A Blogger Visit



I meet the nicest people online.  You may have noticed a few weeks back that a new gentleman, Thom, started commenting on my blog.  I’ve visited his blog a time or two and we’ve traded email back and forth.  Then we started talking about meeting in person and shared the particulars of our addresses.  Thom lives less than a quarter-of-a-mile from our house!

Today, Thom came to dinner and he is every bit as nice as his comments and email lead us to believe.  He brought us wine, he brought me flowers — truly eye-popping, exotic flowers — and he spent an enjoyable afternoon with us.

Here we are.  Can you tell who is who?  If it helps, OC has a beard.  😉

Here are the flowers.  Aren’t they gorgeous?

We had a lovely time.  Next time, you all should join us.  But while you’re waiting for next time, why don’t you run by Thom’s place and say hello?  I talked him into taking the registration off of his blog, so you should be able to comment without hassle.

Postscript to A Weekend Challenge

If you haven’t read “Pretty Pink Panties,” you’ll want to do so before continuing on.

Eight years later I was sitting in a night club with three of my girl-friends.  One of them was showing off her flashy engagement ring and telling us all about The Proposal.  We were talking and laughing and teasing her, making wedding plans and dreaming dreams, when the waitress interrupted us with the delivery of a very frothy pink drink — for me.

“I didn’t order that,” I said.

“The gentleman at the bar did,” the waitress said.  And then, visibly uncomfortable she whispered, “He told me if I said,  Pretty Pink Panties,  you’d understand.”

Of course I laughed.  I did understand.  Both the waitress and I turned toward the bar, but no one was there.  It didn’t matter.  With that one little gesture he transformed embarrassment into romance, and it was sweet.

Quilly’s Weekend Challenge


Do you have an embarrassing nickname?  Are you brave enough to share it with us?  Better still, are you brave enough to tell the story of how you got it?

Pretty Pink Panties

My Freshman year in High School a big snow storm stopped the buses but school remained open for the walkers. I rode the bus and shouldn’t have had to go to school, however my dad drove right by on his way to work and saw no reason for me to miss classes. He delivered me to school a full hour before my normal arrival time.

I stepped into the building and the halls stretched far and wide, wider than I ever realized and completely empty. Deliciously, temptingly, empty! To my right, halfway down the hall, was an exit sign suspended by chains. The tall kids used to jump up and hit it as they passed under. There was no way I would ever be tall enough to do that, but I wanted to.   Perhaps, with a running start ….

Paying no mind to the fact that I was wearing a full circle skirt, I ran like the wind, jumped as high as I could and gave the sign a satisfying and resounding whack. I landed several seconds before my skirt did. No big deal since I was alone, except –as I landed, full of joy in my accomplishment, laughter and clapping rang out behind me.

I turned around and stared in horror at Chris, a gorgeous senior boy all the girls giggled over. He was lounging in the office doorway.  With a huge grin on his face he drawled, “Well hello pretty pink panties.” And from that day forward everytime we passed in the halls, that is what he called me.

Three Word Thursday #2

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #2.

I thought there was going to be a fracas over this week’s words, especially when the perspicacious participants learned their reward didn’t involve numismatics.  Thankfully, that never came to be !

And we have a bevvy of perspicacious Three Word Thursday #2 Players — with nary a cynicocratical volgivagant in the crowd (but none of them are isangelous, either!).  You’ll note I changed the top label from #3 to #2, and moved #3 — next weeks words — down here. Alice caused such a fracas I had to move them.

A Monopoly of Numismatics

Evelyn Grace was as isangelous as a six year old girl can get.  She really was sugar and spice and everything nice — as long as things were going her way.  During those times things weren’t going her way and she wasn’t being isangelous, she could be quite cynocratic in her wants and wishes; and those who crossed Evelyn Grace made her very cross, indeed!

Evelyn Grace’s volgivigant little brother, Wesley Reed, was very good at making her very cross.  He, not being as perspicacious as she, seldom had any clue why she was angry.  Today, however, he knew exactly what he’d done, although it hadn’t been his intent to cause a fracas.

For weeks now he had been indulging his love of numismatics in Evelyn Grace’s piggy bank.  He would remove her coins, and replace them with paper dollars.  Sometimes he even gave her more money than he took.  That wasn’t good enough for Ms. Evelyn Grace though.  She demanded her own money back, every penny, nickel, dime and quarter.

“How am I s’posed to know what coins belonged to you?”  Wesley demanded.

“How you figure it out is your problem,” Evelyn Grace said.  “Just get it done.”

But of course Evelyn Grace wanted to supervise.  She didn’t think Wesley was separating the coins fast enough, and she was certain he was keeping all the best ones for himself.  They got into a tug-of-war over his piggy bank.

“Just what is going on here!”  Mother demanded.

“He’s been stealing my coins!”  Evelyn Grace wailed.

“Oh!”  Mother exclaimed.  “Evelyn Grace, that is a very big thing to say.  Are you sure?”

“Just ask him!”  Evelyn Grace pointed an accusing finger at her little brother.

“I did paid for them!”  Wesley defended himself.

Mother arched her eyebrow and looked at Evelyn Grace.  “Has he?”

Evelyn thrust out her hand.  It was filled with a jumble of colored paper.  “Yeah,” she said.  ”

with Monopoly money!”

And we have a bevvy of perspicacious Three Word Thursday #2 Players — with nary a cynicocratical volgivagant in the crowd (but none of them are isangelous, either!).  You’ll note I changed the top label from #3 to #2, and moved #3 — next weeks words — down here. Alice caused such a fracas I had to move them.

Three Word Thursday #3:

Every Thursday I will give you three new words.  You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words.  Then, on that following Thursday, post your story.  After you post, come by here and sign in in the comments.  Then, just like up above, I will put your links up for all to visit.

The Week Four words will be: opprobrious, quondam, & casuistry.

Got it?  Good!  In that case:  Your story is due on:  February 26th, 2009

Author disclaimer:  No actual numismatics were injured in the writing of this post.

Melli’s Alphabet Photo Challenge

Melli, our hostess with the mostest, presents:

The ALPHABET PHOTO CHALLENGE

Week Five: I & J

I found an uppercase I,

and a lowercase i.

and a lowercase i.

I found an upside down J,

I found an upside down J,

and a right side up J.

and a right side up J.

Just like Melli ordered!

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If you think my alphabet letters were cool, pop by Melli’s place, Insanity Prevails, and see what the other players are posting.  And you can even feel free to jump in and join us if you want!

Excuse

The reason your getting this photo today instead of a post is because I spent the morning writing to Jeff’s prompt; I spent the afternoon on Diamond Head chasing butterflies and taking photos; and I spent the evening at Handbell Choir practice.

Golf Fritillary Butterfly

Coleus Plant & view from Diamond Head Road

#7 — Punny Monday — 2009

What verb (action word) do these photos represent? EMAIL your answers and leave a comment designed to either help or confuse your fellow game players.

The first contestant to EMAIL me the right answer wins a featured link in my blog which will display until next Monday when we’ll play this little game again. Enjoy.

PLEASE, do not write your guess in the comments. It spoils the game for the other players. Your guesses will be shared when the game ends.

Winners

February 16th, 2009, 12:56 a.m. — Cath & Hubby — capsizing

February 16th, 2009, 1:18 a.m. — Alice — capsize

February 16th, 2009, 1:20 a.m. — Polona — capsize

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Runners Up

February 16th, 2009, 12:58 a.m. –Alice — tag you’re it

February 16th, 2009, 1:18 a.m. —Caryl — tag; tagged

February 16th, 2009, 7:33 a.m. –Barbara —tagged

February 16th, 2009, 8:58 a.m. —Bazza — tagged

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Wacky Wild Guessers

February 16th, 2009, 12:58 a.m. –Alice — hatband

February 16th, 2009, 3:30 a.m. — Thom — dittohead

February 16th, 2009, 4:48 a.m. — Doug — import cap

February 16th, 2009, 7:33 a.m. –Barbara — banded; labeled; auto-tagged

February 16th, 2009, 8:58 a.m. —Bazza — capped; peaked

Feast Your Ears on This!

Turn up the volume on your computer, adjust your earphones, and get a fork.  Yep, a fork.  You are about to be treated to a heaping helping of prime cut ham.  This ham isn’t Virginia Baked, it’s from Maine via Massachusetts and only half-baked, but it is served with a generous Idaho spud and is quite savory.

In other words: Amoeba O’Ceallaigh (Maine) and I (Idaho) are the guest readers this week at Waking Ambrose.  We are reading, The Reformation of Wolfshausen, Tiel Sebien.  Come on over, give us a listen, and lend your support.  If you decide to toss things at us, money is preferable to fruits and vegetables, but we will accept the later if they are fresh and unblemished.   (Please don’t forget to leave a comment.)

And if you find this reading so much to your liking that you just have to have more:

Episode 11 of The Meditations of Diogenes The Cynic.  (OC&Q — March 17th, 2007)

Episode 22 of The Meditations of Diogenes The Cynic.   (Q only — June 2nd, 2007)

The Unionville Chronicles: Fifth Canto.  (OC&Q — April 26th, 2008)

Raven’s Wordzzle Week #50


Wordzzles are little Word Puzzles gifted to us weekly by Raven at Views From Raven’s Nest.  Raven presents these puzzles in the form of lists, which we must unravel and expand into a story.  This week, pressed for time, I bundled all the words together and used them in one short (mega) story.

Raven chose the words — phrases actually — for this 5oth Wordzzle from the blog names and/or taglines of her regular players.   I am honored to be included in such a talented group of bloggers.

So, without further ado —

The Scavenger Hunt

Nonsense is ubiquitous and insanity prevails in the Fortress at Pigeon Falls.  Today the Freemasons are having a scavenger hunt.  I asked, “What are they supposed to be finding, Pam?”  She said, “They seem to be after everything and nothing!  It’s a wild goose chase.”  “Oh,” I said while peeking again into the envelope I’d found under the cherry tree, “Are you sure they’re not looking for plane tickets?”

Just then one of the Freemasons yelled, “Do you see what I see?”  He pointed at a raven’s nest and a guy wearing a t-shirt bearing the slogan, It’s all about bloggers, climbed to the top of the cherry tree and grabbed the nest.  He carried it to the ground and they tore it apart.

Then everybody started talking and yelling and carrying on so much that even though I tried really (well, sort of) hard, I wasn’t getting a word in edgewise, so I just got in my car and drove away.  There might have been a bit of a smile on my face.  This grandmother of five is working at shortening the distance between herself and a calm. blue, Pacific Paradise.

Walking, Jay Style


I am thinking that somebody is giving the Waikiki tourists the wrong information.  They seem to think the streets are for standing in and walking down the middle of.  I am certain somebody has told them it is illegal to run over them.  I am not so certain that they comprehend that illegal doesn’t mean impossible.  Somebody needs to clue them in.

Yesterday I stopped and waited even though I had the right away and there was no crosswalk in sight.  I waited because I knew the guy striding purposely toward the curb was about to step off said curb and into traffic directly in front of my car.   There was a bus parked to my right and the guy behind me could not see the sidewalk.  All he could see was me stopped in the middle of the street for no apparent reason.  He shot out and around me, then slammed on his breaks, putting his car on its front bumper and missing the jaywalker by a mere millimeter –yet the kid didn’t even look up from text messaging.  I don’t think he had any clue how close he came to being road jam.

Just another day in Wackiki.