Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"It's a MAJOR AWARD and I won it!"

That is a classic line from A Christmas Story. The Bumbles are such movie lovers that I thought I would thank them with that bit of movie dialog. They said the nicest things about this ol' gal on their blog, and now I get to pay it forward.

1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and their blog link.
2) Pass the award to ten other blogs that you’ve discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

Following the tradition started by The Bumbles, I am going to flout the rules and pass the award on to three sister bloggers:

Kwizgiver -- A high school teacher, a loving daughter, practically a godmother to a certain rascally puppy, and in her way, a very daring blogger. It takes a lot of courage to hone in on and discuss some of the topics she takes on. BONUS: She has very eclectic taste in books and she reviews what she reads.

Snarkypants -- Ah, my Snarkela. Like me, Lisa is a fan girl. Her love of David Cook reminds me of mine for Paul McCartney, Bruce Springsteen, Greg Maddux, Bruce Willis, Jon Hamm ... (Is it me or is it getting warm in here?) Like me, she loves her furry roommates. However, unlike me, she has a genuinely mystic side, and that informs her special view of the world.

Boliyou -- Her blog is all over the place, but in a good way. You never know what you're going to find. Memes, quizzes, movie reviews, photography ... It's fun to see how she mixes it up, and where her posts take her (and us).

I would take my hat off to you three, but it's humid tonight and my hair is soooo frizzy So instead I'll just close by thanking you for the entertaining and thought provoking posts.

09 August Happiness Challenge -- Day 11

Tuesday. Hanging around at Sterling Cooper. My oldest friend sent me this absolutely great link that enabled me to create the 1960s-vintage gal you see before you. As you can see, I'm ready to walk onto the set of Mad Men, through the doors of Sterling Cooper, and take my place as the world's most experienced junior copywriter. Here I am, speaking to the client about our new "Jackie vs. Marilyn" Maidenform campaign. I didn't get to work on it, of course. 1960s Madison Avenue men wouldn't trust me with a client as big as Maidenform. But management realizes how effective a female can be presenting the "woman's point of view," so there I am. 

I'm wearing a brooch because I want to "fancy up" my boring work ensemble for the presentation, and women in my social strata, and pay grade, didn't have a lot of choices. I'm holding, but not drinking, the coffee because I'm trying to fit in. And the glasses are because they didn't have extended-wear contacts 45 years ago. (Click on the illustration to see it in greater detail.)

It's been fun to imagine myself back then, and it's made me grateful for the expanded opportunities I enjoy today.

The Queen's Meme

Done because my Queen says I gotta.


Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock 'n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969. 

Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.

The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together.

Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don't inhale in this meme.


This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say.

It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.

You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.


Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.

Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.


1. "Hello, my groovy name is TLG. I'm so into doing my own thing that I reject the tyranny of vowels. Can you dig it?"


"By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be hungry. Looks like somebody munched on your baby's breath, man."


"Didn't they tell you? No bad vibes allowed! Stop harshing me!"


 2. "Come on, Baby, light my fire. I mean, my looooove fire. The flame d'amour. I don't smoke herb. Leaves you broke, with bad breath and munchies."


"When I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Don't knock it. Prayer is the most natural high there is."


**puff puff** ("Could you blow that the other way, please. It's making my eyes burn, so I can't gaze at you and dig on your aura.")


3. "Because the first time ever I saw your ass in those low-slung jeans I realized that what the world needs now is love, sweet love. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you walk away when I should be looking at the stage. But I dig it!"


4. "Have I told you lately that I don't remember you? Hey! Don't step on that roach !! So I don't smoke, but maybe we can trade it for some Fritos or something."


"Dude. That guy is really weird but I think he's got Fritos."


5. "There's a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my hottest man friends are coming over tonight and we're gonna loooove my baby off my mind. Darn the luck. It's raining picks and drumskins!"

"Luckily, Papa was a Rolling Stone and I'm on a first name basis with the cops. Really. He's Charlie Watts and he's been busted more than once."


**puff puff** ("I mean it about the pot, man. It's my air, too!")


6. "I'm really digging your line but that herb has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like a campfire."


"Have I told you lately that I forgot you? These contact highs are a bitch."

** puff puff** ("I mean it! You are keeping me down and disrespecting my personal freedom and my personal space with all that smoke!")

7. "I'm beginning to see a furry penguin in those trees over there. Do you see it? Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most stoned. But I dig it, man."


**puff puff** ("You are not into me, are you?")


8. "I'd use all my blood, sweat and Mateus Rose just to get next to your brother. He's the one in the groovy Edwardian jacket, isn't he? A little dressy for a love-in, but I dig it."


"Love is free but I'd really like to buy that guy's Fritos. Did you try to work out that chips-for-doobie trade?"


It says "Make out not up. " Far out! Make up is so bogus. The tyranny of the man, making money off making women feel their natural beauty is inadequate. … I'm sorry, I shouldn't use that many big words when you're so stoned.


9. "I'm grateful to be back here in the mud 'cause there's a bad smell rising in Jefferson's Airplane. But that's okay, 'cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little wet dirt from my friends."


10. "Oh, by the way, your mustache is on fire. But I dig it."

Back to Black

Listening to her isn't the most uplifting experience. Who knew?

Still, it's Amy Winehouse day in my office and I'm listening to Back to Black. "Me and Mr. Jones" is on now. Sure, she's a basket case. But she also makes involving music. She's obviously done a lot of living (duh!) but at least it shows in her songs. Hard to believe the woman I'm listening to is barely 25.