Hello :)

Once in a while I look at my blog, and it makes me want to write. Except I don't have anything I really want to write about. I just think "Oooh, my blog! That's fun!" :)

Then I check to see if anyone I used to follow is still writing, and most of you aren't writing either! - Which is not the reason I don't write. It just makes me feel less alone in my not-writing-ness!

I'm not sure why I don't feel like blogging. Too busy maybe? Not busy with exciting things, just day to day stuff. (- Unless you want to imagine me having an exciting life. Then feel free. I'm good with that!)

Maybe someday I'll be inspired to write again. For now, "Hello!" to anyone who still checks here too :)

Waiter, there's a hair in my salad salad in my hair

* From my Draft Folder

My scalp was bothering me. I tried olive oil. It helped. 24 hours later I looked up how to get olive oil out of my hair. The answer... vinegar.

All I need now is croutons.

Stop acting like an inmate!

A woman kept yelling this at someone a few yards behind me. Eventually I glanced to see what was going on. I thought she might be annoyed with an adult who was having socialization problems now that they were no longer incarcerated, but no. The comment was directed at a child who was being too rowdy.

I suppose it's no worse than saying "Stop running around like a chicken with your head cut off." I mean seriously, is that an image you want in your kids' heads, right next to their dreams of lollipops and rainbow colored unicorns?

Still... "Stop acting like an inmate!?" What the heck?

* From my Draft Folder

Saved to draft

I have over 50 unpublished posts saved to draft.

Some are rants. Writing about something that irks me is easy. Publishing it, not so much.

Some are rambly - You know. The ones written on days when you think "I'll just write something. That's gotta be better than nothing." - And then realize, it's not.

Many are writing prompts that I had answers to but don't think they're interesting enough to warrant cluttering up the blog and/or the interwebnet.

Some were timely. And the time passed.

****

Above is FROM "Draft Folder!" :)

Will publish "from draft" this week.

Yes, EXACTLY like that!

Me

They recognized me. That was weird. I didn't expect that.

Friend

Why?

Me

I don't know. I only met them once, and… I don't know… I don't think of myself as being that memorable looking, that someone would remember what I looked like later. PLUS my hair was down and I was wearing totally different clothes. Last time I was wearing a headband and my hair was back in a ponytail.

Friend

And you think that makes you look totally different.

Me

Yes.

Friend

So you think you're like Superman.

Me

(Pause)

YES!!!!

Feelin' no pain

Conversation with a friend after surgery

Me

How are you feeling?

Her

Good! Good! Except I think the meds they gave me are making me hallucinate... I keep seeing all these weird images.... like Christmas ornaments with evil muppet mouths... opening and closing.... and they're all sparkly... Really vivid! And they keep popping up...

Me

Are your eyes open or closed when you see these images?

Her

Closed.

Me

Well that's a plus.

(Later)

Her

You know how people get those surgeries to have wiskers put in? Like a cat? Maybe you could have that done someday! You could have cat whiskers surgically put in!

Me

Cat whiskers...

Her

Yeah! And then you could get one of those tattoos to look like you have spots all over you.... like cats do! Like a leopard!

Me

You know... it's been a long time since I've spoken with someone who's high as a kite. I kind of miss these little talks.

Just a spoonful of sugar....

My friend's kids got a cake making kit. Guess who got to supervise?

Here's how they're supposed to look

And here's how they actually looked.

(We liked to call this "the cheeseburger stage")

The cakes were about the size of a cupcake bottom with no top, and there was more icing on these than cake, so when the kids asked if they could eat them, I said they could each have 1/4 of their cakes. - Which was essentially the same thing as scooping out 2 tablespoons of confectioner's sugar, adding food coloring, and saying "here!"

It didn't take long before their speech ramped up to about a hundred miles per hour and they were ricochetting off the walls. Their "crashes" later were just as evident. Funny to watch, in a way, but thank God I didn't say "Sure! Pop the whole thing in your mouth!" 

Geiko Possum Commercial

Been laughing at this for several weeks now. (Laughed at it again just now!) Posting this mostly for overseas readers.

There's a whole series of similar commercials whose premise is to show bad ways to save money, followed by the suggestion that you save money by buying their affordable insurance instead.

My other two "money saving" favorites are a couple that use a "Rescue Panther" instead of a home security system (watch this in full screen mode!), and a man who gets "Popular Girls" from a local school to follow him around and berate his eating habits instead of signing up for a weight loss program.

Outed Myself (anon-wise)

I have a highly intelligent friend. I believe we determined she's about 5 IQ points higher than me ;) As such, since I just mistakenly emailed her from this blog's account, I'm pretty sure she'll put things together and find me here!

*waves!*

So, ummmm... Hmmm... don't know what to call you... you'll have to tell me. I'll call you... "A" for the moment ;)

I'm pretty sure there's nothing here you don't already know or wouldn't know. I blog anonymously so feel free to read, comment, and don't use my actual name. - Hmmm... now I could probably tell stories about us on here. Don't think I'd done that yet. Was thinking about it re our recent discussion about toaster guy and foil hats ;)

Ah well... one "real life" person now knows where I blog. Luckily, she's pretty awesome :)

(Let's see what else I can mess up today...)

A little Bounce in your breakfast

If you visit someone frequently enough, that you leave certain belongings at their home to use when you're there, such as clothes and food, which you store in a box in the top of a closet…

And if, to save space, you put oatmeal in a ziploc bag and store it in that box, along with your clothing and other items…

You will end up with fabric softener flavored oatmeal. Which, having now had it for two days straight, I can pretty much guarantee, would not be a big seller.

---

* I'm away again for a while. Please excuse me if/when I fall behind in my reading. I will do my best to catch up eventually!

Nesting Dolls

(Click picture to see these better)

I learned something new the other day. Russian nesting dolls have identical nested dolls inside, and Ukrainian nesting dolls have dolls with different designs nested within each other. - Who knew? 

The sets in this picture were 5 or 10 dolls deep. I didn't get one but I was tempted. I might the next time I see them. My favorite was when the seller opened a set for me and said "See? Father... Inside... Mother... Inside... Daughter... Cat... Chicken!" - I started laughing at "Cat" (Daughter... CAT?) but "Chicken" just about did me in!

* Every time I post something I've shared with friends in "real life," I worry they'll find my blog and "un anon" me or think I STOLE material from here!  For the record: - I TOTALLY did not! :)

Tea and Spices

Pinterest (My happy place)

Pinterest has been my "Happy Place" for a while now. I pin recipes I want to try (and have tried some!) clothing I like (which has helped me figure out specific items I wanted to buy) holiday ideas... Sometimes I just go there and look... and scroll.... and look.... and scroll... eventually I feel kinda happy. - Possibly even motivated!

I've been wanting a "Recent Pins" Pinterest widget (gadget) for my sidebar for months, but I wasn't able to find one for Blogger, until today! Marie, at Code It Pretty, wrote one and it's perfect! To see my most recent pins, roll over the pics in my Pinterest widget. To see all my pins at Pinterest, click the logo.

Thank you Marie!

Edit: Also added a little more code from CSS Globe to center the image snippets in the thumbnails.

How to "Un Follow" in Blogger

* Updated with instructions for the New Blogger Interface.

This post comes to you in honor of a blogging friend of mine, who deleted her blog a while ago, leaving her blog's ULR up for grabs. Said blog URL is now being used by a Prostate Cancer site.

For anyone who can't figure out how to Un Follow the old site (and stop receiving daily Prostate Cancer posts in their Blogger Dashboard!) this post is for you :)


To Un Follow a site via Blogger:

• Log into Blogger and go to http://www.blogger.com/home
• If you're using the Old Blogger Interface: In your Blogger Dashboard, click on the "Manage" button (The "Manage" button is next to the "Add" button.)
• If you're using the New Blogger Interface:
• Scroll down the page until you see the words "Reading List | All blogs" on the left side of the page.
• Opposite those words, on the right side of the page, is a link that says "View in Google Reader."
• Next to that link, on the right, is a button with a cog on it. Click the cog button.
• You'll then see a list of blogs you follow.
• Click on the "Settings" link next to the blog you want to unfollow.
• If you get a pop up window asking you to log in, then:
• Sign into Google with your same info, even if you already signed into Blogger or another Google product before. (There are other buttons there to sign in with but I use Google.)
• The page with your list of blogs should reload itself (give it a few seconds!)
• Click on the "settings" link next to the blog you want to unfollow again.
• You should see another pop up window with a link on the right that says "Stop Following This Site." Click that!
• Click the "Stop Following" button in the confirmation window that pops up.
• The page with your blogging list should refresh itself again.
• Poof! That blog is gone from your list :)

12 hours later I'm still laughing at this

From Pinterest :)

Not a hat

Phone conversation with a friend after her first "pre-chemo" shave

Me

How's your head feel?

Her

Ok. Bald.

Me

How's the wig?

Her

Hot. And tight. It feels like I'm wearing a really tight hat. I have to get used to it.

Me

Better than loose. I mean, you don't want it flopping around.

Her

Yeah, but it really feels like a hat, and I have to remember it's not. I'm worried I'm going to walk into a store and pull it off.

The Tree Man Cometh

* From an email I just sent two friends.

Last night, on my way home, I came across a creepy 10 foot tree who was quietly walking up to restaurant windows, leaning down to peek inside, and scaring the crap out of people! It's dark. HE'S dark, and everyone he passed was stunned into silence or screams. I, of course, walked right up to him and started talking! Because I'm not afraid of trees OR crazy people! Lol!

He was visiting friends in the neighborhood and had decided to go for a "nature" walk, he's from California and is traveling across the country doing a documentary, and if you take his picture he smiles and says "Trees!" He was quiet, laid back, and very funny.

I ran into two neighbors, while walking with him, who were completely freaked out, and when they saw me talking to him they still weren't sure what to do. (I think they were trying to figure out whether to mount a rescue mission, or sacrifice me to save their own lives!) They eventually came closer and I saw them smile nervously, but after he left they said if he'd started chasing them they would have run away screaming. I said if he'd started chasing me I would have stared at him in confusion. (What would he have done? Molt? ;) )

Part of me wishes I'd followed him for a bit (we only walked about a block together and then I was home), but I thought that might seem creepy. - It's bad when you think you might be creepier than a giant tree on stilts walking around your neighborhood at 10pm.

Body Snatchers

I sat next to a woman today. A very intelligent, lucid, entertaining woman, who was talking about her ailments. Except she kept saying "Aliens." - I wish I'd had a tape recorder going!

Her

I got so many aliens... And you know, the doctors? They don't tell you about all the different aliens you got. They don't go into details about your aliens! But I got a LOT of aliens in my body.

Y Love

I have an interesting relationship with my brain. It does things that amuse and perplex me at times, and I always notice. Often I wonder if it's some kind of subconscious message. Sometimes it is. - Like when I find myself with a seemingly random song stuck in my head and realize the lyrics are relevant to something I'm going through.

Today as I was walking through my home, doing nothing in particular, I recalled a really good memory, and in a moment filled with love for this memory, I made the "I love you" sign with both of my hands. - Except I didn't… when I looked at my hands, the index finger hadn't popped up on the left side. So in effect, what I'd made was the "love" sign on the right hand, and the letter "Y" on the left.

"Why Love" indeed.

Home Alone

A Relative

So what are you going to do while I'm gone?

Me

I figured I'd invite all your neighbors over for a party, since I'll have the place to myself. But don't worry. I'll be sure to let them know where all the important papers and jewelry are kept so they know not to touch them.