Saying yes...

My plan...

About a week ago, a blogging friend sent me a YouTube link via email and said, "I thought you could post it since you seem to be posting only videos these days."

Ha!

I suppose he was right, but posts just don't seem to be rolling out like they used to, or if I do write something, I usually end up not posting it... not sure what's up with that. Anyhow, I was thinking, if I just keep posting videos, I'll soon have every video that's posted on YouTube and I'll slowly become YouTube. I'll probably get better traffic, and will have to do 99% less work.

And yes, this is a video post sans video.

Skit of the day...

The internet makes the world even smaller... and explaining... even more awkward

It's another busy week and I'm not in the mood for blogging (it seems so 1992), but this draft was burning a hole in my post cache:

The other night, in my evening painting class, I had a moment of my real life meeting up with my internet life, which in many areas, has also become my real life...

A semi-retired gentleman who is taking my class mentioned that he had attended a boring lecture the other day. I happened to know that a certain blogger was in the area giving a talk, although I doubted it was boring... still, I had to ask.

Me: "So, was it about blah, blah, blah??"

Him: "No... it was about feral cat colonies, but I did have a colleague who attended the talk you mentioned. How did you know about it??"

Me: "A friend of mine was giving one of the talks."

Him: "Really?? Does he know so and so??"

Me: "I'm not sure, I'll text him."

Me: "Yes, he does. He had dinner with him."

Him: "Wow! Now how do you know this person again?"

Me: "He's a friend."

Him: "I know... you said that, but how do you know him? Where did you meet?"

This is the point I dread in almost any conversation I have where I KNOW someone in REAL LIFE, but then have to explain that I met them online... and somehow, it takes a turn for creepy.

I told the gentleman in my class that this person and I belonged to the same creative blogging group... a group that was set up so people could share writing, art, thoughts, etc, in an area outside of work. I didn't tell him that meeting most of these people was totally random. I made it sound like there was some rhyme or reason to it...

It seemed to appease him. Or he sensed that maybe it was better not to ask anymore. Sensing he sensed this, I told him that my ENTIRE family(including dogs) had socialized with this person and some of his kids. That seemed to make it better.

I then thought of times when I've had to explain something else that's been going on in my life... a project I've been working on with someone... someone I never thought I'd have any interaction with, but am so thankful I do. The few times it has come up in conversation, and this person's name comes up, I get the inevitable question... "How did you meet this person?? What brought you together??"

I then get to decide of I tell the truth, that I met this person as a cupcake, or do I tell them, we met through friends... :) Personally, I like the first answer.

I got nothin'

Or nothing I feel like putting up. So... here are few versions of a song I love... and don't even mind that they're using it on a car commercial, since it means I get to hear it when I least expect it. I believe they use the Bo Diddley cover.

Cranky Wolf's Afternoon Dance-a-thon: Guilty Pleasure Edition

Cheap Trick has been wonderful today, but I felt I needed something mooooore. This one did it. Besides, you can't listen and not get a little flicker in your chest with the note he hits on "clean".

Because Laura Asks...

... and because I don't want to irk her and have her traipse all the way down here to stomp my beloved vegetable garden, I will comply with her request to see my first pair of lovely bell bottoms.

Jennifer~ Ah yes, bell bottoms. I'm not sure I ever owned a pair of those but for some some flared pants. And all the greens and yellows. There is a picture out there of me "somewhere" with a yellow shirt, green plaid pants and red plaid shoes. Truly horrid.
I think you REALLY need to share that photo of yourself. I feel a deep need to see it. :P

Unfortunately this is the only photo I have of the much-wanted pants, and it doesn't actually show the bells... which really weren't even bells, but rather flares, but I think they flared enough that my mother was convinced I was one step away from burning my future bra and only showering in cow pastures while tripping on LSD.

The year? 1969, baby!!! Yes, here I am, sporting my first pair of "flare bottoms" and the gawd-forsaken pixie my mother made me wear for at least 5 years of my life. My hair was too thick and I was not good at tangle maintenance. I hated that haircut... especially the faux sideburns, cut out around the ear.

The locale of my "flare bottom" debut? Quito, Ecuador. Look at my paleness... most locals thought I was sick and dying. :)  Fortunately I did not celebrate my death day while there, but rather celebrated my b-day. Numero 7.

And what are we eating?? Yummy, funky guaba fruit (not the speedra!!!)! I've never had it since, but will never forget it.

Did I say, "Wheeeeeeeee"???

I think it just changed to, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

My painting class starts back up today... Good times are sure to be had.  I was also supposed to be starting a true beginners class tonight so people who need (and want) a lot more assistance and direction could get the time and attention they deserve. I always feel bad (for any number of reasons) for the true beginners who end up in the regular class. Most end up not coming back. My boss and I felt offering an evening class for true beginners might bring in a different crowd. As of last week, enrollment was ZERO!! I wasn't surprised. Sometimes a class needs to be in the books for a session or three before enough people happen upon it, or before schedules mesh.

As of this morning, I had still not heard whether it was officially canceled, or if through some painting magic, we had the needed minimum of 8. They were supposed to call and let me know. I finally called them, pretty sure the answer must be no... or they would have called!! Right??

WRONG!

I have class tonight. They did not get the minimum, but because they love me, they're going to let it run with 3, and hopefully we can build from there. I have nothing planned... and am I planning? No, it appears I'm writing a blog post.

Ouch

The Cherry on My Summer O' Crap Sundae

You get 7 inches of rain in two hours during the middle of the night... finish the scenario.

Bonus points for extra laughs. These supposedly once in a lifetime weather events that seem to happen once every 6-18 months are getting old.

EL gets to drive on the expressway tonight

She already has, up to Wisconsin, but she's still nervous. I've been trying to ease her fears by playing the below. She tells me I'm a mean woman. She's probably right.