Opening Saturday with a splash down! How exciting! Uber thrilling! Like, WOW, dog! I am impressed. Dog park not only cold, but wet, too, LOL!
Good morning, evening, and all around good time. I hope everyone has a good Saturday. It is suppose to be really hot here today. My friend told me we may break the record temp. I need to get out and do the filling of the yard waste can whilst it’s tolerable.
Editor loving my book, Belle Meade, Parthenon, Tennessee State Library, a WWI exhibit and fun dinner at Plunketts.
Fun day.
Today we’re off to breakfast with friends, wandering about Murfreesboro, possible jaunt to Franklin and the wedding celebration tonight when I’ll know about a dozen people. I think my husband is a little perplexed at all these folks delighted to see me of whom he has barely head
Rd any stories. I haven’t meant to lead a secret life!
Home tomorrow. I’ll be happy to eat normally again!
I just finished filling that can, and there is still more in that pile, but I ran out of cans. No can do until garbage pickup day on Monday. This works out well for pacing myself, and no temptation to finish the work on Sunday 🙂
Miss Bosley took the opportunity to sit on my phone while I was out. Good thing it didn’t ring. The person on the other end of the airwaves would have wondered about a cat answering.
Michelle, I look forward to reading your Biddie book. I like Baker books. They are among the publishers who offer review books through the group I am in.
I think we are all looking forward to reading about Biddie. In talking to Michelle Monday night—time slipped away—it was almost like her telling me about an old friend. I imagine she will really bring Biddie to life on the page.
Michelle, I forgot to tell you that you HAVE TO–REALLY YOU HAVE to go to a Waffle House. It should be easy to find one, they are on almost every corner in the South. It is like dinner and a show.
I have been up and done several loads of laundry. I am doing a load right now that I hadn’t planned. The Trouble With Cats is that they can get up on the guest bedroom bed and throw up all over it. We buy her really expensive special food so she won’t do that!
The Diver Dog looks exactly like Lulabelle.
I finally, after righting the first offer on Sunday afternoon, got a condo under contract. Guy said we are going to have to discuss my commission split because it isn’t fair to the other guy (I call him Junior although he isn’t related) is only on a 50/50 split AND I receive a salary. My position is that I have 12 years of real estate experience, hold a broker’s license, and do not have to be micromanaged on a deal. PLUS it isn’t like I can get out and list and sell on a regular basis because if I am not in front of a computer ALL day to be available to Guy when some random thought passes through his head, he WILL call several times an hour to see if I am finished yet, have my computer with me, and WHEN exactly will I be available. Guy and Junior have already hit the 6 digits in commission this year and I am still in the lowly 5 digits with little hope of hitting 6!
I received a wedding invitation this week from the young woman I gave the wedding shower for. It is interesting to see, she and her fiance’ are paying for most of their wedding, although I suspect her grandfather is helping her out some. Her bio dad is long gone, she was raised with a stepfather, but her grandfather (Papa–so you know that tugs at my heartstrings) has been very involved in her life and is going to walk her down the aisle. Anyway, the wording on invitations have changed so much. Instead of Mr. and Mrs. John Smith request the honor of your presence at the marriage of their daughter…..
This one reads: Together with their families you are joyfully invited to the wedding of….
I am a traditionalist in these matters but I have to admit this is a very pretty invitation and quite fitting for her personality. She also wrote me the most touching thank you note. In it she said that I have given her much more than a wedding shower and told me how much she has appreciated having me in her life. Is it any wonder that I adore her????? The other night as she was receiving all sorts of things to set up her kitchen she offhandedly said “Too bad I can’t cook”. So what did Mama Kim do? I went back to the source document. I went to Amazon and ordered her the ORIGINAL (published in 1980 yellow, Bell, South Central Bell, etc because it has changed so much over the years to become A T & T) Calling All Cooks cookbook. I told her I learned to cook out of that book.
It was funny because yesterday I was in her office giving it to her and the COO of the company stuck his head in to say hello to me and asked what I was doing. I held up the book and told him I was teaching D to cook. He said his mother had the same cookbook and told her there were no bad recipes in it. (Janice, are you familiar with it?)
THEN Junior (see above) is getting married in October. I got an invitation to a couples party in their honor…their first shower. Junior bought his first house a month or so ago. It is interesting to go online to gift registries and see what these young women are registering. They all seem so young to be doing this, but all of them are 2-4 years older than I was when I married G.
I once stopped in Las Vegas, I believe it was July of 2013, long enough to get off the plane, use the restroom, and get on another plane. I was AMAZED that they had gambling in the AIRPORT!!!!!!!!
I went to Vegas once, my senior year of college. It was too decadent for me even then–and I was an atheist at the time. I can’t gamble–my bff’s dad was a compulsive gambler and it makes me nauseous to remember how much damage that caused. I did enjoy seeing Hoover Dam. Though our bus broke down and we were there about four hours longer than originally planned….
I am my father’s daughter when it comes to gambling….the surest way to double your money is fold it in half and put it back in your wallet. They didn’t build all those grand casinos to give away money.
I haven’t been to Vegas as an adult, but we drove through there on our way to Iowa and I remember catching a train there on the way home one time (I would have been 12?); my mom and aunt and I watched “viva las vegas” with Elvis in a local theater to kill the time.
I remember the city mainly as a hot furnace blast in summer, miserable and dry — and since I was a kid, we were relegated to the outdoors on our brief stops heading to and from the Midwest.
It’s held no interest for me since, although a girlfriend loves going there with her family to play the slot machines and take in the glitter and glitz. I think she actually saw Elvis perform there in the 1970s with another friend.
And my mom’s friend in Iowa, when we were visiting her in the 1980s, mentioned how popular it was for Iowans to head to Vegas for vacations. Who knew? 🙂 Guess it’s always been so close and gambling-focused it’s never held any appeal for me (although now we are building a costly high-speed train going that way, I believe).
I can envision the mystique it must have had in the 1950s, early ’60s for adults, though, wiith the Rat Pack (Sinatra, Martin, Sammy Davis) performing there and packing in the “sophisticated” crowds martini-soaked “Mad Men” era.
And back then Vegas must have consisted of just a few tall buildings smack in the middle of the desert. Now it’s really sprawled out and developed, just another faux big city.
splash dogs is always one of the fun events to watch at the Pet Expo. A few of my shots were split seconds too late, consisting of just a bunch of water spraying into the air with no dog visible anymore! They looked like they were having fun.
Q: If someone from the 1950s suddenly appeared today, what would be the most difficult thing to explain to them?
A: I possess a device, in my pocket, that is capable of accessing the entirety of information known to man. I use it to look at pictures of cats and get into arguments with strangers.
Do you know of anyone who still uses lady’s calling cards for gift enclosures? I have had them in the past, but they had the wrong name on them and I have lost my printing connection.
Kim- Vegas has slot machines everywhere. We saw them in restaurants and the grocery store. I don’t imagine them inside church buildings, but it would not surprise me. I’ve only been there once when I was 13.
In 1950 Mississippi was dry.
I went to radio operator school in Biloxi, Ms. in December 1949.
You could drink and gamble in Biloxi.
I didn’t have any money.
Turns out, that was good.
Art and I went to Vegas a few years back for a writer and marketing conference. We flew in and got a bus to the resort which housed a casino. I had to walk through the casino to get from the room to my sessions. Art and I ate most meals at a restaurant overlooking the casino. It was smoky and loud. We did not get involved with any of the casino offerings. It was an inexpensive place to host a conference. We did not see anything else in Las Vegas except the site we were at. We did see the machines at the airport. I did really enjoy seeing the landscape and mountains in the distance.
Ladies calling cards are like business cards in a sense, but just to leave name and contact information in a social rather than business sense. You could leave them when you visit with a new person in town. Someone gave me one on a dinner cruise. And they are nice to include with gifts for thank you note purposes. Kim can probably supply more details. I have never used them. I do have business cards.
Donna, I did not see a slot machine in the restroom where we stayed. They did have toilets for making a deposit and royal flush. Thankfully there was no return on the investment.
They ate mostly used these days when you give a gift you put it inside the package. It would not say Kimberley White Smith. It says Mrs. John Quincy Adams.
Crane has them but they are charging $1.73 each with a minimum order of 50. I am going to have to break down and call my ex husband and get his discount.
Kim, the wording on wedding invitations varies depending on who is alive and who is paying for the wedding. For example, if his parents are helping pay, then it isn’t only her parents who are doing the inviting. Both of my parents were deceased before I married, so it was an easy call . . . but the reality was that if my parents had both been alive, I would have still been paying for my own wedding (even if I was 20) and I would not have worded it to pretend they were paying the bill.
I’ve spent too much time in Las Vegas–no, not for that reason! I hate Las Vegas. My dad spent the last two months of his life in a hospital there. Hotels were really cheap in those days, maybe $14 a night or $15. (This was 1984.) Breakfast would be a full plate for 99 cents or $2.00. One hotel would have a price of $15 on their sign, so the one across the street would charge $14 and the first might go down to $13. If they didn’t have a price advertised on their sign then they’d charge a little more (maybe $20-22), but we would got for several days at a time and chose whoever was advertising the cheapest rate. We’d walk through the hotel casino to get to the hotel restaurant for their cheap breakfast, never gambling a dime, but we hated the place.
I looked through the newspaper once, saw ads for prostitutes. Picked up a brochure in a parking lot that had, on its back cover, multiple naked women in various poses–only outright porn I’ve ever seen in my life. I threw it away, but felt defiled to touch it.
Years later I had a layover in Vegas on a plane flight, and got stranded for a couple of extra hours in the middle of the night. Slot machines everywhere, and I wanted so badly to get home. (I didn’t get into Chicago till 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, had to work the next day, had no idea how I would get home. Fortunately the friends who agreed to pick me up at 11:00 were kind enough to pick me up at the new hour even though I’d left them a message saying I would be late and not to worry about me–a taxi wouldn’t have gone into my neighborhood that time of the morning and I didn’t have enough cash anyway, and the public transportation from the airport didn’t run anywhere close to my house.)
I flew into Vegas once to take a shuttle bus from there to northern Arizona to visit a friend. The shuttle driver had apparently been around a while. I was the only one on the shuttle who hadn’t visited Vegas to gamble, apparently, but the driver kept pointing out the sights as we drove by them: “See that bridge? Guy from Minnesota jumped off it after he gambled away all the money he’d taken out for a second mortgage.” Then, five minutes later, “This is where a man from New Mexico shot himself after he lost $100,000 and he’d promised his wife he wouldn’t come here anymore.” Or “a college student from New York killed himself over there.” After a while I wondered if he was just so used to the stories he didn’t realize how morbid his tour was, or if it was meant as some kind of warning to his riders. But since they were all leaving Vegas to go back into Arizona, it was too late for any such lesson! (Or maybe he was telling them, “Feel bad since you probably just spent $3,000 or $4,000 you couldn’t afford? Others have it worse!”)
Some of the worse driving conditions I have ever driven in tonight….wind blowing snow across the roads, making a nice icy glaze…could not even tell where the edge of the road was, fog so thick you could see perhaps five feet in front of you…and the Denver weather reporter saying “oh but the roads are clear no sticking to the roads”….ummm right! And only a couple of inches…ummm….I have about 9 inches on my property and there was a three foot drift on the road I had to plow through with my Subaru…I’m cranky……
Cheryl if your order one of the Calling All Cooks get thw yellow one. It is the original. The others aren’t as good. I bought them and got rid of them.
I knew what ladies calling cards were. I have two daughters who watched every PBS-Masterpiece version of Jane Austin novels, and the ladies always left a calling card when they visited other families.
Good Morning…another 3 inches….tomorrow it will be in the 40’s, then by Friday in the upper 60’s….come on Spring!! Staying home from church today….roads are bad….hope ya’ll have a super duper Sunday!! 🙂
Those of you who don’t like snakes ignore this post: I guess the garter snakes have left their hibernaculum. Even though I don’t mind snakes and have been known to pick up the smaller ones, it is a bit freaky when the grass is moving in random spots and they all seem to be heading towards your house.
I am another born in 1957. That was the peak of the Baby Boom. The record for number of births in the US set in 1957 was not broken until 1989 – the year our son was born.
Interesting, Cheryl, on the Catterbox. I think we know Miss Bosley well enough to understand basically what she talks about. She is not an aloof cat. She wants to be where the people are and in on everything. She is very dog like in many ways, but she does not want a collar so a leash would be a no-no from her point of view.
We will be having a movie production company using our church parking lot for about two weeks for their crew. Our church rents out space at times to help out our budget.
Good morning everyone.
Sweet dreams Jo.
HI Tychicus and Ajisuun.
It’s a busy day for me.
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Opening Saturday with a splash down! How exciting! Uber thrilling! Like, WOW, dog! I am impressed. Dog park not only cold, but wet, too, LOL!
Good morning, evening, and all around good time. I hope everyone has a good Saturday. It is suppose to be really hot here today. My friend told me we may break the record temp. I need to get out and do the filling of the yard waste can whilst it’s tolerable.
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Good morning, fellow wanderers!
Good night, Jo!
The awful storms predicted didn’t come through, so hopefully Hubby will have an uneventful flight. He left at 5:50….
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https://pastorpaulanderson.com/2016/04/30/witch-hunt/
Mission field–not enemies.
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Editor loving my book, Belle Meade, Parthenon, Tennessee State Library, a WWI exhibit and fun dinner at Plunketts.
Fun day.
Today we’re off to breakfast with friends, wandering about Murfreesboro, possible jaunt to Franklin and the wedding celebration tonight when I’ll know about a dozen people. I think my husband is a little perplexed at all these folks delighted to see me of whom he has barely head
Rd any stories. I haven’t meant to lead a secret life!
Home tomorrow. I’ll be happy to eat normally again!
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You must be flying home, Michelle. Did you get a comfortable rental vehicle?
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I said that it was strange to see Michelle posting on east coast time
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And it’s odd to be here, Jo! 🙂
Yes, we’re flying. We’ve got a stop in Las Vegas just long enough for dinner, home late though.
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I just finished filling that can, and there is still more in that pile, but I ran out of cans. No can do until garbage pickup day on Monday. This works out well for pacing myself, and no temptation to finish the work on Sunday 🙂
Miss Bosley took the opportunity to sit on my phone while I was out. Good thing it didn’t ring. The person on the other end of the airwaves would have wondered about a cat answering.
Michelle, I look forward to reading your Biddie book. I like Baker books. They are among the publishers who offer review books through the group I am in.
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I think we are all looking forward to reading about Biddie. In talking to Michelle Monday night—time slipped away—it was almost like her telling me about an old friend. I imagine she will really bring Biddie to life on the page.
Michelle, I forgot to tell you that you HAVE TO–REALLY YOU HAVE to go to a Waffle House. It should be easy to find one, they are on almost every corner in the South. It is like dinner and a show.
I have been up and done several loads of laundry. I am doing a load right now that I hadn’t planned. The Trouble With Cats is that they can get up on the guest bedroom bed and throw up all over it. We buy her really expensive special food so she won’t do that!
The Diver Dog looks exactly like Lulabelle.
I finally, after righting the first offer on Sunday afternoon, got a condo under contract. Guy said we are going to have to discuss my commission split because it isn’t fair to the other guy (I call him Junior although he isn’t related) is only on a 50/50 split AND I receive a salary. My position is that I have 12 years of real estate experience, hold a broker’s license, and do not have to be micromanaged on a deal. PLUS it isn’t like I can get out and list and sell on a regular basis because if I am not in front of a computer ALL day to be available to Guy when some random thought passes through his head, he WILL call several times an hour to see if I am finished yet, have my computer with me, and WHEN exactly will I be available. Guy and Junior have already hit the 6 digits in commission this year and I am still in the lowly 5 digits with little hope of hitting 6!
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I received a wedding invitation this week from the young woman I gave the wedding shower for. It is interesting to see, she and her fiance’ are paying for most of their wedding, although I suspect her grandfather is helping her out some. Her bio dad is long gone, she was raised with a stepfather, but her grandfather (Papa–so you know that tugs at my heartstrings) has been very involved in her life and is going to walk her down the aisle. Anyway, the wording on invitations have changed so much. Instead of Mr. and Mrs. John Smith request the honor of your presence at the marriage of their daughter…..
This one reads: Together with their families you are joyfully invited to the wedding of….
I am a traditionalist in these matters but I have to admit this is a very pretty invitation and quite fitting for her personality. She also wrote me the most touching thank you note. In it she said that I have given her much more than a wedding shower and told me how much she has appreciated having me in her life. Is it any wonder that I adore her????? The other night as she was receiving all sorts of things to set up her kitchen she offhandedly said “Too bad I can’t cook”. So what did Mama Kim do? I went back to the source document. I went to Amazon and ordered her the ORIGINAL (published in 1980 yellow, Bell, South Central Bell, etc because it has changed so much over the years to become A T & T) Calling All Cooks cookbook. I told her I learned to cook out of that book.
It was funny because yesterday I was in her office giving it to her and the COO of the company stuck his head in to say hello to me and asked what I was doing. I held up the book and told him I was teaching D to cook. He said his mother had the same cookbook and told her there were no bad recipes in it. (Janice, are you familiar with it?)
THEN Junior (see above) is getting married in October. I got an invitation to a couples party in their honor…their first shower. Junior bought his first house a month or so ago. It is interesting to go online to gift registries and see what these young women are registering. They all seem so young to be doing this, but all of them are 2-4 years older than I was when I married G.
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I once stopped in Las Vegas, I believe it was July of 2013, long enough to get off the plane, use the restroom, and get on another plane. I was AMAZED that they had gambling in the AIRPORT!!!!!!!!
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It’s entirely reasonable, Kim, in how you feel, about Guy.
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I DO know the difference between writing and righting!
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They probably had brothels there as well.
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In the airport?????
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You deserve a break today…..
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I went to Vegas once, my senior year of college. It was too decadent for me even then–and I was an atheist at the time. I can’t gamble–my bff’s dad was a compulsive gambler and it makes me nauseous to remember how much damage that caused. I did enjoy seeing Hoover Dam. Though our bus broke down and we were there about four hours longer than originally planned….
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I am my father’s daughter when it comes to gambling….the surest way to double your money is fold it in half and put it back in your wallet. They didn’t build all those grand casinos to give away money.
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Donna,
The dog in the header looks like a T-Rex because of the angle. Good shot. 🙂
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A T-Rex with ears…
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I haven’t been to Vegas as an adult, but we drove through there on our way to Iowa and I remember catching a train there on the way home one time (I would have been 12?); my mom and aunt and I watched “viva las vegas” with Elvis in a local theater to kill the time.
I remember the city mainly as a hot furnace blast in summer, miserable and dry — and since I was a kid, we were relegated to the outdoors on our brief stops heading to and from the Midwest.
It’s held no interest for me since, although a girlfriend loves going there with her family to play the slot machines and take in the glitter and glitz. I think she actually saw Elvis perform there in the 1970s with another friend.
And my mom’s friend in Iowa, when we were visiting her in the 1980s, mentioned how popular it was for Iowans to head to Vegas for vacations. Who knew? 🙂 Guess it’s always been so close and gambling-focused it’s never held any appeal for me (although now we are building a costly high-speed train going that way, I believe).
I can envision the mystique it must have had in the 1950s, early ’60s for adults, though, wiith the Rat Pack (Sinatra, Martin, Sammy Davis) performing there and packing in the “sophisticated” crowds martini-soaked “Mad Men” era.
And back then Vegas must have consisted of just a few tall buildings smack in the middle of the desert. Now it’s really sprawled out and developed, just another faux big city.
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splash dogs is always one of the fun events to watch at the Pet Expo. A few of my shots were split seconds too late, consisting of just a bunch of water spraying into the air with no dog visible anymore! They looked like they were having fun.
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Well, OK, we didn’t actually go to the movie WITH Elvis. He was on the screen, we were in the seats. 🙂
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From FB:
Q: If someone from the 1950s suddenly appeared today, what would be the most difficult thing to explain to them?
A: I possess a device, in my pocket, that is capable of accessing the entirety of information known to man. I use it to look at pictures of cats and get into arguments with strangers.
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Do you know of anyone who still uses lady’s calling cards for gift enclosures? I have had them in the past, but they had the wrong name on them and I have lost my printing connection.
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Kim- Vegas has slot machines everywhere. We saw them in restaurants and the grocery store. I don’t imagine them inside church buildings, but it would not surprise me. I’ve only been there once when I was 13.
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Donna- Iowans don’t need to go to Vegas to gamble anymore, since Iowa has casinos along every major river. But many still do for the shows, etc.
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In 1950 Mississippi was dry.
I went to radio operator school in Biloxi, Ms. in December 1949.
You could drink and gamble in Biloxi.
I didn’t have any money.
Turns out, that was good.
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Got stuck in a cab once in Vegas as a sorta hostage when we only had cards and no cash to pay
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I think my friend told me once there were slot machines in the rest rooms?
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Ok, have to ask, what are ‘ladies’ calling cards’?
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Thank you, Donna, I don’t know either.
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Scott made it safely (and on time!) to Myrtle Beach.
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Me neither, I was ashamed to ask.
MB should be a great trip.
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Art and I went to Vegas a few years back for a writer and marketing conference. We flew in and got a bus to the resort which housed a casino. I had to walk through the casino to get from the room to my sessions. Art and I ate most meals at a restaurant overlooking the casino. It was smoky and loud. We did not get involved with any of the casino offerings. It was an inexpensive place to host a conference. We did not see anything else in Las Vegas except the site we were at. We did see the machines at the airport. I did really enjoy seeing the landscape and mountains in the distance.
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Ladies calling cards are like business cards in a sense, but just to leave name and contact information in a social rather than business sense. You could leave them when you visit with a new person in town. Someone gave me one on a dinner cruise. And they are nice to include with gifts for thank you note purposes. Kim can probably supply more details. I have never used them. I do have business cards.
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Donna, I did not see a slot machine in the restroom where we stayed. They did have toilets for making a deposit and royal flush. Thankfully there was no return on the investment.
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History of ladies calling cards:http://www.daysofelegance.com/callingcards.html
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They ate mostly used these days when you give a gift you put it inside the package. It would not say Kimberley White Smith. It says Mrs. John Quincy Adams.
Crane has them but they are charging $1.73 each with a minimum order of 50. I am going to have to break down and call my ex husband and get his discount.
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Kim, the wording on wedding invitations varies depending on who is alive and who is paying for the wedding. For example, if his parents are helping pay, then it isn’t only her parents who are doing the inviting. Both of my parents were deceased before I married, so it was an easy call . . . but the reality was that if my parents had both been alive, I would have still been paying for my own wedding (even if I was 20) and I would not have worded it to pretend they were paying the bill.
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I’ve spent too much time in Las Vegas–no, not for that reason! I hate Las Vegas. My dad spent the last two months of his life in a hospital there. Hotels were really cheap in those days, maybe $14 a night or $15. (This was 1984.) Breakfast would be a full plate for 99 cents or $2.00. One hotel would have a price of $15 on their sign, so the one across the street would charge $14 and the first might go down to $13. If they didn’t have a price advertised on their sign then they’d charge a little more (maybe $20-22), but we would got for several days at a time and chose whoever was advertising the cheapest rate. We’d walk through the hotel casino to get to the hotel restaurant for their cheap breakfast, never gambling a dime, but we hated the place.
I looked through the newspaper once, saw ads for prostitutes. Picked up a brochure in a parking lot that had, on its back cover, multiple naked women in various poses–only outright porn I’ve ever seen in my life. I threw it away, but felt defiled to touch it.
Years later I had a layover in Vegas on a plane flight, and got stranded for a couple of extra hours in the middle of the night. Slot machines everywhere, and I wanted so badly to get home. (I didn’t get into Chicago till 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, had to work the next day, had no idea how I would get home. Fortunately the friends who agreed to pick me up at 11:00 were kind enough to pick me up at the new hour even though I’d left them a message saying I would be late and not to worry about me–a taxi wouldn’t have gone into my neighborhood that time of the morning and I didn’t have enough cash anyway, and the public transportation from the airport didn’t run anywhere close to my house.)
I flew into Vegas once to take a shuttle bus from there to northern Arizona to visit a friend. The shuttle driver had apparently been around a while. I was the only one on the shuttle who hadn’t visited Vegas to gamble, apparently, but the driver kept pointing out the sights as we drove by them: “See that bridge? Guy from Minnesota jumped off it after he gambled away all the money he’d taken out for a second mortgage.” Then, five minutes later, “This is where a man from New Mexico shot himself after he lost $100,000 and he’d promised his wife he wouldn’t come here anymore.” Or “a college student from New York killed himself over there.” After a while I wondered if he was just so used to the stories he didn’t realize how morbid his tour was, or if it was meant as some kind of warning to his riders. But since they were all leaving Vegas to go back into Arizona, it was too late for any such lesson! (Or maybe he was telling them, “Feel bad since you probably just spent $3,000 or $4,000 you couldn’t afford? Others have it worse!”)
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Some of the worse driving conditions I have ever driven in tonight….wind blowing snow across the roads, making a nice icy glaze…could not even tell where the edge of the road was, fog so thick you could see perhaps five feet in front of you…and the Denver weather reporter saying “oh but the roads are clear no sticking to the roads”….ummm right! And only a couple of inches…ummm….I have about 9 inches on my property and there was a three foot drift on the road I had to plow through with my Subaru…I’m cranky……
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Kim, I’ve never heard of “Calling All Cooks,” but I see four books (four volumes) with that name plus a lot of related ones.
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Nancy Jill, yuck!
For you cat people: http://www.adweek.com/adfreak/temptations-made-collar-finally-gives-your-cat-human-voice-so-it-can-talk-you-171123
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Cheryl if your order one of the Calling All Cooks get thw yellow one. It is the original. The others aren’t as good. I bought them and got rid of them.
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We have prostitutes in the parking lot of one of our supermarkets (derisively called the ‘ghetto Vons’ as it’s in not a great area).
Well, calling cards, who ever knew? My pinky finger automatically raised as I was reading all of that.
I clearly missed the etiquette classes. Too busy popping fuchsia buds in the backyard, I suppose.
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I had $35 in Petco ‘reward’ dollars to use so I got the dogs a new bed today.
Annie Oakley immediately commandeered it.
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I knew what ladies calling cards were. I have two daughters who watched every PBS-Masterpiece version of Jane Austin novels, and the ladies always left a calling card when they visited other families.
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Good morning!!!
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Good Morning…another 3 inches….tomorrow it will be in the 40’s, then by Friday in the upper 60’s….come on Spring!! Staying home from church today….roads are bad….hope ya’ll have a super duper Sunday!! 🙂
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I’m home today, too, non-serious but annoying, itchy skin rash issue (that I think may be a side effect of a medication).
Coffee tastes good this morning. I may have a second cup.
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The Bishop came for confirmation today. It was a good sermon and there was a song I wanted to share with you, but it hasn’t made it to Youtube yet.
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Oh just sing it to us, Kim
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My son just emailed me my ticket confirmation for coming home in June!! Woohoo!
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Hooray for Jo!
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Those of you who don’t like snakes ignore this post: I guess the garter snakes have left their hibernaculum. Even though I don’t mind snakes and have been known to pick up the smaller ones, it is a bit freaky when the grass is moving in random spots and they all seem to be heading towards your house.
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And let’s hear it for the ’57-ers: Myself, Mumsee, Kevin and Chas-Elvera’s anniversary. 59 years in June, correct?
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So, kare jumps in and takes it. So I’ll claim 59, since those mentioned are celebrating 59 years of life or marriage this year.
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I’m a 53er, but never pay any attention to that since I am married to a 48er, I think my effective age is somewhere between.
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I am another born in 1957. That was the peak of the Baby Boom. The record for number of births in the US set in 1957 was not broken until 1989 – the year our son was born.
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Ohhhh, I’m sorry Peter, I didn’t mean to steal 57!!
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Interesting, Cheryl, on the Catterbox. I think we know Miss Bosley well enough to understand basically what she talks about. She is not an aloof cat. She wants to be where the people are and in on everything. She is very dog like in many ways, but she does not want a collar so a leash would be a no-no from her point of view.
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We will be having a movie production company using our church parking lot for about two weeks for their crew. Our church rents out space at times to help out our budget.
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Kare, better you than……certain other people who have been known to roll right over others in an attempt to snag that number.
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Yep, Mumsee, better her than you.
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Wait…what??? Cheryl?
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What about me?
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Yeah, at least Kare didn’t run me over in her Jeep.
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Yep, but I drive a Subaru now (the Jeep is now the secondary vehicle) 🙂
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Beware, I still drive a Jeep
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Beep beep, honk honk
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Love being a 49er. I was born in Sacramento 100 years after the Gold rush.
My church adjoins the Empire Mine State Park. so many tunnels in our area.
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