Let's play!!! Time for Robin's game. Click >here< to play along too. Come on, you know you want to!
Today, er...tonight's theme is Jingle jangle jingle...all things that jingle.
1. Did you ever wear jingle bells on your shoes when you were a kid?
Oh yes...of course! My older sister Lyn and I thought it was a special treat to wear bells on our shoes, but we were only allowed to do it at Christmas time.
2. Thinking about tv commercials...do you have a favorite jingle? Something that when you see it sticks in your head all day?
Lately, the new Pilsbury ad for Cresent rolls "You've got possibilities..." keeps playing in my head.
3. Gotta little change in your pocket going jingle, jingle, jing? Do you carry change in your pocket? Do you toss it in a can when you get home for a rainy day? Have you dropped any in the Salvation Army bucket yet this year?
Change usually doesn't stay in my pocket. I empty my coin purse/pockets every night (well...almost every night) into a large container, saving away for another day.
4. When you sing Jingle Bells do you sing the nice version or the one where Batman smells and Robin laid an egg? Hey...for the record I DO NOT Lay eggs.
Original...all the way!
5. Take a picture of something jingly...and old lady boobs don't count. Could be a bell...a wind chime...be creative. Post it when you are done. If you don't have the ability to take a pic, tell us about something jingly in your home.
Well, I'm taking the easy route on this one. I have a collection of silver bells which I hang over our bar at Christmas.
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Many of the trees experienced quite a growth spurt this year. One tree in particular always gets my attention when I walk past it. I've named this one my 'Whoville' tree. I can just see Cindy Lou Who standing next to it. It will be interesting to see if the width of the tree catches up withthe height. Personally, I've never seen anything like it.
I have many recollections of him and he never spoke of the contrast between the values of his generation and mine, preferring to focus his attention on what made me and my cousins smile and laugh. He found many ways to endear himself to his grandchildren, and taught all of us his love for earth's bounty. In his later years he taught himself how to make wine from grapes and berries. At the local county fair his elder berry wine was a favorite, consistently taking first place among all the many entrants. Unfortunately, grandpa's wine making abilities did not improve with his age and I can recall more than one occasion where I opened one of his bottles only to find the wine had taken on a vinegar like quality. He rode a motorcycle into his late 80s, and only quit doing so when my father and uncle voiced concern for his safety. In reflection, I realize his lifestyle must have agreed with him because he never spent one day in a elderly care facility; and he died peacefully at the age of 88 in the comforts of his own home, sitting in his favorite chair.
