I really don't know why I feel so compelled to start yet another blog when I have sorely neglected the first one. Like the first one, I have big ideas and hopes for this one, but I cannot quite explain them. I have been thinking about some way to communicate with my sisters besides email, and I am terrible at making phone calls, and even worse at making personal visits.
Recently Lori mentioned the same thing to me and wondered if a blog might be a way to communicate. It started me thinking about the possibilities and how we might use a blog as a vehicle to stay in touch. Lori mentioned she might call it "Sisters of Hope." Well, I snatched her idea and came up with "Sisters of High Hopes" so we wouldn't sound like nuns or missionary zealots.
When we write emails back and forth, sometimes I feel guilty if I forget to respond, or if my mailbox is so full that I do a mass delete and maybe I might miss something. Oops. Maybe with a blog we can write in it what is going on in our lives and use it as a journal to work out frustrations or share some of the good stuff that happens in our lives. There is plenty of that, and it is always nice to know what is going on.
I just thought of something. I will have to figure out how you guys can post if you want to. I guess I just give you the password or something. I will figure that out.
The point is, we don't have to feel like we have to comment, post, or even read the darn thing if we don't have time, don't feel up to it, fall asleep from the boredom of it, or whatever reason. This is a no guilt platform as far as I am concerned. I may abandon it after a couple months if we don't have time for it. Or we can keep it going forever and post once a day, week, month, or year. No rules.
So, this one isn't so exciting as it could be. Just wanted to get it started. Hopefully we can feed off of each other's wit, charm, and creativity. We are all loaded with it.
I do love all my sisters, and I am lucky to have you in my life.
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Thank you Diane for starting this blog. Me, I talk about doing things and often just let it go by the wayside. I like the addition of High Hopes. If I can figure out how to add the lovely picture of our Sister pizza game night in June not a person in the world would think we were nuns or missionary zealots. More like Sisters of Hoping for more time out of the home. I loved being together even if it was only for one evening.
ReplyDeleteI just got home from my monthly book club. I sometimes feel like a dinosaur when I am with these young women. The only other woman my age was unable to come tonight. She most likely started reading the book and decided she didn't want to read it so made up an excuse not to come. Actually I considered not going too. I hated the book for this past month. It was 3 Cups of Tea about a man that went to Pakistan and built schools for girls. Don't get me wrong, I admire him for what he did, but the details were uninteresting to me. I wasn't going to say I didn't like it - the wimp that I am, but decided to say I didn't like it. Another one of the women said she didn't like it either. Anyway, it was an enjoyable evening sitting out on Jennifer's dock snacking on cheese, crackers, strawberries and humus (whatever that is). First time I had ever eaten it and it was pretty good. What is it exactly? Which one of you connoissseurs can clue me in. Don't make me research it.
I loved the pictures you posted Diane, especially the one with Mom in it. That was such a great time when you came to visit.
I appreciate your "High Hopes" of our wit and charm and such, but I fear my high hopes will be you all won't be bored to tears my what I write. My life isn't terribly exciting, but I do so want to hear about what you are all doing from time to time in bits and pieces.
Oh, I just remembered something that was excitable that happened yesterday. Earl and I were watching Fox News (what else??) and something was mentioned about stimulous money and I ask Earl what he did with the $1200.00 when he cashed the check. He received it in 12 $100 dollar bills. He decided not to put it in the bank. You never know when you want to put your hands on some hard cash, LOL He told me he put the envelope with the money under a small antique dish he keeps on his dresser that he puts loose change in. He took a shower and came out and said the money wasn't there. Hmm Was he ever upset!! I said I hadn't seen it and I KNOW I didn't do anything with it. He went through the paper recycables. I can't begin to tell you how "excited" and wild eyed he was getting. I started thinking about a few days ago when I cleaned off the top of his dresser. Didn't remember any envelope, but I think I was dusting as I was talking on the phone. Luckily (for me) I hadn't put that trash out for the trash collectors yet. The other day I was emptying the bathroom trash cans and "precious junk", not knowing how precious, from his dresser into a plastic bag, tied it up and put it in the kitchen trash container. Something (I say divine intervention) promted me to look and wallah there it was. The crow I had to eat didn't taste so good, but the relief balanced it out.
Oh well...that is about all I have to say at the moment.
First off, hummus is ground up chick peas and lots of garlic. I make it every now and then when I know Angie is coming over. I like it too.
ReplyDeleteSecond, I eat plenty of crow around here, but I would never eat $1200 crow. I would have dug it out of the trash and slid it under the dresser with just a corner of the envelope showing and then let him find it. LOL!!
I did figure out how to let you guys write your own posts. You should have received an email by now and I hope it works with no hangups.
How is it, Diane, that you and Susie are so much smarter than me? And I am the "oldest" as Mom always introduced me to people. Are the brain cells dying off?
ReplyDeleteI could have saved face with the money except the envelope was kinda damp from the what I thought was the completely empty shampoo bottle that was in the plastic bag with the rest of the trash.
And humus? Why didn't I know that? How unsophisticated can one 67 year old woman be? Could living in the South with the constant 90 degree weather retard my curiosity? Oh Lordy!
It's not about sophistication & the south...it's the care-free, not-in-a-hurry, no-worry, yee haw way of life...LOL. Just kiding Lori... I thank yer plenty sofistified! Jest lack me!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sissie. I feel so much better.
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