I am not any kind of a whore.

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Well, got your attention?

I've noticed that here and there - now and then - to this one and that one, bloggers and/or commentors are saying things like: yeah, I'm a thrift shop whore, or a new shoe whore, or a blog whore, etc. Why? Why would seemingly intelligent women ever call themselves any kind of a whore? On purpose. Any ideas?
p.s. I am not a prude, nor am I stranger to cussing, and I am not a feminist. I just think...well, you tell me what you think about this.

Thursday, April 16, 2009


No, not that. You may feel like a floating cloud sometimes, but even I know that you can't be one. (Can you?) Keep reading.
No whining for Jazz in
this posting! Note: I just started reading the Haphazard Life blog, so there may be whining in other postings, okay? This is not a problem for me, I just don't want the responsibility. So anyway, can you list 50, yes 50, things that give you some kind of happiness? HIT wants to know! Maybe I'll try too.
If you do list on your blog, let me know please. And thank you.

50 things (sorry to the people listed, I know that you're not things) that have given (or still give) me some level of happiness:
1. my son
2. my grandchildren
3. my sister, Jeanie
4. my dogs, Fuzz-Marie & Chopper Chan
5. my cat, Savvy (sometimes, some level)
6. unsweetened iced tea
7. oops, my turtle, Plop (especially when she chases down crickets)
8. a tank full of gas (this make my car happy also)
9. books
10. naps
11. Sharpies
12. pizza
13. Christmas trees at night
14. geese flying
15. music
16. a new box of 64 Crayolas
17. new socks
18. this guy for many (almost 15) wonderful years

19. my 14 year old Amaryllis bloomed for the 1st time this year (thanks, Jazz, for reminding me of plants)
20. keeping, year after year, a
Simple Abundance Gratitude Journal
21. warm showers

22. my birthday (9/22)
23. chili, on the 2nd day
24. sweet smellin' soft jammies
25. old photos
26. some co-workers
27. hearing the peepers at night
28. marigolds
29. curtains blowing in the breeze
30. the National Gallery of Art
31. daydreams
32. thunderstorms
33. smell of honeysuckles in the Summer
34. blogs
35. embroidering
36. lightning bugs
37. children giggling
38. hearing the kids call me "Nanny"!
39. fabric stores
40. coming home
41. headaches leaving
42. watching clouds go by
43. memories of my childhood
44. making art
45. pretty underwear
46. homemade chocolate chip cookies
47. the funny papers
48. re-reading favorite books
49. baby smells
50. Grandma Utz potato chips
Ta da!

Monday, April 6, 2009

here a blog, there a blog, everywhere a blog, blog

Hmm, an easy question today, it is Monday after all.
Say a guy is holding a gun to your head, and he says: "tell me your very favorite blog, and if you tell me more than one, I'll pull the trigger."
I don't have a gun, yet, and wouldn't hold it to your head if I did, but will ask nicely: please tell me your one & only favorite blog.
Maybe it was too scary with the fella with the gun stuff. Although brave Leanne did respond! Thank you much.
So let's say you just want to share a blog that is your favorite, and maybe there's a second blog you love a lot.
Any easier to answer now?
Maybe I should give this a try.
BTW, you do not have to pick a Joanie Hoffman blog, because I know both my blogs are loved, right?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Me and my Dad, and a question, of course.

This is me and my Dad, Bill, a long, long time ago.
And this picture is a lead in to my next H.I.T. question below.

What is the story of the phrase "who's your daddy?" Where did it come from? What does it mean? Check Google, or Wiki, or the Urban Dictionary , if you want to, but I'd really like to see what your own thoughts are.
Please. and Thank you.