tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11477335382571499032024-02-21T08:28:22.633-06:00Babble OnJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.comBlogger2009125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-84322743317638883952013-12-24T14:41:00.000-06:002013-12-24T14:41:12.554-06:00Merry Christmas to you all!!Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-75623753209968888932013-06-08T15:43:00.001-05:002013-06-08T15:45:12.804-05:00More Trivia<div style="float: left;">
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<i>Fireflies are actually beetles.</i><br />
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Did you know this? I didn't. We used to catch them and put them in a jar with holes punched in the top. We kept them for a while and then let them go or made rings out of the glowy part. We called them lightning bugs. George has been posting maps on Facebook about word usage in different parts of the country. Interesting and accurate. What do you call them?<br />
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Now I enjoy sitting on the swing on my patio and watching them blink off and on in the yard. Obviously, this isn't my view. I just like the photo. <br />
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<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-18507903370295985162013-06-07T23:54:00.000-05:002013-06-07T23:56:16.286-05:00New PostJackie wrote a couple of posts on "Observations from the Knee-Deep South" you might enjoy. Click <a href="http://obsouth.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a> to get there. <br />
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I haven't been doing much lately but going to various appointments for my mother and me. More interestingly I've been to my granddaughter's awards ceremony and high school graduation. She's already been accepted to the nursing program at UT-C, which is hard to get into. Sorry to brag on her, but if you knew what all she's been through the last few years, you'd be proud of her, too. Yet she managed to graduate with a 4.0 and a semester of college credits. <br />
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My youngest grandson had a ceremony for finishing 4th grade since Nashville begins middle school in 5th grade (too soon!!!). The boys entered the auditorium and girls in another and then walked up the aisle together with the boys bowing to the girls before they separated and sat on opposite sides. He, of course, bowed with a flourish.<br />
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What was hilarious was their talent show. Several of them sang and danced. Mine performed a couple of songs from <i>A Mighty Wind</i>, the Christopher Guest movie. It was as if he were a seasoned performer and handled the microphone like a pro, interacted with and engaged the audience, and imitated the way the actor did it exactly in the movie. He's never met a stage he didn't like! LOL! Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-44668297252840019422013-05-13T18:52:00.001-05:002013-05-13T18:52:17.024-05:00Odd Jobs Trivia (Who Knew?)<i>Entertainers who were boxers in the early days of their careers include
Roy Clark, Bo Diddley, Bob Hope, John Huston, Martin Lawrence, Ryan
O’Neal, and Rod Serling.</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-73410857991048385542013-05-09T21:51:00.000-05:002013-05-09T21:51:38.133-05:00WWII Trivia<i>The phrase "the whole 9 yards" derives from World War II combat pilots
in the South Pacific. Their planes were armed with machine guns that
took .50 caliber ammo belts, which were exactly 27 feet long. Hence,
whenever the pilots blasted all their bullets at a target, it caught
"the whole 9 yards."</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-64953216187600668062013-05-06T18:12:00.001-05:002013-05-06T18:12:16.557-05:00Yikes Trivia<div style="float: left;">
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are some 50 different species of sea snakes, and all of them are
venomous. They thrive in abundance along the coast from the Persian Gulf
to Japan and around Australia and Melanesia. Their venom is 10 times as
virulent as that of the cobra. Humans bitten by them have died within
24 hours.</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-50397239279714318482013-05-02T22:23:00.005-05:002013-05-02T22:23:55.203-05:00Hmmm Trivia<i>A man’s brain is only 2 percent of his body weight, while a woman’s
brain makes up 2.5 percent of her body weight a full 25 percent more. </i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-57184157834596658862013-04-30T01:21:00.003-05:002013-04-30T01:21:22.333-05:00TV Potty Trivia<i>The first toilet ever seen on TV was on the comedy series Leave It to Beaver.</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-83694467468702650432013-04-29T18:36:00.002-05:002013-04-29T18:36:36.439-05:00Oily Trivia<i>Cooking and salad oils could lubricate machinery, such as cars and
boats, according to Penn State chemical engineers. Tests found that when
blended with an additive developed at Penn State, some vegetable oils
perform as well as or better than commercial oils.</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-73169943730757382172013-04-26T10:52:00.005-05:002013-04-26T10:53:46.904-05:00Derby Trivia<i>On February 22, 1989, Barbara Jo Rubin became the first female jockey to
win a horse race. She rode Cohesian to victory at Charlestown Racetrack
in West Virginia. The first woman to ride in the Kentucky Derby was
Diane Crump on May 2, 1970.</i><br />
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Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-41857445160701395012013-03-08T21:10:00.000-06:002013-03-08T21:13:00.347-06:00Levon Helm and Southern ReflectionsI've been watching, experiencing more appropriately, the tribute to Levon Helm that I recorded on the DVR from public television. I'm going to get the DVD of the entire concert. Check out who was there<a href="http://www.billboard.com/articles/news/1537942/love-for-levon-concert-gets-march-release-on-cddvd-will-air-on-tv" target="_blank"> HERE</a>. Wow!! <br />
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The Band's music has always resonated with me, and there's just something about Levon. My favorites are "The Weight," "Ophelia," "Up on Cripple Creek," "The Night They Drove Ol' Dixie Down," and "Long Black Veil." Their songs have been covered by so many whose versions touch me in all kinds of ways. As always with music that's been part of the soundtrack of our lives, the memories and emotions came pouring in. Also the wish that I could sing and play an instrument. Oh well.<br />
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While listening to "The Night They Drove Ol' Dixie Down," I was struck with the mixture of feelings many of us have about the South. It's like family and can be love/hate, but it's our past, our history, our reality, and we don't want outsiders to criticize us. We get defensive even if we know it might be true or agree with them. It's the way it's done that bothers me. For example, when I traveled out of the South and spoke, the perception of my IQ dropped by at least 40 points. They also assumed I was a racist. As you know, I'm as socially liberal as possible. Anyway, that song dredges up resentment toward Gen. Sherman and his devastation of homes, farms, and spirit. I won't go into my full rant on all this, but I do have one!! <br />
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Just want to mention all the music that originated in the South as well as the outstanding authors. It's a fertile place for storytelling. <br />
<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-9001044579213548652013-02-26T10:02:00.002-06:002013-02-26T12:54:36.450-06:00New FeatureAll of a sudden I noticed those orange underlined links on my posts that I didn't put there. Anybody know how to get them off and make them stop? Anyone else having this problem?<br />
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Look at the next blog post "Blogness" and let me know if "Facebook" is in orange and underlined twice. It is on mine. In the one on the Inauguration, "stained glass windows" is. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-22861992071505054692013-02-17T15:07:00.002-06:002013-02-17T15:12:37.920-06:00BlognessWell, it seems that I had about ten years of blogging in me. I started my first one in 2002 and wrote regularly for quite a while. During the last year, not so much. Progressively fewer posts and time on the computer. Part of that has to do with feeling better, I think. Another part is having my attention diverted to Facebook and playing that damned game I'm beginning to get tired of (thank goodness). No, not Scrabble. I still enjoy playing that with my worthy opponents. It's Castleville, a quest game that I was addicted to. I probably need to give it up for Lent.<br />
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So what shall I do? I miss being in touch with my blogging friends and enjoyed that time we bantered and had our own private jokes. Maybe I can get back into it. <br />
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Michelle and their daughters looked great, too! What a wonderful day!<br />
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And evening! <br />
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Richard Blanco's poem was excellent. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/20/opinion/blanco-inaugural-poet/index.html" target="_blank">Here</a> is an article about his life. <img alt="Poet Richard Blanco prepares at the podium in advance of reading his poem at President Obama's second inauguration." border="0" height="225" src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/dam/assets/130120115240-blanco-inugural-poet-story-top.jpg" width="400" /><br />
This is his poem "One Today"<br />
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One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores,<br />
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces<br />
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth<br />
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. <br />
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story<br />
told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.<br />
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My face, your face, millions of faces in morning's mirrors, <br />
each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: <br />
pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights, <br />
fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows<br />
begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper -<br />
bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us, <br />
on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives-<br />
to teach geometry, or ring-up groceries as my mother did<br />
for twenty years, so I could write this poem.<br />
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All of us as vital as the one light we move through, <br />
the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day: <br />
equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined, <br />
the "I have a dream" we keep dreaming, <br />
or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won't explain<br />
the empty desks of twenty children marked absent<br />
today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light<br />
breathing color into stained glass windows, <br />
life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth<br />
onto the steps of our museums and park benches<br />
as mothers watch children slide into the day.<br />
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One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk<br />
of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat<br />
and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills<br />
in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands<br />
digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands<br />
as worn as my father's cutting sugarcane<br />
so my brother and I could have books and shoes.<br />
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The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains<br />
mingled by one wind - our breath. Breathe. Hear it<br />
through the day's gorgeous din of honking cabs, <br />
buses launching down avenues, the symphony<br />
of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways, <br />
the unexpected song bird on your clothes line.<br />
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Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling, <br />
or whispers across cafe tables, Hear: the doors we open<br />
for each other all day, saying: hello, shalom, <br />
buon giorno, howdy, namaste, or buenos dias<br />
in the language my mother taught me - in every language<br />
spoken into one wind carrying our lives<br />
without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.<br />
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One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed<br />
their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked<br />
their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands: <br />
weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report<br />
for the boss on time, stitching another wound<br />
or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait, <br />
or the last floor on the Freedom Tower<br />
jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience.<br />
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One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes<br />
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather<br />
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love<br />
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother<br />
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father<br />
who couldn't give what you wanted.<br />
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We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight<br />
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always - home, <br />
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon<br />
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop<br />
and every window, of one country - all of us -<br />
facing the stars<br />
hope - a new constellation<br />
waiting for us to map it, <br />
waiting for us to name it - together.<br />
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<i><span class="dateStamp copyRightText">© 2013 The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.</span></i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-4132170516725202362013-01-14T22:32:00.002-06:002013-01-15T12:45:10.644-06:00Golden Globes Bob's recap <a href="http://ishouldbelaughing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a> expresses my thoughts on the show perfectly. We are as one on this. Scroll on down. You'll get there. Also his post on Jodie Foster's speech for the Cecil B. DeMille Award reflects my feelings as well; HOWEVER, after what he wrote, I hope he was being ironic when he tagged her fashion commentary with the adjective "lesbian" on there. Knowing Bob, he probably was. We can hope but won't have to since he'll let us know.<br />
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Part of Jodie Foster's speech confuses me. Is she retiring from acting? Will she still direct? Is she retiring from show business entirely or what? Not clear on that part. She seemed nervous and rambled through some of it. She referred to coming out but primarily to her desire for privacy. The part about her family was touching and moving. I'm sure this was hard for her, and it showed. I've always admired her. She has remained loyal to her friendship with Mel Gibson, who was at her table and looked stunned and unsure of where he was and what was going on. <br />
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Tina Fey and Amy Poehler were hilarious and got some good zingers in there.<br />
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Tommy Lee Jones was not amused. <br />
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Good show. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-77256895515140975162013-01-08T16:19:00.001-06:002013-01-08T16:19:42.284-06:00Gnu AttitudeThis is going to be a year devoted to taking care of myself. I'm still recovering from heart surgery and going to cardiac rehab for it. I'll add to that with some other exercises and weight loss. However, I'm going farther! I had a facial today for the first time in my life. Yes, Maddie, imagine how my skin needed that! I've been getting massages, manicures, and pedicures periodically and will get into a regular routine, I hope. OK, I'll try. So healthy habits and pampering! Bring it on! It's time! All that enthusiasm made me tired and hungry. See you later. <br />
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Another reason, I haven't had them here was the condition of my house, which looked like a hoarder lived in it. I really did feel much worse than I realized. After my helpers cleared out numerous trash bags filled with clothes, papers and stuff that filled my brother's truck several times to take to recycling, Goodwill, and/or the dump, my house was ready for company. I couldn't have healed after I got home from the hospital if it had been the way it was. Such a relief! That's why I'm not a hoarder because I wanted the clutter gone and am thrilled to have space again! <br />
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So they were all here together for the first time. It was great! From the left, across the table and back up to the front: My son Brian, older granddaughter Kelsey, daughter-in-law Melissa, daughter Kathy, older grandson Luke, younger granddaughter Kari, youngest grandson Brendan. This is at the restaurant. <br />
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<br />Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-29922808517579630072012-12-18T00:05:00.001-06:002012-12-18T00:06:14.684-06:00Tribute from The Voice<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IO64urOFNaY" width="560"></iframe>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-59183303013863923702012-12-13T00:04:00.001-06:002012-12-13T00:04:54.967-06:00Star Trek Trivia<i>The name of the USS Enterprise in the original draft for the Star Trek TV series was the USS Yorktowne.</i><br />
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The nurse committed suicide who was the object of that prank played by the Australian radio show DJ's. The head of the station approved airing the piece. Something should be done to punish them. I don't know what, but something. Maybe they should all be fired. I don't know. What do you think?<br />
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And, no, I never watched it. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-78898320160159680612012-12-09T23:56:00.002-06:002012-12-09T23:56:31.939-06:00Spare Joey Trivia<i>A kangaroo mother holds a reserve embryo inside of her after her first
baby has crawled into her pouch.This serves as an emergency back-up
baby, should the first one die prematurely.</i>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147733538257149903.post-23011414056512327922012-12-03T22:55:00.000-06:002012-12-05T00:00:48.714-06:00NashvilleI've been watching the series <i>Nashville</i> mostly because it's filmed there, and it's fun to see familiar places and to try to figure out where some of the scenes are shot. The <i>Tennessean</i> (Nashville daily paper) keeps track of the show and lets us know information about it, such as where they are filming and some inside stuff. I also watch it because I like Connie Britton and loved <i>Friday Night Lights</i>, which she was on. Callie Khouri created and produces the show. She writes episodes and won an Oscar for screenwriting <i>Thelma and Louise</i>. T. Bone Brunett, multiple Grammy winner and brilliant, is the executive music producer of <i>Nashville</i>. I just recently learned that they are married, which I think is so cool!<br />
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They filmed at the actual Bluebird Cafe for the pilot but built an identical set when the show was picked up. The Bluebird is a vital part of the Nashville music scene. It's actually called a listening room, and customers/audience members are supposed to be quiet and listen during performances. They are asked to be quiet and if they don't, are asked to leave. Strict! It shows respect for performers. I like it. Sometimes several singer/songwriters perform in the round and take turns singing their songs. Their banter is fun to watch.<br />
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I'm glad Nashville is shown fairly accurately in many ways. There are some things that fit in more in other places like L.A. since we don't have paparazzi bothering stars around here. They are left alone and can go most places without incident. They take their kids to school, grocery shop, eat out, and other regular things. They cover that in the show except for the young country pop performer (Hayden Panettiere) who was dating a pro football player. There seemed to be just one photographer who got them, though. That seems about right. It's mostly a night-time soap opera that is a lot about the music business and politics in all its forms. The actors do their own singing and have released an album.<br />
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Bluebird website <a href="http://www.bluebirdcafe.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718724697267800263noreply@blogger.com3