What's Wrong With This Picture?

In the spirit of Highlight's Magazine for kids or The Weekly Reader that I loved when I was a kid, I have a  question for you.

What's wrong with this picture?

Yes, you got it right.....there is not supposed to be snow when the Tulips are blooming. We got about another inch this morning after I took this picture, but it has melted pretty fast.

Springtime in the Rockies. You've gotta love it!

Random Tuesday Thoughts

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Technology is giving me fits right now or maybe more acurately technology is causing me to have a fit right now. Blogger is not letting me read some blogs I want to read and I can't copy a video I want to copy. I have chargers for so many things and they are all so mixed up right now that my phone is plugged into my Kindle and I think I just heard my camera ring. On top of that, I've got all my passwords so confused that I posted my bank balance on Facebook and I put a status update on my e-mail at work.

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Do you ever find a grocery list in the pocket of a coat that you haven't worn for a year or so and find out that it looks exactly the same as the grocery list you just made?. Apparently, on top of being confused I'm also a boring cook, or I would be if I ever really cooked much. 

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There is good news though. I found a picture that answer an age old question.

Hula Hoop

I am a child of the 50s and to me the quintessential toy of my childhood was the Hula Hoop. We had lots of other great great toys. I had Tiny Tears and Betsy Wetsy dolls, paper dolls and a Howdy Doody puppet. My brother had Lincoln Logs, an Erector set and cowboy sets.  (Yes, there was a lot of gender identity in toys in those days.)

But for me there was nothing better than the Hula Hoop.

I vividly remember the first time I saw a Hula Hoop. I was probably about 10 years old. My friend's father had been on a trip out of town and brought Hula Hoops home to my friend and her sister. Their's soon became the most popular house in the neighborhood as we all learned to rotate our hips and keep those hoops going round and round. They finally became available in our town and, in my neighborhood at least, the summer I was 10 years old was the summer of the Hula Hoop.

I am still a pretty good Hula Hooper. I like to try to impress my grandkids with my Hula Hooping skills, but they are ususally not as impressed as I think they should be. They mostly just want to know when it will be their turn.

A Hula Hooping self-portrait is pretty hard to take, but Doc would have been laughing too hard to do any better if I had asked him to take a picture of my Hula Hooping skills.

What is the quintessential toy from your childhood?

Name That Blog

Name That Blog

I am intriqued by the name of  many blogs that I see. How did the writer come up with that name? What does it mean? Why didn't I think of that? Some, of course, are fairly straight forward  like, The (insert name) Family News or  Life With The (insert name) Family. Some are descriptive of the writer's place in life or their career or a hobby that the writer loves.  Some are fun or funny and others give a sense of artiness or angst. Sometimes the name of the blog and the content of the blog are cohesive and sometimes not. In the long run it is the content of a blog that keeps us going back, but I'm still curious about how some of the names came about.

In my first post I explained the name of my blog this way:  At 61 years old I often think back and wish I could remember more about myself or my children or some event or activity....all those years and all those things that brought me to today. .....Why "Living Consciously"? I am, like everyone, getting older and I hope, like everyone, that continues for a long time, so I want to do it the best I can. I feel like one of the keys to that is to live consciously..... Maybe blogging will help me along that path.

I think blogging has made me pay more attention and be more conscious of things going on in my life. It has also joyfully opened up a whole world of what others are paying attention to. It is often those things that others are paying attention to that has helped me to live more consciously.

How did you choose the name for your blog?

Do you still like the name you chose?

Are you enticed to read blogs you come across by what they are named?

Doc Is Not A Doctor or A Card Shark

A few people have asked me about Doc....his name that is. They wondered if he is a doctor and if he is what kind. The answer is that he is not a doctor of any kind, or a card player (as in never eat at a place called Mom's and never play cards with a guy named Doc.)  Doc has been called by more names than most people I know and you can usually tell where in his life someone knew him by what they call him. The name "Doc" was given to him by a very special group of people, Special Olympics athletes, and when they gave it to him it stuck.

Doc has a daughter with Downs Syndrome and he spent many years raising funds for Special Olympics. He always made sure to involve the Special Olympics athletes in his fund raising efforts. During his years of Special Olympics fund raising he lived in Boulder, Colorado where he was called D.K., his first two initials, by a lot of people in the business community, a prime target of his fundraising efforts. Many of the athletes had trouble saying the initials clearly and for them it evolved into Doc. They said his name was Doc, so Doc it was and still is.

Doc's daughter, Kristen

He is stilled called "Nick" by people who knew him in high school and college, "D.K". by some friends from later years, "Kent" by another group of friends, "Mr"  and his last name by the many people who worked for him over the years, and I call him "Kenny", but if someone asks him his name he answers "Doc" because that is the name the Special Olympians gave him.

Six Word Saturday

Skyjump Las Vegas

A new feature at the Stratosphere in Las Vegas

 

I think I'll pass on this

Similar to a skydiving, SkyJump Las Vegas can be described as a "controlled free fall," with guests attached to a vertical zip line. Located on the 108th floor of Stratosphere Las Vegas, those brave enough to jump will plunge 855 feet from the top of the tower to a landing platform close to the ground. During this ride, you'll go as fast as 40 miles per hour. ~ Description from the Official Las Vegas travel site

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Daisy

The following ad appeared (allegedly) in the Atlanta Journal Constitution a number of years ago in the personals section.

SBF seeks male companionship. Age and ethnicity unimportant. I'm a young, svelte good looking girl who loves to play. I love long walks, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips. I love cozy winter nights spent lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Kiss me and I'm yours.

Call 555-xxxx and ask for Daisy.

The many callers responding to the ad reached the Humane Society. Daisy was an eight week old black Labrador Retriever.