Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2015

FRIDAY STIR FRY - Big Weekend


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So, it's officially the first weekend of summer, or as my ex used to call it, amateur weekend. The time when people who don't normally go to the lake or drive a boat or golf, are out there in mass. The season doesn't really get here for a few more weeks - Summer Solstice has the longest daylight of the year and is the official change from spring to summer. But who cares? School is out in most places and we have a three day weekend. It's time to party!

I did a survey last week asking what is your most favorite summertime activity. The answer was a tie between traveling to new places and inviting people over for a cookout. I would have to chose traveling. Some of my fondest memories are of going to Yellowstone, New York City, Hawaii and Disney World. All very different locals but all hold a unique place in my heart. Plus, as a writer it is important to get out and about, see new places and observe different people. It gets the creative juices flowing.

As we enjoy this long Memorial Day weekend, let us not forget the real reason for this first summer holiday. The brave men and women who served and sacrificed for the freedoms we enjoy. Bless them all. Go put a flag on a soldier's grave. It will make you feel wonderful and it will be appreciated.

Friday, May 23, 2014

FRIDAY STIR FRY - This and That and The Other Thing

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Still patiently waiting on line edits. In the meantime, here are just a few random thoughts that Maxine and I came up with.

Why are people in the West so afraid of tornadoes? Heck I'd be more afraid of those damn fires. At least with a tornado, you can hunker down in your home and have a fighting chance. With a fire licking your ass, not so much. And mud in this part of the country is a good time. Not something that slides down a hill and destroys you and your home. I feel so sorry for all those people who've lost everything.

Why do my clients think their problems are more important than anybody else? And no, I don't answer my phone at work very often.  - 1. I don't have time and 2. I hate being blindsided. Leave a message so I can do a little research before I call you back. And if you leave a rude message, I may not call you back at all. Or if you say the inspector was just flat wrong when he reported your house was filthy. Take a good look around and get back to me on that one.

What has happened to Memorial Day? I still decorate the graves of my family, but younguns nowadays don't show any interest at all. It's a matter of respect and remembrance, not just a fun time at the lake. Get with it young people! I'll come back and haunt you if I don't get at least a Pansie.

And some last words of wisdom from Maxine:  "At my age every hour I work should be considered overtime."

Do you have any burning questions? Maybe we can figure the answers out together.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Friday Stir Fry - Ramblings


No theme this week, just a bunch of stuff floating around in my little head.

I don't think we're going to have much of a Spring. Seems to be going from snow the first week of May to Summer the last week. Does one month count as a Spring?

My little desk printer died last week. It had a good life, but man I hate to fork over the money for a new one. Bit the bullet today and went to Staples. Actually got a pretty nice one for less than eighty dollars. It scans and copies, too. I've been wanting a scanner for a while to use with my scrap booking. So maybe I should've thanked my little printer before delivering him into the hands of the recycle guy.

Memorial Day is this coming Monday. I usually have flowers bought by now. I go down to the little cemetery in Douglas County east of Mansfield to my mom's family graves. Then a trip to Greenlawn for my dad's family and my mom and dad. Then White Chapel for my ex in-laws. Not sure I'm gonna do any of it this year. Gas prices the way they are pretty much keeps me from driving to Douglas County. And my knees make it hard to walk in a cemetery. I feel a little guilty though, cause I'm the only one left to pay respect.

For the last couple of weeks I've been editing BTH again! I swear this is it. It's either gonna get published after this or go in a drawer. I'm ready to move on.

Okay, my brains empty. Time for a nap. Everybody have a good week!