Pink Saturday 10/9/2010

Happy Pink Saturday. Please be sure and click on the link below to take you to Beverly's How Sweet The Sound and the other participants.

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As I've said, I'm taking a break from all blog surfing and commenting until this ham string and groin get better—as per the physical therapist's instructions—except for Pink Saturday posts. I love Pink Saturday. So here is my contribution this week. I think I'll just put the random thoughts between each picture. I also have to tell you it's been weird to not view or comment on posts, but I'm determined. Please forgive me for not visiting. Plus it's taken me several "sit-downs" at the computer to get this posted as I'm only allowed 10 minutes at a time to look at the computer. You'd have to know me to know how hard it is to keep myself off the computer as I Skype with my granddaughter and great granddaughter every day to see her sweet face.
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I photographed these from my garden yesterday. I know I've posted roses from the garden before saying it's the last of the summer roses but they just keep coming. It's hard to fathom this but they are still in bloom going into the middle of October. I wanted to do some closeups practice and these did come out very nice. See the little bug on it. 

 Yep, it's that time of year again—school fund raising with the chocolate bars. I've bought so many when my kids were in grade school (theirs!) that I've personally funded an entire elementary school in the San Francisco bay area. Isn't this forced labor?

 

I got a call the other day and they asked for Jamie. I said you must have the wrong number because no one by that name lives here. He then asked what my name was or who I was, can't remember which. I said, "None of your business." If they had a wrong number then it was a wrong number. I hung up so fast I think his head is still spinning. I have changed the message on my machine. I now tell them we do not accept solicitor calls and to hang up if they are. Duh, did the fool really think I'd give him my name?

Just curious. Why do our heads go up and down for a yes and side to side when it's a no? Anyone know? I don't.

Sometimes a measure of paranoia isn't a sign of mental illness but instead a necessity for survival. Personal experience!

 

Our youth are sowing so many wild oats that they need a government subsidy. What's the matter with them? Sheeesh...

Do you ever feel like you're running out of enough fingers and toes to plug the dike? I do frequently. That's when I simply hibernate with a good book.

 

When we first moved to Idaho we lived in a town so small it didn't even have a Taco Bell, McDonalds or Burger King. I stood it for 12 years and then told hubs to get me to a town with a WalMart and a restaurant that was owned by a conglomerate and not a local person. He did and I'm loving our town of about 100,000 instead of 4,000. *Sigh*...

A paper rose.

Sometimes it feels like the only ones with constitutional rights are the criminals among us.

 Until next saturday, my sweet chick friends.

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