I’m popping in today for some Christmas cheer. Grab a hot cocoa or a hot toddy and let’s have some cheerful, heartwarming fun with quotes about this holiday.
Tag: humor
Shoulder Pads and Stick Pins
I have a lot of ideas for blogs that have yet to be drafted. I have notes written on what I want to say, and a few of them are going to require me to dive deep into the expanse of the mind. So, I thought I’d go with a lighter one today.
Next week comes a yearly fund raiser that my dad puts on for his job. However, the event is not the focus of this post, rather, it’s about finding something to wear for this every year. I don’t own a lot of formal clothing. As I dug through my don’t-wear-anymore clothes closet hoping to find the golden outfit, I came across a pretty blouse with shear sleeves. Maybe I could wear it with my skirt. I slipped my arms into the fabric, buttoned it up and looked into the mirror? What’s this? Why do I look like a football player? Oh Lord. Shoulder pads! The shirt surely wasn’t from this century. Had I not been out shopping for dressy clothes for that long?
I do have one dress and one pretty skirt that I could’ve worn, but they were more for a wedding. Plus, I didn’t want to wear open-toed high heels, which is all I have for dresses.
So, I ended up doing something I despise . . . I went clothes shopping. I found a pair of dressy pants to wear. Thankfully, I DO have a twentieth century pretty top to match. However, the new pants needed to be hemmed.
Side note: Every pair of pants I buy needs to be hemmed.
I flicked through a box with different trinkets searching for a safety pin, when retro came calling again. What did I find this time? Stick pins. What the heck. Do I ever throw anything out? Maybe I hoped they would come back into style. It’s been long enough now, and it doesn’t appear that is going to happen. But, as soon as I get rid of them, you know they’ll become the latest trend.
Why not? Hip huggers became low-risers when they returned. Bell bottoms became flare bottoms in the retro rerun. I didn’t save any of those.
I’m waiting for earth shoes. They were comfy. I don’t like the dark-framed glasses from the fifties that are trending again. My shaped face does not fit the style.
Am I the only one who finds these old relics in her house? If I am, please don’t tell me.
Chokecherry and Smoothies
In case you missed my other posts, I’m writing about how I learned that I’m not as nice a person as I believed while on my trip to South Dakota.
That Time I Accidentally Walked into Someone’s House
On our recent vacation to South Dakota, I discovered that I’m not as nice a person as I believed.
What happened on your trip that made you see that about yourself, Lori?
I have a few stories, so I’ll tell them in separate posts. I’ll start with a hike and then someone’s house I accidentally walked into.
Continue reading “That Time I Accidentally Walked into Someone’s House”
One Gimp, Two Gimp 2
My dog, Max, had been outside fetching a ball, when he returned to me all bloody. How in the world was I going to help him when I was on crutches from a previous sprained ankle?
The Neighborhood Fort
… continued from Neighborhood Secrets.
Neighborhood Secrets
When I posted my views from a morning walk and views from an evening walk, I showed photos from my neighborhood stroll with the dog. Many people commented about the nice area where I lived, but I’m going to let you in on our dirty little secrets … literally.
Why I’m a Freak Reason #4
When I first started this blog, I did a series in January and February of 2012 about why I don’t fit into society. It turned out to be three different reasons, and three blog posts about why I’m a freak.
Recently, I discovered another reason why I’m a freak, and I know just about everyone will agree.
<(48-year-old me being a freak)
Infestation
Funny Words Part 2
On my last Monday’s post, no one took me up on posting a blog with classic funny English words, but I’m sharing a few more of my own today anyway.
This & That Impromptu
Yesterday I posted a Wednesday Wisdom quote. Hmm, something seemed off about that idea . . . it wasn’t Wednesday! When I realized it, I was mortified that I got the days mixed up. Then I laughed. What a doof! (a word I usually reserve for the love of my life, ;-)).
After I laughed, I decided it was a nice message anyway, so I’m leaving it.
Do you like Funny Words?
Remember the Seinfeld episode when Jerry liked to say the word “salsa?” I didn’t realize until then that there are words that I like to say too. There’s something about the way they roll of the tongue and through the lips.
Don’t Blame it on Fifty Shades
Since I do not have any photos to match this particular tale I have tell, I’ve thrown in a few sunny Florida pics to warm up you northerners as you read along.
So, reading and writing erotica is all the rage. I’d like to blame it on Fifty Shades of Gray, but sex has always been a big seller. The porn industry seems to do pretty well. Of course, I wouldn’t know. I’m an old-fashioned, all-American, girl with a tinge of loudmouth-Italian-attitude around the edges. In one of my earliest blog posts, I wrote about being labeled the goody-goody in my circle. While I enjoy a good dirty joke, writing a serious, detailed sex scene is something I struggle with as an author.
Rebellious No More
Back in the day (you know, in the early 80’s), my high school/college friends and I thought we were youthful rebels with our rock music.
I’ve always been someone who couldn’t pretend that I liked something if I didn’t, and I didn’t just like rock music, I loved it. I used to say, “I don’t care how old I get, I’ll always be a rocker.” All the while thinking that rock was only for young people, and I planned to be rocking with a wrinkly ass at age eighty-five.
Isaac and Frank
Well, I originally planned to share photos of blowing palm trees from Isaac today, but he decided to pass by in the distance and just wave ‘hello.’ It’s a typical tropical rainy day here. Fine by me, but safe prayers and wishes go out to New Orleans and the other gulf states.
Now onto the news about the other fella I mentioned … Frank. Continue reading “Isaac and Frank”
Wednesday Wisdom
Italian food speak
I am a Chicago-Italian, so we range slightly different from Italy-Italians, and New York- Italians. However, the way these Italian words are pronounced in the video below, are the same way we pronounced them in Chicago. And, it’s true about the five hour “madanad” on Sundays that they speak about.
I’m sharing this funny video with you today because I’ll be busy over the next few days (if my vertigo holds out). I’m looking forward to sharing what I’m doing here on my blog. I also always look forward to reading more bloggers out there, so hopefully I’ll be able to catch up with you all too. Hope you find this video as funny as those of us who talk this way (find it funny). 😉
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