This morning as I was walking Dog, I passed by that house.
You know which one I mean, right? There’s one in your neighborhood too. It’s the one with the perfect yard.
The grass is perfectly green, the bushes are perfectly shaped, the flowers look like they were planted with a ruler and level.
Walking by such a yard used to fill me with envy and shame, for I knew I had no chance of joining their anal-retentive ranks. Frankly, I was too dang lazy.
Since then, I’ve come to realize there are lessons to be learned by lazy gardeners. Highly important lessons. Lessons that can change lives!
Okay, I can tell you’re skeptical, so here are three such lessons from my own yard.
Daughter and I went to the art museum last week.
You know. To appreciate the finer things in life.
As did many other Fine People in Phoenix, including at least one couple who did it while stoned.
I’ll tell you about my stoner friends later. First, let’s talk about the museum…
Continue reading “Appreciating Art: Best Done Sober or Stoned?”
Dear Blogger Who Recently Followed Me,
Please accept my heartiest welcome to our Feeding on Folly neighborhood!
Oh, geez, just take the one next to the sofa, will ya?
Okay, feeling settled in now? Good.
You can’t imagine my surprise last Saturday morning when I learned you were following FoF. Not that it’s unusual having new followers, but normally there’s a process involved. Such as they read a few posts, like one or two of them, then decide to follow.
You, on the hand, first followed, then liked 17 posts in a row! My goodness!
What’s more, you’re obviously a speed reader, as all 17 of those likes were accomplished in only one minute. Most impressive!
But then I went to my stats page and saw this: Continue reading “In Which I Question the Motives of a Blogger Who Recently Followed Me and Politely Suggest He Stop Using Super Long Blog Post Titles”
The tension is mounting people, even drawing in our most chill-est of personnel! (If you didn’t catch our previous update, click here.)
This morning I walk into the break room for my requisite cup of Earl Grey, and there by the microwave stands one of our counselors. One of the cool ones because she reads this blog. (Although she’s running a month behind, meaning she hasn’t read my last two posts.) Continue reading “Anonymous Note Update, #2!”
I know a woman who uses a lot of pet phrases.
And by ‘a lot of pet phrases,’ I mean, ‘Please, dear God, make it stop.’
But however many times a day I hear, “It is what it is,” or “It’s all good,” or “Just sayin’!” — I haven’t said a word about it.
Not. One. Word.
Which just goes to show people can change.
Back in high school, I had a friend who developed the annoying habit of ending all her sentences with “you know?” And this bothered me so much that every time she said it – and I mean every time – I’d say, “No, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Which now that I think about it, may explain why I didn’t have more friends in high school.
But that’s not the point of today’s post. Today, I wish to focus on the words and phrases people use when other people are talking.
It’s those little words people say, or sounds they make, in order to prove they’re listening and want to keep the flow of conversation happening. It’s the, Oh yeah, Uh-huh, Mmm-yeah, or I hear ya, combos.
I’ve done some studying into the matter, and I made a few observations: Continue reading “Right, Sure, and Yeah-Yeah-Yeah”