OR--Today's Random Thoughts:
I have insomnia—my daughter is about to leave for girl’s camp and we don’t have a whistle for her. I mean, we have one, we have five, in fact, one for each member of the family. They are orange and have a compass on one end and screw apart to reveal a secret compartment where you can store water proof matches for those days when the non-waterproof kind just won’t do. We are very “emergency preparedness” oriented at our house. In fact, many of you who might be reading this blog has one of these very same whistles because I gave them out as presents for Christmas last year. I think. I’m not sure, it’s early and I’m tired. So, that’s why I have insomnia—my daughter MUST have this whistle, a whistle, any whistle, and I have these great whistles and I CAN’T FIND THEM! They aren’t in either 72 hour emergency kit, they aren’t in the garage with the camping stuff, they aren’t in my purse, the closet, under my bed or in the kitchen junk drawer. I just hate it when I hide stuff from myself!
My husband, as an elementary school teacher, has two lovely metal whistles that he uses at recess but wouldn’t you know, he left them in his desk at school for the summer. I guess they were looking forward to a little time off, as well.
Anyway, I’m trying not to think about the whistles. I decided to think about my blog whilst I lay awake (since 4:46) instead. And what I thought is that people who are looking for a funny blog aren’t finding mine because I don’t have the right search words. That’s right, my friends, I don’t have the correct search words for the finding of a blog that people with funny bones to be tickled might find. So, that explains the title of this blog. Now that I can see what search words people use (and no, the people who google Tom Welling don’t stay to read anything) I thought I would give this a try.
Lastly, I am thrilled to announce a birth. On July 8th, my first hollyhock, grown from seed, planted by my own two hands, bloomed. This process has taken approximately 15 months and that is a heck of a long time to wait. I believe only elephants and giraffes wait longer. The pictures are a bit fuzzy (I need a new camera or new eyes—or both) but I am proud of my sweet pure white hollyhock blossoms.
Feel free to email or leave a comment with congratulations. It will take my mind off the whistles (I know where they are--I just don't know where they are! Hold me.) and the fact that my daughter, whom I was looking forward to losing track of for a week or so (hey, it helps!) is sitting here moping because she didn't get to go to camp and lose track of me. Did I mention, hold me?
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