Slightly back

Okay, so it's been ages since I've been able to write a thing, computer is still being fixed by a person that is taking his time :) and I am grateful for that.
In the meantime this situation has given birth to an entirely new obsession, needlework.
Polar opposites like hot and cold but I am now finding another hidden talent, need I say, that I had, I may not be the best but I am good :)....and other than exhausted poked fingertips I am loving it.
Eventually I'll post some pictures...

Let me wish all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Happy Birthday

Today is or was Groucho Marx's birthday...October 2, 1890...imagine that! Go ahead and laugh in the face of ridiculousness...and while you're at it...wish GM a HB! Now go and have a bowl of

Duck Soup :)

Although Groucho Marx started his film career in the silent movie era, he earned his fame far before his movie stardom. Groucho Marx and his brothers became popular after their Broadway play "I'll Say She Is." With the success of this play, Groucho Marx became well known as a cigar smoking comedian, with a fake bushy mustache. As his popularity grew, he became even more famous for his rib-tickling one-liners. If you enjoy humorous quotes, Groucho Marx can make you chuckle with delight.

Groucho Marx

I read in the newspapers they are going to have 30 minutes of intellectual stuff on television every Monday from 7.30 to 8.00 to educate America. They couldn't educate America if they started at 6:30.

Groucho Marx

I won't belong to any organization that would have me as a member.

Groucho Marx

Do you think I could buy back my introduction to you?

Groucho Marx

Don’t look now but I think there’s one too many is this room right now, and I think it’s you.

Groucho Marx

I started smoking as soon as I went on the stage. I'd make cigars out of the Morning World when I was a kid.

Groucho Marx

I was married by a judge, I should have asked for a jury.

Groucho Marx

If he [Chico] made ten thousand dollars a day, he'd spend ten thousand dollars a day. I don't mind that. What I do mind is that he still sleeps better than I do.

Groucho Marx

If he's been married for 31 years, he's not the same man.

Groucho Marx

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

Groucho Marx

If women dressed for men, the stores wouldn't sell much -- just an occasional sun visor.

Groucho Marx

If you fall out of that window and break both your legs, don't come running to me.

Groucho Marx

Money cannot buy you happiness, and happiness cannot buy you money. That might be a wise crack, but I doubt it.

Groucho Marx

Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.

Groucho Marx

My brother thinks he's a chicken - we don't talk him out of it because we need the eggs.

Groucho Marx

My favorite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.

Groucho Marx

My mother loved children - she would have given anything if I had been one.

Groucho Marx

It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.

Groucho Marx

Middle age is when you go to bed at night and hope you feel better in the morning. Old age is when you go to bed at night and hope you wake up in the morning.

Groucho Marx

Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.

Groucho Marx

It's [L.A.] a wonderful city. If they'd lower the taxes and get rid of the smog and clean up the traffic mess, I really believe I'd settle here until the next earthquake.

Groucho Marx

I've been around so long, I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.

Groucho Marx

I've been looking for a girl like you -- not you, but a girl like you

Groucho Marx

I've got the brain of a four year old. I'll bet he was glad to be rid of it.

Groucho Marx

Marriage is a wonderful institution... but who wants to live in an institution?

Groucho Marx

Oh! Are you from Wales? Do you know a fella named Jonah? He used to live in whales for a while.

these quote were from

http://quotations.about.com/od/funnymovieandtvquotes/a/grouchomarx4.htm

Sprinkles

This picture of my cousin Jim and his wife Lisa has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but doesn't it just make you feel good to look at this sweet couple instead of reading all the dribble.

I am bored, I've looked at so many blogs (it's not their blogs it's mine) I probably couldn't find my way back to my new favorites if I tried.

What I have noticed about a lot of the successful blogs are PICTURES. If you don't have pictures and ads it's boring. We need more than mere words to satisfy our hungry eyes. So I'm going to try to change something I find very tedious.

There is a similarity I find in pictures /sprinkles, it's the finishing touch, a visual explanation of expression, this will be a stretch to say the least.

There is another thing and it is consistency, maybe when I add the sprinkles I'll feel less likely to change the face of my blogs all the time. It's a little funny because I'm not at all like that with my home, I don't change the chair locations or rearrange shelving and such, it's too big and bothersome. I do rearrange lamps, books, tidbits, the freedom to experiment with all the luscious free backgrounds available from talented generous people is more than tempting, it is interestingly fun.

Here's to a new beginning!

Blabbdablab blab

I'm afraid I've been a little lax in my writings on this blog, I must confess I'm stuck, and most of the stories I have written lately I've put on my other blog, soooo to come up with subject matter I have to really get creative.....

Let's see, I started my patchwork type project, it is in memory of a dear friend, he introduced me to it so I feel as if I should finish it especially if I intend on ever starting another. My other project is books to put online and mail out, sounds easy if you have a constant connection to the Internet but I am still in the dark ages. I do not..I'm a slave to wi fi...and hopefully this too shall pass as long as money grows on trees...oh lord don't I wish.

This was delayed, this post, due in part to a faulty connection..now here's where the irritation starts. This is annoying to me....have you, any of you thought about why items that are made aren't made with parts to be replaced, instead of being forced to buy the whole deal? Most times I have to buy the whole shabang and spend money I don't have and consequently I believe it's a lot of hooey, if this were true...don't you think THEY would have more fixable parts and we'd be able to not throw so much in the trash that won't or can't be recycled...I hope I made that clearer than mud..said part is fixed cause I had to replace the whole part instead of part of the part...

Today is another day, there will be many things to do, see, write about if the right part is available, there are parts of us, not our things that will never be able to be replaced and there are ages that will never be visited again and that my dearies is another matter .....time to go....ta ta it ain't over till the fat lady goes on a diet and sings to the top of her lungs...and hopefully by then I'll come up with something else to write with more depth .

An Alphabetic Expression

The F bomb after it's exploded covers an awful lot of territory, it's used to express oneself in ways that one cannot articulate, and usually follows a combustible explosion a large expression of sorts and this expression is felt by whoever or whatever lies in it's path.

No one was hurt in this nonsurvey compiling these non facts together.

Even the word though it accomodates just sounds downright hideous.

In truth there are many words in which to express ourselves and when we use the F bomb we are searching with our butts in the air and our head at the bottom of the garbage can.

If you look down the Literay hall compiled of Shakespeare, he was the king of wordiness. If nastiness prevailed in his stories or plays, it was hard to tell if you had been cussed and fussed to at all, most likely it sounded bloody well wonderful.

In opera yelling and telling one another off or offing someones head or body was done with musical notes floating everywhere in a soprano high or a baritone low.

I suppose in thought it's time we righted ourselves from the garbage can in our heated moments and stood on our feet with oxygen permeating our breath with words we wouldn't mind saying to a child or our grandmother.

The F Bomb should be detonated,

it's the whole scenario of the flies honey catching vinegar scenario...being nice and control and all.

In a word

What's in a word?

Much!

I'll be in Scotland......

Dang, I dropped a cheerio, I was scooping and stuffing them into my mouth, I know it's not ladylike but it is healthy. I'm smiling now with cheerios sticking out between my teeth, look away if ya can't handle it.....oh right...no picture.

How do you like to eat your food? Do you eat differently when there are others around or are you a closet eater, stuffing and jamming cause ya just can't get enough.

Have you noticed how everyone is an expert in everything?

Have you wondered, when we are out of the pickle our country has been in do you think anyone will learn anything at all from it or will we run rampant and do the same thing all over again?

Personally I think the politicians won't, what have they cut back on for themselves...????

Just wondered...........and in case you can't tell I really didn't have anything in particular to write about this time so I took the road to Scotland :)

( Ye'll take the high road and............)

Wishes

Yesterday I was a little girl, wishing like no tomorrow to grow up and change the world all the while walking down the aisle in my wedding dress alongside my boyfriend turned husband.

I remember wishing so hard that I actually thought I could change into tomorrow. It happened after many tomorrows passed by and the fairy tale wedding of shussing and clacking down the aisle was smaller and had less sound than in my minds eye but it did happen.

It was yesterday that I climbed trees, we had more than enough and that I caught lightning bugs and put them in a jar and watched the magical glow. Yesterday my brother and I along with his friends piled snowballs high behind the fort ready to plow the "enemy" before they had the chance.

I sat in my little rocking chair, the one that remains silent in the upstairs room, on the porch rocking my baby doll to sleep caring for my imaginary family and now they've all moved out, they're on their own, and today has come and yesterday is gone. All the wishing has materialized unimaginable happenings and time is still ticking along but now it's faster. I'm washing my own clothes making my own meals rocking in a different chair and wishing like no tomorrow to turn back the hands of time.

I wouldn't want to go through everything again but touch on the moments that mean the most. To sit at the family table and have a meal prepared by my mother....

...sitting on the ground watching my dad fix his truck and handing him the tools he needs while listening to him tell his stories...

..coming in for hot chocolate after shaking the snow from my boots and my cheeks are rosy red

...fighting with my brother to watch Sky King instead of Bugs Bunny.

....picking apples from the apple trees....

....cherries from the cherry tree....

...playing hide n seek with the whole neighborhood......

...roller skating with the Hover girls across the street....

...listening to my Grandpa L. cuss like a sailor...

...sitting on the scritchy sofa watching Lawrence Welk with my grandparents....

I could go on and on, I do know I was blessed to have these memories and am grateful and no amount of wishing is gonna ever happen...and that's okay....but I like the warm and fuzzy way I feel when a memory surfaces and I sit and smile and shake my head wondering why I tried to wish it away...

...but hey I was a kid what did I know.....