Musical Monday

My Mom died 10 years ago about a month after my parent's 43rd anniversary. Today would have been their 53rd anniversary. They met on a blind date and got married 8 days later. She was 19, my Dad was 22 and I'm sure their parents thought they were too young & it wouldn't last. It did though. Through 4 kids, 7 grandchildren, little money and lots of hard times, they somehow made it work. Too young they probably were but they succeeded at something that far too many people don't. Happy Anniversary.

Silent Sunday

Update

Just an update to let you all know that the Governor is now following me on Twitter. And you all thought I was boring! In case you're interested in my fascinating tweets you can follow me here.

Oh yeah & Pippin now has 110 followers.

A Juicy Story

I've been meaning to post this for awhile & kept forgetting. Ok, you all see the juicer in the picture above? So how this works is the fruit goes in the tube at the top (which I sort of cut off in the picture) and the juice comes out. The question is where does it come out? Not something I was very concerned about in the beginning as you'll see.

We have an orange tree out front that was loaded with oranges and a couple of weeks ago John and our neighbor picked a bunch. I decided I'd use the juicer and squeeze them so we could have fresh oj. After cursory examination of the juicer I decided the juice would come out into the large blue thing on the left. I thought that made perfect sense so I put the oranges in, turned the juicer on and all that ended up in the blue thing was pulp. I'm standing in the kitchen telling Jill & John that the juicer doesn't work well and John says "there's juice all over the floor." Apparently the juice comes out that teeny, tiny little, hardly noticeable spout on the right side. So I had squeezed probably a cup or so of juice that went all over the floor. Aside from the sticky orange juice all over the counter and floor it was actually kind of funny.

So what do you all think? Where should the juice come out? I still think it should go into that big blue thing!

Updated Stats

Geek chart: Twitter 63%, blog 16%, delicious 12%, flickr 7%, stumbleupon 1%, digg 1%. Eek I need to post more blogs! (Blog more posts???) Well I guess I could tweet less also...

Pippin's Twitter: 104 followers!!!! 157 updates (that's how many times he's tweeted)

My Twitter: 108 followers, 413 updates (mostly boring I'm afraid)

Point of this post: Trying to raise my blog percentage number! Oh yeah and to show you how popular Pippin is. Any day now he'll be ahead of Neil Diamond. Who, I might add, has not yet started to follow me. I'm beginning to develop a complex.

I Found Lois Lane

When I was young (which was quite a long time ago) I read Superman comics. I really, really, really wanted to be Lois Lane. That's because Lois was an independent woman with a career and I admired her for that. Ok, ok, that isn't it. It's because I wanted Superman. I won't spell out wanted since this is a g-rated blog.

Anyway I've been secretly harboring this desire for many, many years sure that eventually I'd find Superman & my true identity would emerge. Alas, that can never come to pass. Turns out there is another Lois Lane and it looks like she's the real thing. I'm sure you're wondering how I found this out. In a word, Twitter.

I tweeted the other day about wanting to be Lois Lane and what that said about me. Well the real Lois saw my tweet and wanted to know what that meant. Honestly I think she knew and was jealous. Unfortunately she has no reason. I've been looking for Superman for quite some time & he doesn't appear to be anywhere in the vicinity of the SF Bay Area. Apparently because he's off in Metropolis with the real Lois (whose tweets you can read by clicking on her name).

So now, thanks to the wonders of the Internet, my girlhood dreams have been destroyed. I guess I can return to Perry Mason. Oops, forgot, Susan Kandel has him locked up. Please tell me this doesn't mean Lex Luther?

Musical Monday

Billie Holiday singing Until the Real Thing Comes Along.