Graduation celebrations, town festivals and picnics filled this Memorial Day weekend. The unofficial kick-off to summer rocked and yet I noticed an underlying somber mood. Americans were reminded of the service men and woman who gave up their lives for our country. I agree that we need to reflect and pay tribute, but Memorial Day and Labor Day are on the wrong weekends.They should be switched!
Are you sick of the word awesome? I use it all the time in comments, posts, and daily life. I also overuse amazing, fabulous and fantastic. Some words start to feel worn out after a few years while others still remains fresh.
The word cool has been around forever! William Shakespeare used the word a few times in describing someone who is absent of emotion. In Hamlet he wrote “O gentle son, upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.” How cool is that? William was saying, “Dude. Chillax!”
I think there is something wrong with me. I never give up. I am like the head on the ground in Monty Python and the Holy Grail who yells at the knight who has beheaded him, “Come back and fight like a man!”
Saturday night I discovered my coral beaded choker had my favorite gold necklace in a stranglehold. I was thrilled to find the misplaced piece of jewelry and horrified at how their fine chains had knotted together.
At around 8:00 PM, I began picking the delicate balls of gold apart, believing it would only take a few minutes. The plan was to watch a movie on Pay-Per-View. As the minutes turned into hours, my husband watched Papillon while I continued to struggle. By the way, that soundtrack is the most repetitive and irritating ever! Continue reading →
I was in spam jail last week. It wasn’t pretty. The parties were hopping on my friends’ blogs, but I could only gaze out through the bars of my virtual cell. I had tiptoed along the edge and had fallen to the dark side. I admit it. I had used too many tags!
So here’s the dealio to all of you who have been trying really hard to be Freshly Pressed. You may not even be on the editor’s radar. As of yesterday, you can use a grand total of 15 tags and categories; not 26, people. Yah! I am talking to you, guy in the back on the cell phone. If you have 13 tags and 3 categories you may be classified a dreaded tag-spammer. That means that you will NOT be seen in the reader. I had been posting with 10 and overindulged with 12 last Tuesday when 10 was most they would allow. I got yanked off my blogging stage by the scruff of my neck. It was not cool. I am sure the riot I caused while in jail helped to increase the limit. Your welcome. Continue reading →
A thought wriggled into my mind the other day. Okay, hold your jokes about how that was a momentous occasion. It occurred to me how blogging is like live theater. I took a class many years ago and remember when my professor gave us a list of why people go to the theater. I think the same reasons apply to blogging.
Theatergoers want to be swept away. The theater can move an audience to tears or make them laugh. Through song and dance they can be entertained, momentarily forgetting their own troubles.
I love reading blogs that convey a message, make me think differently about a topic, or bring a smile to my face. Some have been so poignant that I have teared-up or cried. Others have been so hilarious that I read them out loud to my family. Continue reading →
I don’t know how I would have gotten through the drama of grade school or high school without my mom. After I skipped home from school, she would greet me with a smile, something warm out of the oven for an afternoon snack, and the question, “How was school today?” I would plop down at the half moon counter my dad installed in our small kitchen and snatch a warm cookie with its chocolate chips still melting and proceed to recount the trivial events of my day. I always had a lot to say as you can only imagine, but she would listen and then give advice and encouragement. Continue reading →