Showing posts with label Things Found Looking Up Other Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things Found Looking Up Other Things. Show all posts

Monday, April 11, 2011

Why Sleep? You May Miss a Party. . .

Janis Joplin, who was known for not missing her share of parties, actually said that. Though it may be fine for the party set, missing sleep is a real downer for people who actually have trouble falling asleep.
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(No, the picture isn't Janis. I couldn't find one of Janis sleeping.)
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I did find a great method for falling asleep. Certainly sounds like something that would work. Just relive every moment of your day. Every blessed moment starting from when you opened your eyes.
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I tried this and I couldn't get far without skipping simply because I must go on "auto-pilot" a lot.
And I multi-task CONSTANTLY, so that becomes a memory issue as well. It amazed me at how much I just plain forget. Maybe I'm just screwed up.
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Take for example the way I shop. Normal people may just walk into a store and search for an outfit. A shirt, pants, maybe some accessories. Or a skirt.
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Not me. I have no chance of recollecting a recent shopping trip.
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I flit from rack to rack... and pull out this and that...nothing that goes together, but things I think I may be able to make "work" with what I have. I take reckless chances to match colors from memory. It rarely works out. I came home with four shirts and a pair of what I would call optimistic tights-type pants. Turns out there is a big difference between my hopeful optimism, and what actually works on me. I'll just leave the big shirt-with-tights look in the 80's where it belongs and quietly take them back.
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Sad thing is, the three other shirts.... pale green, pale grey and black, were cut "funny" and didn't fit, so all I'm left with is a plain white shirt.
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Saturday, January 1, 2011

Good Googledly Goop


Every year the TV people put together a "Who Died" list for the year. I try to watch them for nostalgia's sake. While I was looking this up on line I got distracted by Sandford and Son blasting in the livingroom. Whatever happened to Grady? I googled him, and his real name is Whitman Mayo. He died in 2001. Ironically, in Grady Memorial Hospital. Hmm. Wikipedia also said he was only 42 when he started that role. Hmm, again. Double Hmm. He was always old to me.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Things Found Looking Up Other Things


This touches a gentle memory of childhood for some reason. Perhaps it was read to me.

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(last few lines of the poem, Owl and the Pussycat)

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And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.