tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859080537115610092024-03-13T06:02:49.804-07:00Plum Wine and SnarkObscure holidays you wish you knew about ...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-22875239924587675802016-05-25T08:59:00.001-07:002016-05-25T14:55:22.225-07:00May 25 - National Towel Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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interstellar hitch-hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can
wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan
Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus
V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars
which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a
mini-raft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat;
wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the
Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it
assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you — daft as a brush, but very
very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal,
and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean
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<span style="font-size: large;">I celebrated this day by finding a school library book in the depths of one of our cars in order to not have to pay $15 for it on the last day of school. Go me!!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-60913334868724844542016-05-14T07:28:00.000-07:002016-05-25T08:32:51.298-07:00May 14 - Train Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yet I could not keep myself from giggling because I kept singing Boil that Cabbage Down a la The Smothers Brothers and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder for vicious pumas in the crevasses.<br />
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Today is National Blame Someone Else Day, an unofficial national day that was invented by Anne Moeller of Michigan around 1982 or something. Apparently one morning her alarm failed to go off ... followed by a string of bad luck throughout the day ... which happened to be Friday the 13th.</div>
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Sounds like she had Alexander's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day ... and got back at it by making it a national holiday?? Waaaa waaaaa waaaaaaaa .... baby. But I jest. Since I don't know what things happened to her I have no room to tease-whine, but I must say that this stupid Friday the 13th gets way more traction than it should. I mean, equal employment act was adopted on Friday the 13th in October of 1967. THAT'S awesome. Also, Benjamin Franklin said that famous quote about death and taxes. I don't know if that's GOOD necessarily, but it's not entirely horrid. For some. <br />
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I also heard the first nudist colony was founded in the UK on this day. And I'll bet someone got lucky that day too. It may be Friday the 13th and if something inauspicious happens to me I am going to blame someone else for everything. You know, like my kids do. *wink*<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-29743351902935632492016-05-12T15:00:00.000-07:002016-05-12T15:39:23.350-07:00May 12 - Limerick Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Okay, so most people know THAT much and many only assume the following rhyme. At any rate, it's limerick day and this day celebrates the birthday of English artist, author, poet and illustrator Edward Lear who is known for his nonsensical limericks. The wee poems were popularized by his book of poetry which he aptly titled "Book of Nonsense."</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-46285802099459497532016-05-11T13:16:00.000-07:002016-05-16T16:59:12.851-07:00May 11 - Eat What You Want Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx562iZMwLOckTV7uhDHXdJ12NLJhWkw25WnAN-vNpkHpgrtrOoY6BMaU3c-qG4Fn7uy4LEFlJOnnUi64nHCDmcFJUwSkf3d2E2BkkolepQ7T53M2gSGlE5_2A8QuvLHID5Tjovf7-BYI/s1600/May11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx562iZMwLOckTV7uhDHXdJ12NLJhWkw25WnAN-vNpkHpgrtrOoY6BMaU3c-qG4Fn7uy4LEFlJOnnUi64nHCDmcFJUwSkf3d2E2BkkolepQ7T53M2gSGlE5_2A8QuvLHID5Tjovf7-BYI/s320/May11.jpg" width="320"></a></div>Score. I'm going to Starbucks. To celebrate EAT WHAT YOU WANT DAY I am going to share with you something off the Secret Menu at Starbucks. For you Harry Potter fans, have you ever wanted to take your muggle-self to Hogsmeade? Have a Butterbeer at ye olde starbucks by asking for a creme frappuccino base (don't skip on the fat on this one--considering the day and all--whole milk gives it a better consistency). Add 3 pumps of caramel syrup, 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup, and top that baby with caramel drizzle. Sound like it could kill you with sugar? This is possible, but you're a wizard and all ... you've cheated death before. Oooo! And this also makes a lovely latte.<br><br>Fiction is great, isn't it? <br><br>Oh yeah, and there is a Green Master Frappuccino for Star Wars fans who consider Yoda their personal trainer. Ask for a Green Tea Frappuccino, add java chips, and then top it with whipped cream and caramel drizzle. OR try a Storm Trooper Frappuccino by starting with a Vanilla Ceme Frappuccino made with syrup (not powder) and top it with whipped cream and mocha drizzle.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br>Sounds like a yummy, fun thing to include in Eat What You Want Day ... besides, we all know there is really no "secret menu" there. I know I'm pushing the eat what you want idea with #nevermindDRINKcrapanddie. Anyhoo, just ask for what you want; these are recipes that people who have a strong caffeine addiction have created and SB is more than happy to fill their bank account with money for your personal creations. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Maybe to celebrate this day I am going to make up my OWN drink. Hmmm ... hmmmm ... I know! The Theatre Diva Latte. It's an empty cup, of course. If you're a good actor, no one will know!<br><br><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-68185168278853343902016-05-08T13:33:00.000-07:002016-05-11T13:48:44.249-07:00May 8 - NO SOCKS DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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obstacles can be raised and enable people with disabilities to live more liberated
and self-fulfilled lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can think of
several people I know who have some form of disability but their determination
to ignore naysayers and live out their dreams is nothing short of
inspirational. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My impulse is to list a
few but I dare not draw attention to a disability.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, I will tell you what they do and
pass on the inspiration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here are some
things that have been accomplished by people I know personally with a serious disability:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hairdresser, preacher, mechanic, actor, singer, author, teacher, and athletic class instructor.</div>
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I did not begin with the famous … Beethoven, Van Gogh, Frido
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freaking Helen Keller? All of these people did not want to be known for their physical difficulties, they ... just ... did. So, let me pass on one word of advice on this day which was passed on to me by a hearing impaired friend. "Telling someone they are 'inspirational' can be just as insulting as focusing on the disability." <em> </em></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-17773638082252987082016-05-06T10:16:00.000-07:002016-05-06T17:55:50.027-07:00May 6 - Beverage Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div></div><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EULVmc4DrkQ/VyzU87DnoOI/AAAAAAAADSE/bZEQXggMR0U/I/photo_171790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" class="bloggoimg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EULVmc4DrkQ/VyzU87DnoOI/AAAAAAAADSE/bZEQXggMR0U/I/photo_171790.jpg"></a>Well ... this could be fun.<br><div><br></div><div>I am currently at a Thai café in order to write before I meet a friend because I still want to give her this much belated birthday gift. Therefore ...</div><div><br></div><div>I am going to try the sugar cane drink. And this scares me ... a lot. Pure sugar cane water or what? What IS it? I like to suck on sugar cane in Honduras on occasion but ... ew? I almost changed my mind and ordered sweet tea like a true southerner but I hate it when others do that ... AND I did not know it was the theme of the day until I read my list. So I am challenged. I'm doing it.</div><div><br></div><div>I have to wait because they are brewing it. Good sign. I hope. *jeopardy theme here*</div><div><br></div><div>Okay. I hate it. BUT that is just an opinion, it's not horrid (not spew-worthy), and it does remind me of my old home in the aforementioned deep, DEEP south. Not the deep south of Texas or even Tennessee ... I meant the one where I sucked on sugar cane in a mango tree.</div><div><br></div><div>Apparently this day celebrates ALL beverages ... and not just the coffee that many hungover Americans are drinking today. #cincodemayo #seisdeborrachos</div><div><br></div><div>So kick back and enjoy your favourite drink today. May it be an afternoon of pleasure and relaxation. Or suck on some sugar cane. #HURRYUPBETHBEFOREIGETSOMETHINGWEIRD</div><div><br></div><div>-ER.</div><div>Peace out.</div><div><br></div><div>I hope I'm at the right place...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-90772145426689096392016-05-04T13:15:00.001-07:002016-05-25T21:27:14.982-07:00May 4 - National Star Wars Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS5K3o4sAUGQ7L3HKopcRpS2DX5OyH0_D9nmTtjqguFovxuhj-iQ3gPoztZT97Wfq_jcrNYnYZlS7G_nZS1IijTpoQQ-hUQHhCNzUc8LmOB4DdmzQM8luvwydpKb-2ZpcXwH9eyBci6E/s1600/May4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS5K3o4sAUGQ7L3HKopcRpS2DX5OyH0_D9nmTtjqguFovxuhj-iQ3gPoztZT97Wfq_jcrNYnYZlS7G_nZS1IijTpoQQ-hUQHhCNzUc8LmOB4DdmzQM8luvwydpKb-2ZpcXwH9eyBci6E/s320/May4.jpg" width="320"></a></div>Well, if there were ever a holiday that encapsulated a culture ...<br><br>Star Wars originally opened in theatres late in May of 1977. Two years later in the same month, on, well, May 4, a Danish writer sent a congratulatory message to Margaret Thatcher who had on the same day taken office as the prime minister. She referenced the (quickly becoming) iconic film and congratulated her by saying, "May the 4th be with you, Maggie." *giggle giggle snort snort* Years later (somewhere in the 90s) this phrase was smirkingly repeated in Parliament but it wasn't until a few years ago that this day was to become an actual international holiday ... and geek cheers were heard around the world.<br><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_VYHFr1NsoPg4qVxXerA9CSzg-X2VefNn3_ZdHKQkL2MYDRwgXmHqLHSc-bY1wpyehpS-6evQa4aaA7hVhsTo6GQtbF-6Xhr3NIDjMstSTlllxQw600bRXUI_E_1UK-Iyot1xCGbebg/s1600/May4-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_VYHFr1NsoPg4qVxXerA9CSzg-X2VefNn3_ZdHKQkL2MYDRwgXmHqLHSc-bY1wpyehpS-6evQa4aaA7hVhsTo6GQtbF-6Xhr3NIDjMstSTlllxQw600bRXUI_E_1UK-Iyot1xCGbebg/s320/May4-2.png" width="320"></a>Okay, my claim to geekdom is the fact that I have, in fact, stood in line on opening night for every last film, including the first two in 1977 and 1980 with my dad, in 1983 with my freshmen bffs, in 1999 as a newlywed with my hubby, a groomsman and his really cool dad in tow, in 2002 and 2005 with Dave (of course), and in 2015 for the latest installment we were in line wearing handmade "I love you/I know" matching sweatshirts. We also have matching bracelets with the same reference. Does that make us crazy? Oh HECK yeah ... and we plan to pass it on to the kids this December. *grin*<br><br>Yep, celebrating by dressing up as a storm trooper or hosting a movie marathon is completely acceptable (and expected!) on this day. As for me, I am celebrating by writing this blurb and I'll just continue wearing my Star-Wars-Muppet mashup t-shirt, but I may also put blue food colouring in my son's milk tonight à la Aunt Buru. And, even though I am not a Catholic, I will probably not be able to help myself if anyone says to me, "May the fourth be with you," by responding,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br> "...and also with you." Tee hee hee.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If ONLY I had saved every ticket stub. But in 1977 with episode IV ... I mean, really ... who knew?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-53600297989137267792016-05-03T10:32:00.000-07:002016-05-20T10:55:35.019-07:00May 3 - Paranormal Activity Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Paranormal simply means out-of-the-realm of normal, or, er, what the larger population considers normal. In that case, my entire life is paranormal! But, I know you know what I mean.<br />
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Dare I take this opportunity to promote CAKE OR DEATH, a play which needs a few more productions in order to publish ... it is a comic farce that peeks into the life of Emily and her two cohabitants, Lenore and Freedom, ghosts who passed away twenty-two years apart in the same apartment. As the story unfurls, Emily sheds light onto the deaths of her two cohabitants, only to find out that if they don't move quickly, she could be the next one to kick the bucket! It is an incredibly entertaining play about life, death, metaphysics, Shakespeare, James Dean, and The Wizard of Oz. Yeah, if there are any takers out there who would like to read the script, let me know!!!<br />
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But I digress. ;)<br />
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Each year on this day, people who believe (or have simply experienced) paranormal activities are encouraged to share their experiences with each other.<br />
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So, let's do it! Let's share some stuff that has happened to us that cannot be explained away by ordinary scientific measures.<br />
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Okay, I'll go first. <br />
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After moving into this house I woke up and saw a guy in a floppy hat sitting cross-legged on the little deacon's bench in our bedroom. It kinda scared the living hooey out of me at first and then after he vanished I just went back to sleep. I later heard from our neighbour that the previous owner, since deceased, used to wear a floppy hat and described the same one ... before I told her about this!<br />
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I've got a few more, but ... you go!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-65672472170329977712016-05-01T12:24:00.000-07:002016-05-23T12:26:26.584-07:00May 1 - Save the Rhino Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="DE" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: DE;">Reginald was an
angry rhinoceros. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">No one knew why he was angry. He
just was. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Some rhinos are like that. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Some people are like that too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Reginald’s anger and generally bad mood </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">quickly spread to all of the animals </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">in the woodlands, marshes, grasslands, </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">savannas, mud wallows, and shade trees. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">Reginald, who would rather go by
“Redge,” </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">thank you, </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">was constantly angered by the </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">tiniest thing.</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge was a vegetarian. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He never
ate meat. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He only ate leaves, buds and </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">shoots of plants, bushes and
trees. He was especially fond of Acacia tree leaves. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">One day Redge was having lunch at
Jasmine the Jackal’s place. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">They were laughing and having a good time
until she brought in a plate of spaghetti … </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">and MEAT balls! This made
Redge angry at Jasmine because she </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">should have remembered that he never ate
meat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He stomped and snorted and pouted and
screamed; he screeched and squealed </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">and yawped! “Everyone knows Jackals
don’t think of anyone but themselves! </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Bellowing tick birds,
Jasmine!” and charged out the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Jasmine was stunned at his language and
cried for two hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Later that day, Redge was drinking water
at a nearby stream when he heard banjo music.</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“That can’t be good,” he
said. Coming toward him on a bicycle was Quentin, </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">a vervet monkey, riding
hands-free and playing a banjo. “Hey Redge!” he waved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge tried to be nice. “Do you
want one of my jam sandwiches?” “Sure!” Quentin said.</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> He couldn’t
believe Redge was being so pleasant. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">They sat by the stream and the
monkey talked and talked and talked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Thanks for the sandwich!” Quentin
said before tossed his banjo over his shoulders </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">and got back on his
bicycle. But as he was about to ride off, Redge thought he saw several </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">of
the jam sandwiches in Quentin’s basket. This made him mad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge stomped and snorted and pouted and
screamed; he screeched and squealed </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">and yawped! “Everyone knows vervet
monkeys steal things! </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sweaty, hairless hippos, Quentin!” and
charged away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Quentin was hurt by his Redge’s words …
and he rode home very sad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge went to his favourite Acacia tree
to sit under it, chew on its leaves, and pout … </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">but when he arrived, he was
surprised to see two giraffes had already eaten </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">almost all of his leaves!
This made Redge really mad. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He stomped and snorted and pouted and
screamed; he screeched and squealed </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">and yawped! “Everyone knows giraffes are
stupid and don’t take baths! </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Hump muzzled wildebeests!” and charged
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The giraffes were shocked at his
language, but went back to chewing their leaves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge was walking and pouting when he
smelled something terrible. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then he looked around. He had walked
right into a pack of hyenas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As he slowly backed away he backed right
into a very odd looking hyena with a frying pan</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> on his head. “Ow!”
said the hyena. “You stepped on my foot!” Redge was scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">But the hyena only stuck out a paw and
laughed. “That’s all right, friend. Call me Hershey.” </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> Redge
gingerly shook his paw. “I didn’t catch your name, chum,” asked
Hershey. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> Redge took a deep breath. “My name is … is …
Reginald.” There was silence. </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> A long silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then one hyena started to giggle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And another. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And another. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And forty-two. “Reginald!”
“That’s brilliant!” “It’s fantastic!” “What a funny name for a
rhino!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The hyenas laugh was so contagious that
Hershey, who was trying to contain himself, </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">burst out into an uncontrollable
laugh. And Redge got angry. Very angry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge stomped and snorted and pouted and
screamed; he screeched and squealed and </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">yawped! But the hyenas laughed
harder. “Oh my,” said Redge, “It IS a funny name…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Yes, he stomped and snorted and pouted
and screamed; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">he screeched and squealed and yawped! Thinking he was
putting on a show, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">the hyenas laughed even harder than before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">So he stomped and snorted and pouted and
screamed; he screeched and squealed and … and …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"> <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>… giggled. The hyenas’ cackles
were so funny that Redge just could not stop his own </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Hershey finally caught his breath, “I’m
sorry, Redge. “We’re hyenas. It’s what we do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Laughter is an
instant vacation! When you laugh, everyone is cheerful and relaxed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It makes you think a lot less of your problems … and it sure feels better than
being mad.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge couldn’t believe it. It DID feel better! So
instead …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>chuckled
and giggled and snickered and hooted and chortled and gasped and wheezed!
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then Hershey chuckled and giggled and
snickered and hooted and chortled and </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">gasped and wheezed!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Redge and the hyenas laughed on into the
night and well into the next morning. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Once Redge laughed so hard he fell
down and rolled on his back and almost </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">squashed poor Hershey, who had never
seen a rhino laugh that much … </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">which made him laugh even harder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">They passed Quentin the Vervet Monkey,
who was up in his tree, sadly playing his banjo. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then Redge noticed that
what he saw in Quentin’s basket were not sandwiches at all, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">but blocks of
Quentin’s favourite cheese! So he apologized, left all of his </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">jam sandwiches
with Quentin’s family, and decided he needed to get his eyes checked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">When they passed the grazing giraffes,
they shared some leaves from the Acacia tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Even Jasmine the Jackal couldn’t help
her laughter when Redge showed up </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">at her door offering her a bouquet of Acacia
leaves with a hyena on his shoulders! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Reginald’s new laughter and generally
good mood quickly spread to all </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">of the animals in the woodlands, marshes,
grasslands, savannas, mud wallows, </span></div>
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rhino. No one knew why he was happy; he just was. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Some rhinos are
like that. Especially Reginald. Some people are like that too.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-2535041049388716672016-04-29T17:28:00.000-07:002016-04-29T17:30:51.968-07:00Apr 29- World Wish Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you wish upon a star ... or a wishbone ... or a penny ... your dreams may or may not come true. But you know, if a deserving child is the recipient of the Make-A-Wish Foundation the odds are really in their favour. This day isn't just about making a random wish and blowing out a dandelion, it is about making actual reality happen for those who are somehow in need because of a fight against a deadly illness. Watch the inspiring origins of World Wish Day here:<br />
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April 29th is the day that inspired the foundation in 1980 and now celebrates the day in gratitude for the donors who make possible the life-changing wishes of a child in need, who may not see another year in his or her life. And it started with how one community came together with this wish ... this one wish ... the unity, spirit, and universal emotion captivated on this day changed many children's short, short lives. Even now, 35 years later ... wishes are still being granted. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-27393038056900124682016-04-28T11:05:00.000-07:002016-05-23T08:57:06.865-07:00April 28 - National Poetry Reading Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Whan that aprill with his shoures
soote</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">The droghte of march hath
perced to the roote,</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">And bathed every veyne in swich
licour</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Of which vertu engendred is the
flour;</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Whan zephirus eek with his
sweete breeth</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Inspired hath in every holt and
heeth</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Tendre croppes, and the yonge
sonne</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Hath in the ram his halve cours
yronne,</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">That is all I remember by
memory without prompting of the prologue to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales,
although if someone prompts the first two words of whatever line I forget, I
can totally do it. Thank you, senior English teacher. I can admit
to looking up the spelling, though. And since it happens to be an April 'holiday,' I went there first. "Whan that aprill..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Thank heavens for theatre so I
could feed this brain that memorizes so well. Although ... it IS kind of
a curse that I remember whole plays years after I've done them. That and
I can still quote the entire Robin Hood movie, Disney version ... at least
every part that was on the LP. But I digress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">However, to celebrate National
Poetry Day I am going to recite Roald Dahl's version of Cinderella from
Revolting Rhymes, which I bought in Vienna years ago and just found in the
garage this morning while looking for something else. They are insanely
easy and I used them when I dressed as either Lady Boo, Lady Christmas, or Lady
Marmalade (don't go there lol) and told stories in elementary school classes.
I'm not going to recite it RIGHT HERE because those are insanely long.
I am either going to make my 4th grader listen to me or just do it on the
front porch and draw attention to myself.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-30850453517433889802016-04-27T12:24:00.000-07:002016-04-27T12:26:03.671-07:00Apr 27 - Morse Code Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-14023087572610534022016-04-26T15:41:00.000-07:002016-05-23T09:57:06.214-07:00Apr 26 - Hug a Friend Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let your friends know how special they are. Here is my virtual hug to some of them. I could say so much about so many friends who have touched my life but I am narrowing it down to three very close friends I have known for around 10 years and are living in Nashville.<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>Beth, you are my partner in literary crime and so enjoy the creativity and laughter that you bring out in me. I don't remember whose place you took in the play where we met, but I certain I would not have felt so challenged, loved, and special as I do knowing you. The pajamas you gave me after the flood have lots of holes now, but they also give me a hug so I dare not part with them ... or YOU! Ever. Get used to it. ;-)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VpDUBcV6zR2-LUHHUIGl0c1S47qYWUdhp6LWhObD7C6UCRrUwQPLGwKjlxm3afQnAEgtan0ZHQowEXOo5vSOewF74NcHz8fOnv4_9tTtWefCAlSWs6F3L_wPqq2NGD3Oa7qQR7Lpgi8/s1600/Apr26.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VpDUBcV6zR2-LUHHUIGl0c1S47qYWUdhp6LWhObD7C6UCRrUwQPLGwKjlxm3afQnAEgtan0ZHQowEXOo5vSOewF74NcHz8fOnv4_9tTtWefCAlSWs6F3L_wPqq2NGD3Oa7qQR7Lpgi8/s320/Apr26.gif" width="320" /></a>
<li>Daniel, it's so nice to have a friend who I do not have to see or hang out with for months at a time but when we finally do, it's real, it's important, it's fun, and it's usually intense. All of those could apply to everything we've ever done together...sometimes we are just fulfilling one of those as a close-friend-need and sometimes we find a way to do them all at once on my back porch ... with spirits. Love ya, man.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>Julie, we have known each other for much longer than ten years and somehow we were brought together in the same city ... again. Your face is a blessing. Your home is a blessing. Your stories, fact or fiction, are a blessing in so many ways. Our times together grow more and more meaningful with each meeting or new experience or even trauma. You mean WAY more to me than my luggage and we really should have collected a journal of inside jokes, Tawanda. I love you, truly.</li>
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Let your friends know how important they are to you by giving them a hug. This virtual hug is real, but it can't beat the "bonding" hormone oxytocin that the body releases when given a real hug. Do it. Don't wait. I'll bet they need one too. ;-)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-91665166853380932702016-04-25T15:39:00.000-07:002016-05-20T09:59:14.330-07:00Apr 25 - Eeyore's Birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUFm-0gJ-hD1mY6OesdNcrVRkZYeSIY-18sF5wrvz_4qszY96vs99OpEYWg-HrgoFF3wV1kH1NXozjwfWbbHodN_z54IOJEZxws4KJRIfXwDTmwKGEkAIdPMWu7u5I5Z5LigIRVj6qIU/s1600/Apr25-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUFm-0gJ-hD1mY6OesdNcrVRkZYeSIY-18sF5wrvz_4qszY96vs99OpEYWg-HrgoFF3wV1kH1NXozjwfWbbHodN_z54IOJEZxws4KJRIfXwDTmwKGEkAIdPMWu7u5I5Z5LigIRVj6qIU/s320/Apr25-3.jpg" width="320" /></a>I started writing this blog entry, but it doesn't matter.<br />
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I found this cute picture, if you care about that kind of thing.<br />
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It
is (apparently) Eeyore's birthday. He is (or ... was?) a quirky, sad
donkey from The Hundred Acre Wood, who has a penchant for gloomy
ruminations, or so says Tigger.<span id="more-31101"></span> But his particular outlook on life produces some pretty great (and perfectly deadpan) witticisms, don't you think?<br />
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Or do you even care? ;-) <br />
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My favourite quote which I have often repeated is this: <br />
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"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.<br />
"So, it is."<br />
"<i>And</i> freezing."<br />
"Is it?"<br />
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."<br />
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Now, how 'bout that for positive thinking? Happy birthday, sad dude. Here's some Wellbutrin.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741766192992002514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385908053711561009.post-62262025834744930712016-04-24T15:37:00.000-07:002016-05-23T08:25:49.923-07:00Apr 24 - National Pet Parents Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice that the cat is saying nothing to it's parents? Typicsl.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">National Pet Parents Day is observed annually on the last Sunday in April.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">There is a very special connection, a
unique bond, between a pet and its owner. This unique relationship,
which can often last for many years, is often a vital part of the ‘pet
parents’ life. Their loved pets are considered to be a member of the
family.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black;"> I memorized all my pets when I was in third grade. I was so proud to say that I had, "a dog, a cat, 13 fish, a gerbil, and a turtle." My poor parents! Only child syndrome, maybe, but they were all my good friends. We had parties and stuff. I included the barbies because they didn't balk when I adjusted their costumes ...</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">National Pet Parents Day was created to honor all dedicated pet parents across the nation with a special day of their own. That's today. It's MY day, bitches.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Gus is the cat at the theatre door. Yep, that's where we found her. Lakewood Theatre backstage door, 2005, a few weeks after we had just adopted Rosie, named after the previous owner of our house. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">We are also currently keeping a kitty on our back porch in hopes to find it a home. But we've named it. Uh oh. And ...</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I have not changed since third grade. My poor husband! Folks, I have a disease. ;-)</span></div>
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I admit to being a hippie type so Earth Day, as some say, 'is my jam.' But I don't see recycling, planting trees, or shredding my junk mail as hippie. I kinda see it as a decent attempt at stewardship, yeah? <br />
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I decided to make a few pledges to myself and the environment each earth day even though I don't make a big deal about it. Sometimes I can be really bad at these things too, so I figure if I make it a personal goal then maybe, just maybe, I'll make an itty bitty difference. One year I decided to shred all our junk mail. This year it is not to leave the water running while I brush my teeth and, except for the ones I plant myself, to only buy vegetables from the Amish farmer's market.<br />
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It might seem simple to make tiny goals, but I have failed at a couple of them before because I made too many. There are things I do as a regular basis now, but only because I started out only doing that one thing instead of trying to overwhelm myself with new ideas.<br />
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Oh, and the shredding is to feed my garden worms so they can poop it out and recycle their own waste to fertilize my vegetable garden. Anyhoo ... Happy Earth Day!</div>
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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That mysth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is strong than death." Amen.<br />
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It is World Kindergarten Day. All I know about this is that kindergarten was started in Germany ... in and around the 1860s after Prussia kind of outlawed it ... but after the guy who tried to start them passed away the law was abolished or something. This holiday is on his birthday and his name was Friedrich Froebe. I have no idea why the education of little ones was outlawed in the first place because getting a jump start on reading and writing is, erm, kinda helpful, but whatever. Good for Froebe though.<br />
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The early school years are usually full of excitement, growth, wonder ... Fulghum's instantly popular book offers up a great list of things we learn in those formative that stay with us for the rest of our lives. I just feel very sad for kids who have been deprived of that first year. I live with two of them. I hope in some way we can back track their process just a little ... enough to make a difference and bring back the wonder.<br />
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"And then tremember the Dick and Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK."<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">May your cotton mouth be quenchable ... and your munchies delectable. I mean, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I only have one friend who will know why I chose that title. And it's just between us forever and ever amen. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy 4/20. And pass it on to a friend. *wink wink*</span><br />
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I decided not even to look up the details of this day. It could be about juggling, the manipulation of objects for sport ... I think my cousin did this for a while and was quite good at it. It could be about the appreciation of said sport. But I'll bet it is not. I'll bet it is about my freaking life.<br />
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Now that I am teaching part-time I only have two days in which to get 525, 600 things accomplished. This is on top of knowing 20 people will be at our home tomorrow night and the house isn't clean. I mean, you know how much I love watching Tyrone work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped! Since it is International's Juggler's Day and I AM swamped, I am going to read this again to get some perspective. I hope it can encourage you, too.<br />
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Every day there are a slew of national holidays, be they weird and wacky or proper and practiced. Under the weird/wacky subtitle, Apr 17 sings the praises of bats, cheese balls, haikus and the hearty high five. I often choose just one holiday, but this timeI focused on bats with a sidebar or two.<br />
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I have two main memories with these particularly creepy chiropteras. My first thoughts go to the ranch in Olancho, Honduras where I worked in the late 80s and early 90s. One of the rooms had quite a nest of bats one had to avoid at night ... especially in bunks. I still remember doctoring the forehead of a young girl who, from a top bunk, heard fluttering around and sat right up in bed at just the time a bat was about to fly directly over her. There was quite a kerfuffle in that room after she HIGH FIVED the bat with her noggin.<br />
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Another bat-related memory is how I met some of my dearest friends in Nashville, including my close pal Jeffrey, who played the titular role in a theatrical production of Bat Boy: The Musical at <a href="http://www.streettheatrecompany.org/index.html" target="_blank">Street Theatre Company</a> while I was assisting with props (I found a cow's head!) and I sang a few bars as a random character. For those who are not familiar with Off Broadway sensations, this show is a hysterical macabre story around the tabloid claim that a half bat/half human child was found in a cave. And yes, this is a photo of Jeffrey, either singing or wailing or both ... I can't remember. It was all pretty "CHEESEBALL." <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">then sang, "Blah-blah-blah..."</span></div>
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It also happens to be BLAH BLAH BLAH Day, a day to put off stalled projects ... which I am celebrating anyway just by writing this blog here, so there.</div>
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