Sep 30, 2009
I am using a tablescape from somebody else. Mrs. Gail Borden of Chicago has set a lovely table. Or at least one of her servants did.
It seems that Mrs. Borden is a chic round-the-world traveler and a much sought after member of Chicago's North Shore set. She says she enjoys entertaining at home.
"I love having friends in for dinner." And since her friends include artists, musicians, and literary figures, her dinners are always great fun. One of her thoughtful table touches is the serving of Camel cigarettes...
"My guests prefer Camels." she points out..........etc.
You can see her maid has the camera ready for taking a pic of the table for our meme. (I don't think it is a camera). I see lovely silver candle sticks. She probably paid full price at a chic store. No Ebay for this world traveler. Do you recognize the china pattern? Looks like it will be a three course meal. I wonder what they are having?
If you enlarge the picture by clicking on it you will see a list of names of other importantly chic women who also smoke Camels.
Sep 29, 2009
This challenge will end on October 12th which is Canadian Thanksgiving. I will put Mr. Linky up on the Sunday, October 11th. for you to sign in.
You should check it out for yourself. While you are at it check out what Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams had to say as she put me on to this. She provided a link as well for Debi Ward Kennedy's site. This woman has taken on a mountain and I sure hope she wins. As I said in my previous post we must not let this behavior go unhindered. We wouldn't allow someone to steal from our purse nor should we let this go.
Blogging with integrity also refers to how we comment on other blogs and the content of our posts. Treating others with respect. This is not from a censorship stance but one simply of integrity. It refers to our sponsors and product reviews too. When I post giveaways from my sponsor they are identified as such. When I give away something I have purchased or painted that is different.
At one time I was contacted by a man who wished to use some photos of my sister's garden. Although she and her husband had given me permission to use the photos on my site I had to ask them if it would be alright for this man to use them as well. That is how it should be done. Once the original agreement has changed then permission is needed again.
I hope you will sign up too and please always let someone know if you see their content anywhere other than their own site.
I have noticed something in blogland lately and I find it disturbing. I have seen it mentioned on Twitter as well as on individual blogs. It is the theft of our hard work and great minds.
People are copying, plagiarizing, our blog posts. Some are taking the entire posts pictures and all and posting them as their own. I don't mean the use of an online photos without permission (I do try very hard to get permission for photos I use and link back to sites where I find them) which isn't a good thing. I mean the theft of our work and creative ideas without permission is theft just like if we had a store or restaurant.
How about you? Have you had any of your blog posts stolen? How would you know? What would you do about it?
Sep 28, 2009
Sep 27, 2009
How do you tell someone about your blog? What is your response to their look of confusion when they hear the word blog?
You know the scenario.
"I wrote about that on my blog."
"On your what?"
"My blog, my web page."
"What is it?"
"It is my personal web page, I write stuff there. I post pictures."
"Really it is a lot of fun. There are so many interesting blogs out there and I can connect to them from my blog and some people follow me on my blog and I follow them and we join in memes and...."
"Sounds kinda creepy."
"No it isn't creepy. There is a great community of people out there. Sometime we cook or decorate or remodel and refurbish. Sometimes we vent and sometimes we laugh."
"Well I gotta go now."
"You should check out my page. Here is the web address, let me write it down."
"Oh ya sure. Thanks."
At this point I am having trouble convincing myself to look at my blog. My voice kind of trails off and I am left wondering how people get through the day not knowing what a blog is. They probably don't Twitter either.
Sep 26, 2009
Tulips of the Netherlands
Sep 25, 2009
Sep 24, 2009
I have had sleep trouble off and on for several years. I know a lot of it was hormonal but all that is behind me now. I don't know why it has flared up again so severely.
I go to bed about 10 pm every night. Usually I fall asleep pretty quickly. On a good night I will sleep for 3-4 hours and then get up to go to the bathroom. I turn on no lights so as not to disturb the production of melatonin/seratonin that our bodies make while we sleep. In fact I barely open my eyes and have yet to pee in the closet.
Back to bed I go and then it starts. Or stops. I don't know which it is but I can't get back to sleep. I roll over more times than a dog working for treats does. After about an hour of this (now 2 or 3 a.m.) I give up on my bed and head to the guest room. I like the air flow better in there but some nights that doesn't help so then it is off the the loveseat in front of the living room window. There I sometimes fall back to sleep sitting up sideways on the loveseat all scrunched up wrapped in a blanket.
Sometimes I heat up a heating pad in the microwave and use it on my lower back which is often twitchy. Now we are looking at 4 or 5 am. We get up at 6:00. I don't have to get up other than to go meet my coffee group but up I get most days. Then I go to coffee and can barely speak a full sentence. The simplest of words evade me. I try not to drive anywhere else on those days and i force myself to concentrate on the short drive home.
Well when my BB guy got up at 6:00 I was on the loveseat. I had been up at 4 and then at 5 tried my sitting sleep position and got in an hour. I gave up on the idea of coffee because I have some things I have to do later in the day and getting a bit more sleep was very important. I slept until 8:30 and I feel like...a new...bag of crap.
At least I can blame all my weight gain on the fact I don't sleep. They said so on the news and on many web sites.
The researchers looked at exercise habits to determine if they could account, in part, for the findings. But they didn't discover any differences in exercise levels or physical activity that would explain why the women who slept less weighed more.
Were the women who were getting less sleep also eating more?
The answer was no. In fact, the opposite was true.
"Prior studies have shown that after just a few days of sleep restriction, the hormones that control appetite cause people to become hungrier, so we thought that women who slept less might eat more," Patel says. "But, in fact, they ate less. That suggests that appetite and diet are not accounting for the weight gain in women who sleep less."Now which one of you can write me a note for missing coffee group. I will take any and all notes with me in the morning.
Sep 23, 2009
Sep 22, 2009
Sep 21, 2009
My sister was on a trip with her husband and his mother from Ontario to Nova Scotia to visit her brother in law in the navy. Their trip took them through Quebec. They sat down in front of some statues and had their picture taken. She never thought anything of it again until this week, over 40 years later, when she was sent the picture in an email.Isn't she pretty? That is my big sister on the left and her dear mother in law on the right. Nothing unusual here is there? Until you look at the statues and read the inscription. I have written about these people immortalized in these monuments before. They are our 11th great grandparents, Louis Hebert and Marie Rollet.
The odd thing here is that we didn't know this until a couple of years ago when I discovered our connection and added them into our family tree.
Sep 20, 2009
Off we went to a local steak house. Prime rib was in order as I always have. So there was my BB guy and my youngest son. They had been with a large group of locals up at the cabin because they were attending a funeral service for a long time resident of the area. Although he had the same surname as us and his family was from the same area in Ontario originally there was no connection that I could find.
The service was held in the local Legion hall.
At some point the local guys were teasing our son with threats of SMOPS. Now this is worse than a cougar after my 22 years old. Not only did he have to worry about the SMOPs but also the SMOTs and the SMOCs.
Imagine my delight to find out that a SMOP is a Single Mother of Princeton, Or a SMOT Single Mother of Tulameen or even closer a SMOC Single Mother of Coalmont.
That is it! He is grounded.
Sep 19, 2009
I first posted this in April.
I would like to hear about one of the nicest things someone has ever done for you. It doesn't have to be a donated kidney, although that is really something, but any act of kindness however small. As long as it meant something to you.