tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post1891418505254828423..comments2024-03-24T13:45:25.132-05:00Comments on Bookfoolery : 6 Random Things About MeBookfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-87165544618883991222008-05-06T20:55:00.000-05:002008-05-06T20:55:00.000-05:00Heather,Oh, goody, I'll dash over in a minute!That...Heather,<BR/><BR/>Oh, goody, I'll dash over in a minute!<BR/><BR/>That is so funny about the tax records. When I wrote my one and only published short story (sigh -- need to get back to writing fiction), I had a protagonist who had inherited a restaurant. His grandparents had saved every document from the time they opened the restaurant, after moving to the U.S. from Italy. It's funny how we clutter-bugs tend to think, "I have to save everything!" Funny and awful. LOLBookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-74236654064757699992008-05-06T17:40:00.000-05:002008-05-06T17:40:00.000-05:00Thanks for the tag! I posted mine today.I'm a pac...Thanks for the tag! I posted mine today.<BR/><BR/>I'm a packrat too and got it honestly. After my grandparents died, we found tax records back to the 60s out in the barn. And this was in 2005! Not to mention all the out of day clothes and old cartoon character glasses from McDonalds.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-4246042623292859672008-05-06T10:43:00.000-05:002008-05-06T10:43:00.000-05:00Tara,It's really a sad condition, isn't it? Event...Tara,<BR/><BR/>It's really a sad condition, isn't it? Eventually a terrible burden. I'm going to succeed at digging out from under the clutter, though. I will, I will. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-85632223821190631912008-05-06T10:31:00.000-05:002008-05-06T10:31:00.000-05:00Number 1 - me too. I often wish I was different.Number 1 - me too. I often wish I was different.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208766776468157501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-14353275520878410502008-05-05T22:10:00.000-05:002008-05-05T22:10:00.000-05:00Maggie,Apparently, I was in 7th grade. I was born...Maggie,<BR/><BR/>Apparently, I was in 7th grade. I was born in 1962. I feel like I'm confessing. :)<BR/><BR/>Well, I've read <B>Garden Spells</B>. I'll have to check out your rules and give it some thought. I do have a few on the massive TBRs, of course. You almost had me at the word "chocolate" but I'm still struggling, here. The reading comes in these bizarre spurts and then I flounder. It's yucky. But, you know I'm quite fond of the host. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-72432046504348867432008-05-05T22:03:00.000-05:002008-05-05T22:03:00.000-05:00Must have been 3rd or 4th grade? I was born in '67...Must have been 3rd or 4th grade? I was born in '67. <BR/><BR/>Anyhoo, I know you are resisting my challenge, but I have good news. All this past year, I have been reading with non-hot Southern books in mind. Not once does <I><B>Mudbound</B></I> mention the seering heat, and <I><B>Garden Spells</B></I> has crisp breezes. You could also read an Appalachian Mountain book such as <I><B>Tall Woman</B></I>. <BR/><BR/>I'm giving away pecans dripping in chocolate...maggie moranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02462439415973311990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-45408585487706573212008-05-05T20:51:00.000-05:002008-05-05T20:51:00.000-05:00Andi,It was cool. Unfortunately, I have no idea w...Andi,<BR/><BR/>It was cool. Unfortunately, I have no idea where some of my older photos are stashed (although I did happen across a photo of the Jetta at my mom's -- but I left it there). I used to be extremely organized with my photos and then one day I discovered that they were in acid-based albums. All the photos in 10 - TEN!!!! - photo albums were fading. Gah. I haven't been organized, since I took all those photos out of their albums and threw them in boxes. Sigh. But, it was cute, trust me. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-26864875856940364742008-05-05T18:41:00.000-05:002008-05-05T18:41:00.000-05:00Spraypainted a car?! I would've loved to see that ...Spraypainted a car?! I would've loved to see that one. lolAndihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220718933942181809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-50921464118150983022008-05-05T17:40:00.000-05:002008-05-05T17:40:00.000-05:00Les,Well, then, I was apparently in the 7th grade,...Les,<BR/><BR/>Well, then, I was apparently in the 7th grade, too, since we're the same age. What a relief. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-45140239243322154182008-05-05T17:11:00.000-05:002008-05-05T17:11:00.000-05:00I remember The Bay City Rollers, too! I was in 7th...I remember The Bay City Rollers, too! I was in 7th grade.Leshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08345657431432380804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-63346368377882556882008-05-04T22:41:00.000-05:002008-05-04T22:41:00.000-05:00Trish,I love that: "Tough poopies." Hahaha. Lex...Trish,<BR/><BR/>I love that: "Tough poopies." Hahaha. Lexi's gorgeous. I'm so glad you posted a photo, thanks! I'm a cat person, too, although I love dogs. I just don't want to own one. Too much work!Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-44988132937492854122008-05-04T19:40:00.000-05:002008-05-04T19:40:00.000-05:00Lexi (the dog) is part of the random things about ...Lexi (the dog) is part of the random things about me--so she recently made her introduction on my blog! She's always at my side---always, but I'm much more of a cat person. The cat is mine, the dog is his--but we are all happy together (actually, hubby would be happier without the cat--but tough poopies for him!)Trish @ Love, Laughter, Insanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17225576485797030511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-16285869913291099092008-05-04T19:33:00.000-05:002008-05-04T19:33:00.000-05:00Trish,It's okay, you can talk my ear off. Wow, yo...Trish,<BR/><BR/>It's okay, you can talk my ear off. <BR/><BR/>Wow, you are organized. I will warn you, though -- I used to be, also. There was a time when I could tell you where absolutely anything was located, in spite of how much we had. Then, we were flooded. Chaos has pretty much reigned, since then. Hubby asked me where my sewing repair kit was, the other day. After I stared at him blankly for a minute (the cogs were turning, but they're a bit rusty), he said, "I'll just see if I have a hotel sewing kit in the bathroom." Sure enough, he located one, 'cause, you know . . . he goes to hotels more often than I sew on buttons. Two days later, I happened across my repair kit.<BR/><BR/>I can't remember if I noticed a dog photo. I'll have to dash back and look. I have to look at your random meme, anyway, don't I? But, first, I must fetch the kiddo from church.Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-83854798984911253772008-05-04T19:28:00.000-05:002008-05-04T19:28:00.000-05:00Miss Carrie,I hadn't thought about that. The rand...Miss Carrie,<BR/><BR/>I hadn't thought about that. The random meme does seem well suited to you. :)<BR/><BR/>I'm working on four books, again, actually! The second Patrick Taylor book, An Irish Country Village (I just finished An Irish Country Doctor, a few days ago), Why Your Life Sucks and What To Do About It (a bit cliched in the typical manner of how-to books, but with some useful advice), Moonstruck, and um, uh. Can't remember the other one but it's in my sidebar. I did finish an entire stack this past week!Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-52217922029000417012008-05-04T18:10:00.000-05:002008-05-04T18:10:00.000-05:00Packrat? I know a little about that. My mom keep...Packrat? I know a little about that. My mom keeps bugging me to go to her house and clear all my stuff out. Here's a little about packratting--I've kept every letter/card I've ever received--even notes in high school. I have movie tickets from the early 90s (when I was a wee lil lad). Oh I can't keep going--it's embarrassing. BUT, I'm organized. For example, all my letters are in manilla envelopes based on the year. :) <BR/><BR/>Funny you mention Maggie--did you see the picture of our dog? I'm MUCH more of a cat person, but our dog is kinda sweet as well...I posted my random things this morning. :) I'll have to see about pictures of Maggie...she doesn't do anything cute anymore, BUT I did recently figure out how to take pictures of her without the devil eyes. Sorry to talk your ear off!Trish @ Love, Laughter, Insanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17225576485797030511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-51240072222198424792008-05-04T18:00:00.000-05:002008-05-04T18:00:00.000-05:00Random is right up my alley. It's my mode of conve...Random is right up my alley. It's my mode of conversation. <BR/><BR/>Did you find a good book? Or just coming to the end of the stack you were reading?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-41199539787264456952008-05-04T11:18:00.000-05:002008-05-04T11:18:00.000-05:00CJ,Yes, that's what I figured. The article I read...CJ,<BR/><BR/>Yes, that's what I figured. The article I read said their pin landed on Bay City, Michigan. Funny way to get a name, but it's not a bad one. Now, if they'd landed on Waxahatchie, Texas, it would have been <I>really</I> funny.<BR/><BR/>I used to be able to handle raw chicken just fine. Not sure where that squeamishness came from, really. <BR/><BR/>The kiddo is not moving. I've tried to wake him up three times. Even the cat failed. She did some loud talking when I walked in the room. The kid didn't twitch. I guess yesterday was a hard day for him. :)<BR/><BR/>Teddy Rose,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for joining in! You hopped on that one just as quickly as I did. :)<BR/><BR/>Maggie,<BR/><BR/>Well, now I know you're not only thinner than me but younger, too. :) I'm pretty sure I was in junior high -- not positive, but I hope so. I can't defend myself if I was in high school.<BR/><BR/>Oh, thank you. That scissor-tailed flycatcher is one of my Oklahoma photos. Isn't he a pretty fellow? I'll remember not to make any slurs against the South, just in case your students drop by. LOL <BR/><BR/>Yep, I was away during the Conference for the Book. Disappointment. Definitely, let's shoot for 2009. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-60427753125724313002008-05-04T10:12:00.000-05:002008-05-04T10:12:00.000-05:00I was learning how to spell the days of the week w...I was learning how to spell the days of the week when this jewel came out, S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night! ;D<BR/><BR/>Oh, I'm teaching blog class and leading another southern reading challenge for staff and faculty at work. I've linked to your blog to show them how they can manipulate photos. I love the scissor tail flycatcher! It is our work blog rangerreaders, so if any southern strangers come by, you'll know who sent them. ;D<BR/><BR/>I noticed you were away during the Oxford Conference for the Book. Maybe next year? ;)maggie moranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02462439415973311990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-13344728594867292632008-05-04T02:11:00.000-05:002008-05-04T02:11:00.000-05:00Thanks for the meme. This was round 2 for me.Here...Thanks for the meme. This was round 2 for me.<BR/><BR/>Here's the link to my post about it:<BR/>http://teddyrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-random-things-about-me-meme.htmlTeddy Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16145413222317511542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-73617147792972635102008-05-04T01:50:00.000-05:002008-05-04T01:50:00.000-05:00Let's face it - the only reason I know how they go...Let's face it - the only reason I know how they got their name is because the Bay City we're talking about is here in Michigan.<BR/><BR/>I can still cut up a chicken with the best of them but usually buy it already dissected. So much easier.<BR/><BR/>I hope the kiddo is careful and wasp free...<BR/><BR/>cjhCJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07798965643027904154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-83985767626485816332008-05-04T00:17:00.000-05:002008-05-04T00:17:00.000-05:00CJ,Thanks for tagging me. I really needed a diver...CJ,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for tagging me. I really needed a diversion!! Actually, I wasn't up on the roof 'cause the ladder and I are not tall enough -- I hammered from the top of the ladder. Will wouldn't go to the edge of the roof (although he did tape the chimney cover back over the hole -- we have a chimney problem, also) because of the wasp and the fact that his head was pounding. He said he'll try again, tomorrow, provided I spray for wasps, first. :)<BR/><BR/>Okay, now I know about the name. A pin on a map? That's hilarious! I had never given their name any thought, to be honest. That makes me feel kind of dim; I knew they were from Scotland, of course -- wonder if I just thought there was a Bay City in Scotland?!<BR/><BR/>I actually like chicken but touching it oddly creeps me out. Oh, and raw chicken -- that's another thing that I get laughed at about. I can't touch it without putting on disposable gloves. Yuck, yuck, yuck! My husband gets whole chickens and cuts them apart, no problem. If I'm alone, I buy pre-cooked or pre-marinated chicken. <BR/><BR/>I suppose you've had your fair share of snow for one lifetime, so an island would be a better deal. <BR/><BR/>Oh, thank you. I started to just write names for the links but I bored myself and had to change them. LOL What a dork.Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-77315870404525566262008-05-04T00:03:00.000-05:002008-05-04T00:03:00.000-05:00Chris,No hurry, babe. I just happened to be looki...Chris,<BR/><BR/>No hurry, babe. I just happened to be looking for a way to preoccupy myself, so I jumped right on this one, myself! I like that -- the "hold me over for now job". LOL<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I don't eat chicken with my fingers and I live in the South. I know -- totally weird. My niece laughed at me when she saw the way I eat chicken. <BR/><BR/>We've been flooded, too! But, only a couple of rooms were flooded and then possession entropy took over, again. Fortunately, I seem to be totally over the acquisition thing (apart from books, of course, and I'm doing much better at letting go of those), so it's mostly a matter of digging out from under decades of stuff I thought "could be useful one day" or had "too much sentimental value". <BR/><BR/>I confess. I got a few ideas for my version of the meme from other blogs. :)Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-32157396641999982062008-05-03T23:46:00.000-05:002008-05-03T23:46:00.000-05:00Wendy,Thanks. I enjoyed reading your answers, too...Wendy,<BR/><BR/>Thanks. I enjoyed reading your answers, too, although I don't think I said anything! <BR/><BR/>That packrat gene is a bear. It's good that you've fought it off. There comes a point that you realize too many possessions are really just a burden and if you've been saving things since you were a kid (till recently, I had the Valentine cards from my grade-school sweetheart!!!), it can be a heck of a battle to unbury yourself. <BR/><BR/>I love snow. I miss snow.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, it won't be me on the roof. Our ladder is a wee bit too short for me, so I'll have to send my kiddo up there and I'll be up on the ladder helping. He duct-taped the chimney cover that flew off, today, but then his head was pounding and the wasp was threatening us, so he got down. It's good to have a six-footer around. I'm going to miss him when he goes off to college (but not just because of the handy reach).Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-63210863312917895052008-05-03T23:30:00.000-05:002008-05-03T23:30:00.000-05:00Booklogged,I'm sorry you feel that way; it's a lou...Booklogged,<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry you feel that way; it's a lousy feeling. Hopefully, tomorrow will be an improvement for both of us. I was actually doing okay until the husband started packing and then my composure slowly eeked away and I became Basket-Case Bookfool. <BR/><BR/>Debi,<BR/><BR/>I'm relieved. Very relieved. I did think they were wonderful, at the time (and, anyway, there's no accounting for junior-high taste; ask anyone who survived). Thanks for making me feel better. :)<BR/><BR/>Yes, you may come visit me in the mountains if that dream ever comes true. But, I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you. I've been sneezing in the Deep South for 21 years, now.Me, too on the beach vs. mountains thing. I'm far, far too fair-skinned to be a beach girl.Bookfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08247136634069540446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29370872.post-38367410968412834522008-05-03T22:41:00.000-05:002008-05-03T22:41:00.000-05:00Thanks for playing so quickly... and I'm glad you ...Thanks for playing so quickly... and I'm glad you got off the roof in one piece (ignoring the mosquito bites of course). My dad was a packrat but so far, except for my books, I've avoided the genetic influence. I bet the car was cool - it sounds it.<BR/><BR/>S-A-T-U-R DAY NIGHT!!! Now the big question is - do you know how the BCR got their name?<BR/><BR/>Chicken is one of the foods that I could exist on...<BR/><BR/>And, finally, maybe I don't need an island but a couple hundred acres in those mountains... naw. Too much snow but the rest sounds lovely.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and I loved your links.<BR/><BR/>cjhCJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07798965643027904154noreply@blogger.com