Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family? (Tuesday's Question)

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Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. This weeks Question is:

Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family? For example, the free-spirited charmer, entertainer, dreamer...etc...(I'm trying to avoid, the words "black sheep" because it sounds so cliche' and I've never liked it.) Really, I mean the most individualistic or mischievous member...there's one in every family.

You can use the most lively family member in your immediate family, or the family you grew up in when you were a child.

The above letter is from my brothers second grade journal, and he has to be referring to me, because I am his only sister, and hislittle sister, at that. So...I think my brothers letter answers this question nicely for me, although he was probably making it up...

Anyway, since we cannot ask any of your family members you're going to have to answer this question honestly for yourself.

Who is the most vivacious member of your family?

Note: If you remember this picture it's from a post I wrote about birth order entitled, "My Sister is a Bad Little Girl."

(My brother doesn't know that I've used his letter in either post.) (Smile.)

Moving on, if you are new to Tuesday's Question please click on "Read more," for more information, meaning, I'll explain everything...(Smile)

In addition, all answers will be posted after the "Read more" hack, with a link to the participating blogger's blogs.

Thank you for reading...and I cannot wait to read your responses. I have a doctors appointment this afternoon, but I will reply to your comments and post your answers, as soon as I return.

Until then...have fun! Here's the question again,

Who Is The Most Vivacious Member Of Your Family?

Oh, and one more thing...my brother David made that letter up just to get me in trouble-

What a baby~


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All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish your comment along with your name. Just leave everything to me~ :0 Everyone's answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs, therefore, don't forget to stop by and visit the blogger's who commented.

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The first answer to this weeks Tuesday's Question is from Sandee at Comedy Plus, and it is laugh out loud funny, as well as well written.

Enjoy, and if you haven't visited Sandee's blog, I promise you'll leave smiling if you do...

Here's Sandee's answer:

I remember that note from your brother. Sibling rivalry at its finest.

The biggest pain in the behind huh. Gosh that list is so very long. Bunch of clowns in our family for sure. There's me, but I don't want to go there. Let's see...How about my cousin. Oh he was a character. The rules of physics didn't apply to him one bit.

My uncle owned a towing service which of course meant that he had lots of totaled cars in the yard. You know those places with old cars stacked everywhere. Well when my cousin was in his early teens he started rebuilding cars to drive. He did a fine job too and they were always souped up vehicles.

He outran just about every cop on the force and that gave him great pleasure. We were a small town and the cops knew where to find Billy. He got into trouble often over cars. That's not what bothered his parents of the rest of his family.

We were worried that he'd kill himself in one of those cars. He had so many car accidents that totaled out his car that we lost count. He would always just walk away from the accident. Then he'd go back to the yard and start building the next car. This went on for years.

He was so proud of his accomplishments concerning his driving and totaled cars. He always had pictures of the before and after cars. My uncle came out and towed in car after car that Billy crashed. Speed was always the issue.

Billy finally grew up some and met the love of his life and settled down to raise a family. I've often wondered if he still feels the thrill of taking some high performance vehicle through its paces. I'm betting he still does. Our family is just happy he always walked away from those horrible accidents.

What a fun question Annie. Made me relive a part of my childhood/teenage years that I thought I'd forgotten. Thanks for that.

Have a terrific day honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

Thanks again, Sandee~

The Next answer is from my hilarious friend, blogger, and marvelous poet, Dawn from Twisted Sister. Here's another blogger whose blog you should check out, that is, if you haven't already.

Here's Dawn's answer:

I remember the note too Annie. Brothers are real pest aren't they?

I'm gonna go with my daughter Justine. She has always been center stage since she was born. She's always saying or doing something to make me laugh. She's a bit like Phoebe on "friends" and provides me with more than enough entertainment.
Great question!
Luvs ya,

Thank you Dawn, and luvs ya back~

The next comment is from Grace at Hugz Before You Go

Read this...

It would have to be my baby brother Skip. That he did not become an actor or a stand-up comic is a total waste of talent. He was the most beautiful baby and beautiful child and he got away with murder because of his big beautiful brown eyes. This kid oozed charm from the minute he was born. And he still can when he wants to. My father used to say that Skip and I should become lawyers and open our own firm - I would be the brains and Skip would be the mouth. He'll be 56 next week and still a mouth...

Thanks Grace~
My next commenter is Anita from Anita C. McCants, Another blogger whose blog you ought to visit, if you've never read it before. I thought it was interesting and well written.

Here's Anita's comment~

That would be me. :~)
I was the entertainer and dreamer.
I would sing, dance, and do comedy
for my family.

Thank you Anita~

The next answer is from LaShan at A Lil Enchanted, another great blogger to visit.

Read this answer,

I would have to say in my family this character would be my oldest daughter Sarah. She is a very unique individual and you either love her or hate her... she's loud and brash and she can be hilariously funny... and sometimes majorly annoying... she has an amazing voice... and a talent for thinking fast and improvising to come up with the most off the wall funny things. She reminds me of a combination of Janis Joplin, Ozzy Osbourne, Robin Williams and Gilda Radner all rolled into one. I have told her many times that she is wasting her talent.... she needs to pursue a career in music and acting.... she would be amazing on Saturday Night Live.

A Lil Enchanted,

Thank you La Shan.

Thanks to all of you who participated in Tuesday's Question, which is my way of sharing link love each week, in addition to getting to know other bloggers...

I hope everyone had fun, and if you did come back next week and play again, O.K.?

And feel free to come and visit in the meantime. :))

Have a great week~



The You Cheer Me Up Award Is Back

Hello, and welcome to A Nice Place In The Sun.

I created the You Cheer Me Up Award in January of 2008, because I wanted to pass out an award that made people laugh, and I couldn't think of a better image than the one on the front of a I Love Lucy magnet I had on my refrigerator door. I knew the image of the scene from I love Lucy would be perfect, and I envisioned people laughing at their desks and at home at this talented comedian, who has been out of our lives for too long.

Hence, I scanned the image on the You Cheer Me Up Award off of one of my favorite treasures; a refrigerator magnet that I bought at a shop in the French Quarter a long time ago.

I laughed so hard the first time I saw the magnet in the store, that I nearly wet my pants, and from that moment on, I had to have it. My ex-husband drained his wallet, and I collected change from the bottom of my purse to purchase it, which for me, only increased its value.

And now, I'm grateful every time I see the image on my refrigerator. Hence, as a result, I smile when I get milk for my coffee in the morning, and grin again when I take out ingredients for dinner.

In addition, believe it or not, the award helped me make it through a few difficult times, by reminding me of how silly life and people can be, in addition to how much fun it is to laugh. (That is, if I happened to be in the process of raiding the refrigerator.)

Hence, I began passing out my first blogging award, and I was pleased with myself.

Although, after passing out the award, I was surprised to discover that some people didn't know anything about the I love Lucy show. Therefore, I decided to post a clip of this episode and others, each time I passed out the award, and I passed out the award for several months. I also began an awards list on a special page, and was planning on starting a You Cheer Me Up Award blogroll.

However, one unfortunate circumstance followed another, and the awards list and blogroll never happened, and this made me sad. Especially, when I saw new blogger's who deserved it, and others who would have liked the benefit of a blogroll.

Moreover, I remembered how much the award meant to others, as well as myself, therefore, now that times have changed, I've decided to bring it back to life.

For one thing, the award fits the blogosphere nicely, because like Lucy, many blogger's are in a class by themselves. There are plenty of blogger's in the blogosphere, and more starting blogs each day, who cheer their readers up with their unique voices and original writing styles that I would love to see receive this award and others.

Hence, I put the old posts in draft, and began working on the first post of the You Cheer Me Up Award for 2009, and this is it.
Watching someone funny is addictive that's why my original list in January consisted of forty six and eventually grew pass a hundred... Note:(Unfortunately since this post, the list has been discontinued, but, with your help, the award will go on...)

Plus, it's important to note, that this is the first time I've passed the award along since the original post in January, one in March, and one in April of 2008, the rest were passed out by award recipients.

Hence, I salute them for continuing to spread the cheer~ They're the coolest people in the blogosphere.

Moreover, if you're nominated again, please bear with me, it's only because you're still a great blogger, therefore you may receive plenty more. Hence, I suggest you keep a spot on your awards mantel for the You Cheer Me Up Award, that is, as long as you're going to continue sharing your charms with other bloggers, and and making the blogosphere a nicer place-

Moving on, I want to be honest about another reason I wanted to bring the award back to life. Besides the fact that I wanted to share it with a new set of bloggers, I also wanted to express how impressed I am with my blogging buddies who remained loyal readers and friends when I was ill and frequently off-line; your kindness will be remembered always.

When I think of the bloggers who made me smile, and the friends who've stayed loyal to me and my blog, I think of one of my favorite quotes by author and poet, Maya Angelou, "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel~"

That said, I have posted a video of the scene that’s on the magnet, or I should say Award, to cheer you up in return. In addition, to remind you of how valuable you are, not just to me, but to all of the readers you cheer up everyday; readers who feel better after they'll left your blog.
Therefore, I hope the following nominees will accept the You Cheer Me Up Award as a token of gratitude, appreciation and friendship from me to you- I will never forgot how you made me feel.

Okay, that's it, you survived the introduction...now, about the nominees.

The You Cheer Me Up Award doesn't have any rules, however, please leave a link to this post so your nominees can copy and paste the code for the image, or if they wish to copy and paste the image instead, please request that they link back to A Nice Place In The Sun when nominating other blogs- Thank- you

Also, if you wish to pass this award to others, think about posting a scene from the I Love Lucy show, which you can find on You Tube, in addition to the following paragraphs about the You Cheer Me Up Award. However, if you wish to post the award in you sidebar, or do nothing with it at all, that is fine too. It's your award to do with what you wish...

Feel free to use any or all of the following paragraphs in your post if you decide to pass the award along to the bloggers of your choice.

"The blogger's nominated for the You Cheer Me Up Award are among the best in the blogosphere. Maybe, it's due to the fact that there are so many people communicating in one place, but I'm impressed by the character of so many of the people I've met since I've been blogging.

So many of you are brave enough to write with an open heart and sense of humor. I can tell by what you choose to write about, in addition to your reaction to what others are writing in the blogging community.

You Cheer Me Up Award winners are also among the things I hold in the highest esteem, such as Charlotte, from Charlotte's Web, a box of Peanut Butter Panic Ice Cream, the image above of Lucy and Ethel, and of course, children, animals, and books. (Recipients feel free to fill in this paragraph to your liking.)

I wish I was in the position to give an award to Lucy and Ethel for the whole idea of them on the job at the Candy Company - trying to eat candy as fast as the conveyor belt delivered it...but that dream is simply out of the question...

For that matter, so is the opportunity to award E.B.White, the author of Charlotte's Web, and many other writers, directors, poets, painters, and photographers, who contributed so much to my life, my character, and my choices...

However, I can pass this Award to the blogger’s who make me laugh until my face hurts, and the blogger’s whose writing voice comforts me when I'm feeling lost, teaches me about others, and inspires me to move forward... That I can do...and I can promise that the following video is so funny it will make you laugh out loud..." (You can use any example scene from the show, or take out the last line.)

And...the nominees are....

Dawn from Twisted Sister
Sandee from Comedy Plus
Grace from Hugz Before You Go
Eric from The Speedcat Hollydale Page
Sue from Sanity On Edge
Daisy, Harley, and Mom from Daisy, The Curly Cat
Maunie James from MaunieJames 2

Tina from Crazy Working Mom
Mushy from Mushy's Moochings
Jackie from The Painted Veil
Robin from Robin's Nest
Bud from
WTIT Tape Radio (The Blog)
Babs from Beetle's Humour Memories 'n' Ramblings
The Retired One from The Retirement Chronicles
Connie From Connie's View
Kim from PurpleFrogcat
Margo from Life In The Short Lane
Sue from Farvel Cargo
Chilly, from On The Bricks
King from King of New York Hacks
LaShan from A Lil Enchanted
Rebecca from Freaky Frugalite
Harriet from Harriet
Wanda from A Blog With Two Sides
Jodi from Jodi's Journey
Emila from Emila's Illustrated Blog
Henson from Henson's Hell
Valerie from Thinking Out Loud Blog. com
Mimi from Mimi Writes
Ferd from The Best Parts
Mel from Attitude, The Ultimate Power at Monday Morning Power
Theresa from Sleeping Kitten- Dancing Dog
Anne from Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder
Leigh from Inside My Head
Margie and Edna's Basement
Russ, from Grampy and You
Jill from Creative Cafe'
The Muse from A Diva's Hammer... Wielded By The Muse
Kathy from The Junk Drawer
Maitri from Maitri's Notes, Quotes, and Flashing Thoughts

In closing, I'm looking forward to passing more awards out in the future... so if anyone was accidentally passed over, look-out, because Lucy and Ethel may be on your blogstep next month or the one thereafter...either by me, or one of the recipients nominated here today.


Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place? (Tuesday's Question)

Brace yourselves folks, for the funniest answers I've had to Tuesday's Question in some time. I've been laughing myself silly, just click on the "Read more" hack, and you will too. Plus, join in , it's fun.

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. Today's question is:

Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place?

Or rather, have you ever giggled at the most inappropriate times, or moments when one wouldn't dare to smile, let alone bust out laughing. Moreover, the more unacceptable it is, the more you cannot seem to stop, especially if you're in the company of a close friend, and they start laughing as well.

I'm not sure, but I would be willing to guess we've all had a bout of nervous laughter at least on one occasion, and if you're anything like me, it may even be more.

In fact, just the other day I joined my mother on a trip to Pet Smart at our local mall. If you're not familiar with Pet Smart, it's a pet supply store that allows their customers to bring their pets shopping with them, in addition to many other amenities.

For instance, they have an obedience training class you can watch in the middle of the store. So, my mom and I stopped for a minute to watch the class, which must have been for mixed breeds, because the dogs/students were all shapes and sizes.

In any event, I felt sorry for them, because their teacher had a loud authoritative voice, which I guess obedience trainers are supposed to sound like, however, one little dog keep looking from me to his owner, as if he wanted to be rescued.

Although, every time the little dog looked at me he would widen his eyes, and when the teacher spoke, he opened them more- It was the funniest thing- I felt like the little dog was trying to
say, "Jeez...she means business, doesn't she? Why can't I go home? She's hurting my ears."

Consequently, I started laughing and I could not stop...the more the teacher spoke and the longer the little dog looked at me, the more I laughed, plus, with the exception of the teachers voice and my laughter, the room was silent.

I was standing next to my mother, who was giving me a dirty look, but there was a crowd behind me, so it took me a while to get out of there, and believe me, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

However, when I did get away, I realized that I must have disrupted the class (What's new?) because I could hear all of the dogs barking, and I saw my mother marching toward me. Incidentally, my Mom grabbed my arm, like I was about six, and lead me to the cash register, mumbling something about growing up...

But, when we got in the car, I grilled her, I said,

"Oh, come on Mom, I know I'm immature, but you cannot pretend you've never laughed in an inappropriate moment."

She smiled, and said, "That teacher was a little bossy, wasn't she? But, you know, I told myself to avoid going anywhere near a classroom with you again after we had a class together at the YMCA. "

(Don't ask.)

Hence, you see, it's happened to me more than once, so feel free to share...

Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place? And since we know you have, where were you and what happened?

Note to first time visitors: If this is the first time you've visited Tuesday's Question, please note, that I'm glad you're here. All participates answers are published (along with a link to their site) within Tuesday's Question's post and you don't have to own a blog to participate.

All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish your comment along with your name. Just leave everything to me~ :0 Everyone's answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs, therefore, don't forget to stop by and visit the blogger's who commented.

Chances are, if you liked a blogger's answer, you will also enjoy reading their blog. Have Fun, and don't forget, Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, link love, and friendship, so jump in and let us know your answer. You can read the answers throughout the day by clicking "Read More"

The first answer is from Sandee at
Comedy Plus, and when I read it I could barely stop laughing long enough to respond to her comment.

Read this:

Oh I've done this one so many times I've lost count. I'm not sure it was a nervous laugh, mine have been more the 'that's so darned funny I can't help myself' kind of laughs. My first thought is what I'm going to go with. It's a bit off color, but you ask for it.

Years and years ago when I was a young lass I met a really cute guy that was built. I mean this guy was in terrific shape and he was very handsome. All the girls would do a double take when he was around. Well, we started dating and one thing led to another and well you know we ended up in the bedroom. When the clothes came off I busted up laughing. Here's the most handsome man ever with the perfect in shape body and he has the smallest (you know) that I'd ever seen. I just busted up laughing. I couldn't stop. It was awful. No it was funny to me and awful for him.

No we never went out again. I hope he's recovered. Just saying. I just want you to know that I've busted up laughing over this all over again. Bwahahahahahaha. Poor guy.

Have a terrific day honey. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

August 18, 2009 3:46 PM

Then, before I had time to catch my breath after reading Sandee's comment, along came Dawn from Twisted Sister And those of you who know Dawn, know I never had a chance to stop laughing.

Here's her comment:

If I was at the pet store with you... your mother would have been dragging both of us out of there!
You crack me up.
Seriously Annie... I do this all the time. I laugh at people laughing.
When I was a kid, all my parents had to do was say "no talking at the table". That was enough for my siblings and I to have fits of stifled giggles.

That was hysterical and the visuals were great!
The poor guy was probably scarred for life! What a great post that would make ;)

After which, comes Grace from Hugz Before You Go. By this time my side hurt from laughing...

Here's Grace:

Oh yeah - nervous laughter (And BTW Sandee - Been there, done that).

We were at the funeral home picking out a coffin for my father, my elder male sibling picks out this satin-lined ruffly really tacky looking thing - my reaction? "Daddy wouldn't be caught dead in that thing" - there was a moment of silence and then we all burst out laughing - hysterically, tears rolling down our faces, doubled over - the funeral director looked in, shook his head, and closed the door.

Then, the
King Of New York Hacks keep me laughing with his contribution...

He wrote:

Every day until they come and take me away in that special white jacket LOL

Then, Daisy's Mom stopped by from Daisy The Curly Cat

Read this:

Daisy's "mom" here:

When my dad passed away a few years ago, we were at the small memorial service for family members the night before the funeral. Sitting on the podium, there was a stuffed bear dressed in an aviator outfit complete with goggles, jaunty scarf and leather flying helmet (my dad was a pilot). My mom leaned over and whispered to me that the aviator goggles were actually "swim goggles" that someone put on the bear. I don't know why but this struck me as hilarious and I couldn't stop laughing whenever I looked up and saw that bear.


Then, Jackie from The Painted Veil
and wrote a touching experience she had with laughing inappropriately or out of place...which is good, because many of us have done this as well...

I am guilty of having the same problem whenever Pam and I go anywhere shopping.

Pam is my oldest and if we get started laughing there is just no stopping.

My weirdest experience was when I was a child and I still feel terrible about this.

The entire family was at the hospital. My grandmother was very old and very sick. Please remember I was only six years old when this happened.

But, the DR. came out and informed everyone that she had passed away. Now she was the only grandmother I had ever had a relationship with and I loved her dearly.

But, for some strange reason, instead of crying I started laughing and laughing quite hard.

I was so embarrassed and also very confused. I just couldn't figure out why I was laughing and why I couldn't stop.

Needless to say I got in trouble for this. But, no as an adult I do understand. I have heard that many times our sensors get crossed in our brain, which happens to me everyday, and we may actually display outwardly an inappropriate response to situations.

Like I said I still feel remorse over this and I do so hope my grandmother knows how very much I loved her.

Oh it's a terrible tale to to tell on myself. but, it was the worst and most embarrassing time I laughed in my life.

Sorry I am late Annie, but, I fell asleep yesterday afternoon and still wound up going to bed early too.

I hope you have a great day!

That's it, so far anyway. Thanks to all of you who participated in this weeks Tuesday's Question. All of you made my heart sing, and my stomach hurt from laughing...Have a great week~



I guess I should start this post with an apology to Louisiana, because I'm going to complain about how hot it is here, and it's hot everywhere, Louisiana just happens to be one of the hottest places in the world. For instance, it's hot enough to fry an egg on my sidewalk at the moment. Nevertheless, Louisiana deserves praise for remaining a lady after all she’s been through, particularly the city of New Orleans.

However, Louisiana summers are just too hot for anything but alligators and water moccasins. I think we ought to leave it to the critters in the summertime, where the "Livin’ may be Easy," but the fish are jumpin' because the waters boiling hot. One of the reasons life is so slow in the South, is the fact that it’s too steamy to move. Moreover, when you mix a passionate people with a sweltering environment, tempers flare, and out come the muddy water attitudes, which you'll see in this post.

The day started out like any other in August, which meant I was dripping with sweat when I went to get my haircut last week. I felt like my face was melting sideways, much like a candle burning down to the wick...I could feel mascara streaming down my face. I’m certain I looked like a combination between Elvira and a member of the seventies rock group, Kiss.

(I tried to save money by washing my hair before I left, but it was pointless.)

It really doesn't matter though, because I think the beautician would have washed my hair anyway. Because, I’m not sure if it’s me or them, but hairdressers do not appear to be listening these days, and I know they hear me. There is a difference, I think, between hearing and listening, however, I’ve never heard of anyone who could do both at the same time.

In other words, they cannot possibly listen to me, and have a conversation with their co-workers. That would be humanly impossible, and if they can talk to two people at once, they might as well retire from cosmetology all together, because they would be the first to do so.

But, I guess the truth is they could care less, hence, as a result, I've spent most of this year searching for a decent hairdresser.

And I thought I found one- I was so excited about my appointment, I sang while sitting in traffic on the way to the salon, then pulled into the parking lot and parked. However, when I looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw my face, I was horrified. I looked like a raccoon with a wet mop on its head- My eyes had black rings around them, and my hair was as limp as a wet rag.

I wanted to make a nice first impression, so I sat in my son’s car for five or ten minutes wiping off my make-up, before I finally gave up and went inside. (Do not ask where my car is.)

Then, upon entering the salon, my new hairdresser took it upon herself, to spout the first of many insults...

She said,

"Hello, did you come for a haircut?"

(No, I thought to myself, I came to admire myself in your mirrors.)

Then she cocked her head slightly to the right, and said with a mannequin-like smile,

"Oh, my goodness, my dear you are soaking wet. Is it raining outside?"

All right, I thought, this is not going well...How can someone live in South Louisiana in August, and ask me a question like that? Particularly, when her salon has two gigantic windows in front?

I just smiled, and prayed that her hearing was better than her eyesight, then responded in a traditional lady-like way,

"No, it’s obviously not raining outside, and with all due respect, if you haven't noticed, I’m sweating. It’s about a hundred degrees out there. Have you been outside today?" (On the other hand, maybe she slept in the salon.)

Ignoring my comment, she replied, "So, I guess you will need a shampoo?"

I wanted to say no, I had just washed what little hair I have, but of course, I didn’t, instead, I said,

"Yes, I suppose I do, thank you." (What in the world, was I thanking HER for?)

After which, I obediently followed my new hairdresser to the back of her salon, where I would lay my head backwards over a sink, and stare into her mean eyes as she washed my hair.

It must have been obvious by my body language that I felt vulnerable, because she flashed her fake smile at me again, before gently pushing my head against the back of the sink.

As she smacked her gum and hummed, I watched her face from a different angle, and I know it sounds weird, but she looked like a different person- I’ve lived long enough to know that her attitude toward me had little to do with me personally, so why was I so defensive and frightened?

She was just a silly hairdresser with nothing better to do, but lay her troubles on someones shoulder, and I knew if I tried harder, we might become friends, but it was too hot.

What I mean is my face started sweating profusely from the heat in the shampoo room, in addition to the hot water she was pouring over my face. Why was she pouring water over my face? She was supposed to be washing my hair, not my face. Then, I suddenly wanted to kill her again, but I reined myself in, and thought she must have a ton of stuff going on at home.

Hence, instead, I talked to myself silently, "That’s alright Annie, you’ll get her back in the fall. Before entering her salon again, you will wash, comb, and blow dry your hair, go for a pedicure, and waltz in there wearing a white linen suit."

Whereupon, you will politely declare, "I cleaned up for you. You were so nice the last time I was here, that I wished to spare you the hassle of having too much to do at one time."

If that sounds passive aggressive, it’s because it is...Most southern woman are passive aggressive when the gloves come off, and hers were off the minute I stepped through her glass door.

I cannot stand mean people, and I really cannot stand confrontation, but she was backing me in a corner.

But, at least I learned from an early age how to sprinkle my words with enough sugar to cover a plate of beignets. (Louisiana's State donut)

However, I still wanted to avoid any kind of conflict, so before losing my cool, I reminded myself that her attitude had nothing to do with me, so I continued talking to her in my head one way, while I laced the words I spoke with sugarcane.

And it worked. Suddenly, her rock hard expressionless face changed from pensive and unforgiving to warm and regretful, and when I sat in her barber chair to get my haircut, she said,

"I’m sorry, Ms. Clemmons, I’m having a really bad day, and I believe I’ve taken it out on you."

"Really, it’s alright, I said, we all have bad days."

Although, I wondered if she was really thinking about tip time, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt anyway, because, after all life is not easy anywhere, and it’s particularly hard in a hundred degree weather.

Consequently, I suppose I was right, people are living in their own heads most of the time, thinking about their own troubles and doing the best they can with what they have.

Moreover, from that day on, I will have be happy with a bad haircut, that is until it grows out, and hope we do not have another hurricane this year.

In addition, I was happy with myself for changing my way of thinking as I walked to the car. I thought about my good fortune, for one thing I was born in Louisiana in the days of air conditioning, and deodorant.

In closing, I tipped the mean/nice hairdresser, who was not sweating like the rest of us that day...and I cannot help but wonder why...

I cannot shake the feeling a splash of water would have melted her into a water puddle. (Because mean witches melt, whether they're from the east, south, or west.)

In any event, I still believe there's nothing like Southern hospitality, you just have to avoid the hot sauce in the summertime.


When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It? (Tuesday's Question)

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When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. If this is your first visit, welcome. I have posted a note with more information on Tuesday's Question for all newcomers, after the introduction paragraph. It's fun, so read on...

I know this will probably be a hard question, (especially for Americans) seeing how most of us have suppressed our youthful untruths on account of George Washington- I kind of believe it's his fault-

George should have left that cherry tree alone-period. In addition, I wonder, what in the world he was doing with a new hatchet at his tender age? I mean the image above is a pretty good example of why young boy's should not own a hatchet, saw, knife, etc...

In any event, after hearing the following words read aloud by our teachers, parents, friends, and other grown-ups...words that were (supposedly) uttered by dear George, (the goody-goodie)to his father when asked about butchering his father's cherry tree, "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet."

Now, help me understand how a child who heard that story, or rather had it drilled into their brains, could ever live with themselves after telling a lie, much less admit their falsehoods to anyone else?

However, in all fairness, George is not completely to blame...What I mean is, he didn't go around bragging about his flawlessness, in fact, he didn't tell the story at all. It was written by Mason Locke Weems, and you can read about it here. Hence, do not feel guilty about the fibs you told when you were a child.

On the contrary, you can feel good about telling your friends about your dishonest youth. Your friends will not judge you, and believe me, we all have a story to tell. After all, George Washington did believe in honesty, and would be proud of you for confessing your childhood fabrications. Hence, let's hear your story...

Alright, I'm moving on without George, because I wanted to tell you something else too... I could have sworn that I had already asked this question, but when I searched through my archives I didn't see it listed. Instead, I found a post I wrote two months after I started blogging, entitled When Young Children Lie For Approval. Hence, there is proof a few hundred years later, that a little fibbing is part of growing up.

Anyway, I found it odd that my writing style was so different then, or maybe it's because I originally wrote for it for a different audience. An audience that wasn't as cool as you bloggers are... In any event, I decided to make it one of my first posts. I cannot believe I've been blogging since June of 2007, and I still have so much to learn. But, I met some of my best friends at the same time, which means we've known each other for two years, and you know who you are.

Anyway, I've thought of this question a few times but haven't posted it, therefore you are the first audience to answer this question:

When was the first time you told a lie, and what was it?

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Here's the question again: When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?

The first brave blogger to answer this question is Grace from Hugz Before You Go, and it's hilarious.

Read this:

Let's see for close to 2 - 2 1/2 years my vocabulary consisted of Ma, Pa, John and No. I was told my first sentence was "I don't want to, make John do it" and I then proceeded to go out the door and slam it. I think my first lie would have been shortly thereafter. It was a matter of survival. The mother always said "Don't lie to me. If you tell me the truth I won't hit you" - She lied.

And the next answer is from a extremely funny blogger and a veteran of Tuesday's Question. Sandee from Comedy Plus, who wrote:

The first lie? The first? I've told so many lies and many for a very good reason, but the first lie? Haven't a clue.

I've lied to my parents, my son, my boss, just about everyone except my husband. My first lie? I haven't a clue. I had to have done that as soon as I could talk. Just saying.

Have a terrific day Annie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

The next answer is from my longtime buddy, and another great blogger, Speedy from The Speedcat Hollydale Page You fellows out there ought to be able to relate to Speedys answer...

Well, I am not if this was the first, but I vividly remember breaking a window on the house as a young child. It was one of those small basement ventilation windows on the side facing the park.
As you might guess, I said that some other kid went by and broke the window.

TO MY SHOCK ... my folks called the police department. NOW I was having some butterflies in my stomach. I hid behind the bushes when they arrived. It was a valuable lesson obviously, because my guilt still feels strong now just writing about the incident.

I broke more windows in my childhood, and fessed up to the accident. They WERE all accidents you know, even though home plate was in front of them ..... (( smile ))

Big hello to my friend Annie!!!!!

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August 11, 2009 4:50 PM

This next answer cracked me up...It's from Ettarose from Sanity on Edge

Read this:

Hi honey, how are you feeling today? Great question here I must say although a tough one to answer. I don't remember my first lie but I do remember one that sticks out in my mind. I was running down the sidewalk when I was about nine and I had a button in my mouth. Somehow I swallowed it and was terrified. I think I was more afraid to tell my mom I had a button in my mouth than the fact I had actually swallowed a foreign object, so for years my mother thought I was scared of birds. That is what I told her when I went home crying. So silly.



Have you Ever Had A Dream That Made You Change Your Mind About Something? (Tuesday's Question)

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday Question. This weeks question is:

Have you ever had a dream that made you change your mind about something? What was the dream, and what happened as a result of it?

For example, look at the image above...If the image was this poor man's dream, what do you think his subconscious may be trying to tell him? I'm surprised I haven't had this dream myself, except my cat Simon would be sitting in the chair.

Alright, you read my dream yesterday, and now you've seen the image of the cartoon man's dream, now it's your turn...

Excuse the interruption, but we've got four talented bloggers comments posted...Just click read more...Because, chances are, if you like their answers you'll love their blogs...

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Our first comment is from Dawn at Twisted Sister,
(Plus, click on the link to Dawn's blog it's hilarious...)

I'm sitting here mulling over about a thousand dreams I've had but you know... I cannot come up with one that made me change my mind about something. Let me think some more ;)

You're not going to believe this second comment from Sandee at Comedy Plus. It's an absolutely chilling account of how a recurring dream made her change something in her life. Read this:

Hi Annie - It sure is nice to see a Tuesday's Question. Just saying.

Okay, here's my dream. I was a very young adult and kept having the same reoccurring dream. I was in the front passenger seat of a yellow car and there was a man driving. In the back seat there was a little boy. I didn't have a boyfriend or a little boy at the time. We are driving along and everything switch's to slow motion. I then realize that we are going to have a car accident. There is the impact and I can hear the metal of the cars crumpling and the glass is flying everywhere. In slow motion of course. I am screaming and then I wake up. The dream never changed one bit for about five years or so. I would have it several times a year. Always exactly the same dream.

I married and had a son. I refused to have a yellow car. I refused to ride in a yellow car. Here I was with a husband and a small boy. I took this as a warning.

I'm now a grandmother of two beautiful girls. My son just turned 39 and all is well with the world. I truly believe that I was not to have a yellow car. I'm forever grateful that that dream is no longer reoccurring.

Have a terrific day Annie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

August 4, 2009 4:26 PM

Isn't that incredible? Thanks Sandee, alright the rest of you...put on your thinking caps...Smile

The next answer came from Grace at Hugz Before You Go which is another sensational blog that you should definitely visit, if you haven't already. All of these blogs are popular, so forgive me if you've visited them before, or know them for that matter.

Anyway, here's Grace's comment:

I would like to say I have, and maybe I have but I don't remember. I have very vivid dreams, the most annoying are the ones with people I don't know in them, but I only remember them for a short time after I wake. I have had prophetic "dreams" while I was awake, but that may be something else altogether.


If you haven't visited Dawn at Twisted Sister yet, you need to, because she's not only talented, she's thoughtful. She was the first blogger to answer Tuesday's Question, but she couldn't think of anything, remember? Well, she thought about it, and still nothing came to her, but she came back and left another comment anyway. Isn't that cool? And there's not enough cool people in the world anymore, so we have to take care of the ones we have...right?

Here's Dawn's answer:

Sorry Annie but I cannot come up with one dream that I felt was a premonition. I have had several recurring dreams that reflect my fears... but nothing that worried me enough to change my mind about something. For example I've had dreams about the dog dying since she was a puppy and now she's almost 16.
I've also had very PROFOUND dreams... but again they did not influence a decision.

Luvs ya,

Thanks again...Dawn...;)))


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