Nothing to say. Nada. Zilch.


You may or may not have noticed that I’ve not been blogging lately. Either way, I guess the best explanation for my absence from the bloggosphere is to just fess up and admit that I’ve run out of things to say.

To get ideas, I spent the last hour or so reading posts from some of my favorite blogs. They’re fresh, funny, interesting, and full of bits of wit and wisdom and insight.

Me?

I got nothing.

No insight into the way of the world.

No ideas about how to live long and prosper.

Not even a wise crack about the presidential debates.

What to do?

Hmmm?

I know … fake it!

I’ve been on a quest.

I put my house (really a townhouse/condo) on the market about three and a half years ago.  I managed to get three offers and even two contracts but, alas, no sales. So, I decided a couple of months ago, finally, to finish unpacking and forget about selling for a few years.

Since that momentous decision, I’ve found all kinds of things I forgot I had. For example, an Oster Food Center that my mom gave me for Christmas about 25 years ago. She borrowed it from me about two months later and returned it about three years after that. Not being a domestic diva, I stuffed the big old box of food fanatic tools in the closet and forgot all about it until last week. Which is when I discovered that some of the pieces had gone astray, got melted, whatever. Anyway, it still works so my quest has been to find replacement parts.

Enter eBay. I can get a new turntable for the mixer part for about ten bucks. (Apparently, that part got too close to a stove at some point.) Not too much to spend to get this combination mixer/blender/chopper back to perfection. After pulling all the bits and pieces out of the box, though, I realized that the chopper bowl is missing.

Can’t help but wonder what happened to that. Is it stuck in some cabinet corner at my mom’s? I doubt it. She’s moved about a gazillion times in the last twenty years so I might as well look for that part on eBay as well.

Not so fast!

Both my sisters got the same gift from Mom that same Christmas. Last night’s chat with baby sis revealed that she has the chopper bowl and never uses it. So, it’s mine for the pick up. She also has the instruction booklet. Yeah! My daughter will be pleased.

You see, that’s what this quest is all about. Becky is really into domesticity. She makes pickles and jams. (Don’t worry. She’ll get over it eventually.) So, the almost vintage food center, once I have all the bits and pieces again, is going to her house. She can chop and mix and blend to her heart’s content.

And last, but not least, the food center can live long and prosper.

Yes, I really am this goofy. 🙂

 

 

A week full of blessings!


I started the week on Sunday with my lovely daughter who took me to a birthday brunch then to a movie. She is the sweetest girl on the planet!

Monday brought me a milestone birthday (not tellin’ which one) and lunch with my baby sister. She gave me the coolest gift! Then, it was a quick trip to the Apple store where I gave myself an iPad, followed by a wonderful evening making art with my sister.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday — back to work for this old girl.

Then, Friday comes around and the lovely jensinewall and the effervescent as long as I’m singing each sent me a One Lovely Blog Award.

Gotta’ tell you folks, life just doesn’t get much better. All I need now is about a pound of chocolate and a really good foot massage and I’m all set.

Okay, enough about me, on to the award rules!

This award(s) requires sharing 7 facts about yourself and nominating 15 co-bloggers you love and want to make happy with a well deserved token of gratitude. Here goes …

The facts …

  • I see a turkey neck in my future and I don’t like it!
  • I’ve never been to Spain but I think I’d like it there if, of course, it rains mainly on the plain.
  • I like squash, just about any way you want to cook it.
  • Lightning bugs make me smile.
  • I think that, for many of us, family is a love hate relationship.
  • I’m pretty sure that all the world’s problems could be solved if thinking about them involved a rocking chair or a porch swing.
  • I’m tickled pink that Dallas is back on TV and I already miss Mad Men.

The blogs I nominate for the One Lovely Blog Award …

Whew!

All of the above are lovely blogs and I hope you’ll visit each and every one of them and will enjoy them as much as I do.

WordPress ate my post!


I’m so ticked!

I just wrote what was probably the most brilliant post I’ve ever written, all about how I’ve not a thought in my head and when I clicked “preview” it disappeared!

Arrgh!!

It was gone. Nothing left but the title — I’ve got nothing! — great title, huh?  I thought so too.

Now what? 

I can’t remember all the gems of wisdom that flew from my fingertips, so I guess I’ll just have to go with Plan B.

Connectivity

I have to go to a big HR conference for work in a couple of weeks and am trying to decide whether to finally spring for an iPad or lug around my 5 pound MACBook for 4 days. I’ve done that a few times and, let me tell you, it gets pretty heavy along about the middle of the second day.

So, if you have an iPad, please let me know what you like and dislike about it. The temptation to get one is getting to be almost overwhelming.

Then there’s the other little conference problem I have.

Shoes …

I’ve done a 4 day conference in heels and I’m never going to do that again. It was way back in 1994 but I still remember the agony my toes suffered all in the name of looking stylish and professional.

Anyway, choosing flats is a given but which flats? The ones I wear around the office everyday? They’re okay but I’ve actually worn them to a 4 day conference and, even though they’ve been resoled, I’m pretty sure about half way through the second day (I’m beginning to see a pattern here), my feet will hate me.

I just realized that I’ve had those shoes since 1997. I know this because I remember wearing them at a big conference in 1998 where I had to work the booth. They are the sweetest little pair of Antonio Melani loafers with the softest leather ever. They’re black so they go with everything. But, as much as I love them, they’re killers after a few hours of trekking through a convention.  So, what to do?

I know — Keds!

You can never go wrong with Keds.

All I have to do is get a pair of black slip on Keds and I’m all set. Then again, those hot pink skimmers are pretty nifty, too.

So, do you think a bunch of HR types would think me too terribly weird if I show up for the big conference in hot pink Keds?

Might be fun!

Definitely a conversation starter. I’m just guessing, though, that I probably wouldn’t be included in any of those conversations.  LOL!