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I was tagged by “Lea Kelley saying thank you for” to try a delightful exercise.

 The rules are that those named below are to make their own lists of six things that make them happy and pass on to others. Let’s have a go at it.

      1.   Laughter – from snickers to belly laughs

      2.  Mysteries I can’t figure out

      3.  Jokes I can (spoiler alert)

      4.  Nose kisses from kitties

      5.  Color in all its forms

      6.  Finding just the right word

 

Amuirin

Tabbie’s Garden

OmbudsBen

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

Kat’s random thoughts

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  • Do blogs with dark background tend to contain more dark, negative, angry messages? Just wondering.
  • There is concern in the financial community about imminent stagflation. Welcome to fixed income retirees’ world.
  • I despise searching for information on a subject only to be connected to a video link. If I wanted to watch video I’d turn on the TV. With a few exceptions, I’d rather read to search for facts. It’s certainly faster and I don’t have to watch a commercial to get to the subject. I’m just saying: warn me. I’ll click another link.
  • Do birds of a feather really flock together? Not at our bird feeder. Cardinals, woodpeckers, bluejays, and titmice come regularly and they plan their forays together. The feeder is either empty of guests or a waiting line has formed. Perhaps we need to rethink the old saw about birds of a feather.
  • As I passed through a room yesterday snapping doors closed, straightening rugs, picking up stray flotsam from the floor, straightening pillows, my movements seemed eerily familiar. Flight attendant! That was the feeling I got in my bones. And to think I was turned away from that job many years ago because of my height. I guess I’m showing them.
  • Wedlock. I know it’s a perfectly good word, but just doesn’t sound good. Is that why we mostly use it in a negative way? Ever hear of anyone being born “in wedlock?”

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I never get the memo. Do you ever feel that way? Take a trip to the grocery store. A pattern will appear about the third aisle. Sometimes every other shopper is well over six feet tall and I’m lost in a forest of belt buckles. No one tells me when it is Tall Day – or Bring Your Whole Family Day (that’s fun), or Learn Another Language Day, or Humongous Boob Day (sorry you missed it, guys). Then there’s Skinny Model Day (what are they doing around food?), Lovey Couples day, Grandma/Grandpa Day with lots of little wispy women looking as if they would blow away if the air vent poofed unexpectedly. Okay, that’s almost a fit for me except I’ve withstood a few hurricanes.

Did you get the memo about switching from mathematically to arithmetically? It was obviously new to talking heads on election night, too, because they sometimes had to correct themselves.

A few years ago the newspapers began to reverse the order of things that decreased and increased. No longer was it, “sales went from 2% per quarter to 6%.” Suddenly without warning they would say, “sales went to 6% per quarter from 2%.” That’s just not right. I’m sorry. Who stays up nights screwing with our minds like this?

Of course, I could just be one of those people who never gets the memo.

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I am fresh from enduring another presidential debate, this time Republicans on Fox. Since I have no idea who will earn my hanging chad next November, or even January, I’ll engage in a little “fluffery”* as the news media do. (NOTE: My Webster has the subheading Usage under the word media to explain the word is plural, but old Webster gave in to popular misusage if singular is what floats your boat. Wimps!) But I digress. After the debate tonight I asked myself several questions that may or may not have any bearing on presidential acumen, but they were fun. Hey, it’s a long campaign; we are allowed a little fun. So here you go:

  • Coolest Under Fire – Huckabee
  • Quickest Wit – Thompson, Huckabee
  • Most Likely To Slip Off the Edge – Paul (You knew that) McCain (A little too controlled of late)
  • Says Almost All the Right Things; Why don’t I believe him? – Romney, Guiliani
  • Says Many of the Right Things, a Few Scary Things; Why do I believe him? – Paul
  • Most Presidential (surprised myself on this one) – Huckabee
  • Least Presidential – I won’t even say it. His supporters might put a fatwa out on me.

Let’s only hope I will come up with better criteria before the primary. I would hate to make Florida a laughing stock on election day.

* Fluffery. See that word, Mr. Webster? If you can add truthiness and cred to the lexicon, you can add my contribution. (Truthiness be known, I like both those words, but that’s beside the point.)

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I’ve seen a lot of football players take heart-stopping hits lately, the kind where they are running full speed right up until they hit a wall of muscle. It hurts to look at, but my question is this. When those guys get in their cars do they really need an airbag?

Have you noticed how many beauty products from soap to anti-aging cream have French sub-titles? Does this make them better somehow, especially since they are probably made in China?

Name a female cartoonist. Neither can I. Why is that? We’re funny, we can draw.

When a word your mind is searching for is dancing out there in some ethereal zone just above your brain, do you know how many syllables it has even thought you don’t know which letter it starts with? Or is it just me?

When I bought my sons Lego’s and Lincoln Logs thirty, forty years ago we got a big honking box with plastic pieces or wood logs, maybe a few suggestions. Today each box builds specific items or buildings. No coloring outside the line or producing your own unique creation. No, no that work is done for you. I just returned a whoopdedoo Erector set meant for my grandson. He’ll get a toy that helps him grow and expand his mind instead.

You know who I’m voting for? Who ever promises to be the President of the United States of AMERICA.

When you hear a politician say fences won’t keep people out of our country aren’t you just dying to ask them if they live in a gated community—or estate?

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To be continued——— three of the most dreaded words in the English language. Just as the elevator begins dropping and the walls slowly inch closer to our hero the screen freezes —- TO BE CONTINUED. That’s what kept us coming back to the good ole Saturday serial, but remember how frustrating it was to have the story yanked away from you? Sure you think, they could get away taunting kids with those games, but now I’m adult. Ha! They were just warming your inner adult up for the newspapers. When is the last time you saw a complete story on the front page? It’s been a while, I’ll bet. So how do you deal with the interruption?

My daughter Amy asked the other day whether I went immediately to A-4 and finished the story or just caught the ending when I progressed to that page. Well, unless the story is of great interest I just wait until I get to the continuation and pick it up again.

“Aha! I knew it,” Amy said, “Anyone who reads five books at the same time would do it that way.”

I had never thought of that. She may be right or perhaps I’m just conditioned by the old serials to have that space between sections of narrative. How do others handle them — you, for instance? I’d like to hear.

Note: Of course you know when this post goes into archives it will be whacked in half with a link to “read full post.” Maybe I should rename the piece “Irony.”

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Like belly button lint, I have no idea how these thoughts collected, but this is cleaning day.

The sound of a word doesn’t always reflect its meaning.  Mildew was always said softly, lovingly by an old friend. She liked the way it rolled off her tongue and thought the unfortunate connotation a shame. I think of her when I hear light, sweet crude. But fun words are my favorites.  Is there a more entertaining word to say than  onomatopoeia? And then there’s tarmac and rejigger, which is probably not a word, but says a lot. Isn’t that what words are supposed to do?

Did you ever run into an old acquaintance in the grocery aisle and you greet each other like long lost friends.?Then you don’t know what to do when you meet again and again on subsequent aisles?

I heard a good term the other day, linguistic barrios, describing areas where a language other than the host country is spoken.

Do you know some people who have standards so high only they can meet them?

We have a new navigator with choices for (a) most toll road use (b) shortest route (c) fastest route. No where can I choose (d) all right turns.

I’m waiting for someone to invent a motorized treadmill. It would putz around allowing you to enjoy the neighborhood sites while you worked out. Don’t laugh. My husband is working on a helium bra.

What is with those high-rise desks school boards, councilmen, etc. sit behind? Do they think they look like Abe Lincoln up there? We know the intent is to intimidate; we just don’t like it. I’m giving judges a pass. They represent the law while those other jokers popping out of a Jack in the Box represent you and me. Come on down!

I’d like all the personal-habit nannies out there to lay off. If I saved all the money I spend on lattes each year and invested it at 5% at the end of the year I’d have — zero. And while we’re at it, the number of calories I’d save by skipping the chocolate each day is –what do we have here?—zero again.

Gerontocracy is another favorite word, meaning, of course, government based on rule by elders. I understand France is fast becoming just that. They do seem to be thinking more rationally lately.

This from Neal Boortz: How do you have a fire museum? Doesn’t the fire go out? Maybe it’s an “old flames” exhibit.

Two South American brothers are the last  people on earth who speak a dying language, and they don’t like each other and don’t speak. I am guessing we won’t have to “press 3” for that language.

Would someone tell our Persian Emma she is supposed to let us sleep? It’s professional courtesy.

“The windows throbbed,” the young man said, describing the tornado. I don’t know about you, but I like that. Colorful descriptions by witnesses are rare, but worth listening for.

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