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Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. Today's question is:

Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place?

Or rather, have you ever giggled at the most inappropriate times, or moments when one wouldn't dare to smile, let alone bust out laughing. Moreover, the more unacceptable it is, the more you cannot seem to stop, especially if you're in the company of a close friend, and they start laughing as well.

I'm not sure, but I would be willing to guess we've all had a bout of nervous laughter at least on one occasion, and if you're anything like me, it may even be more.

In fact, just the other day I joined my mother on a trip to Pet Smart at our local mall. If you're not familiar with Pet Smart, it's a pet supply store that allows their customers to bring their pets shopping with them, in addition to many other amenities.

For instance, they have an obedience training class you can watch in the middle of the store. So, my mom and I stopped for a minute to watch the class, which must have been for mixed breeds, because the dogs/students were all shapes and sizes.

In any event, I felt sorry for them, because their teacher had a loud authoritative voice, which I guess obedience trainers are supposed to sound like, however, one little dog keep looking from me to his owner, as if he wanted to be rescued.

Although, every time the little dog looked at me he would widen his eyes, and when the teacher spoke, he opened them more- It was the funniest thing- I felt like the little dog was trying to
say, "Jeez...she means business, doesn't she? Why can't I go home? She's hurting my ears."




Consequently, I started laughing and I could not stop...the more the teacher spoke and the longer the little dog looked at me, the more I laughed, plus, with the exception of the teachers voice and my laughter, the room was silent.

I was standing next to my mother, who was giving me a dirty look, but there was a crowd behind me, so it took me a while to get out of there, and believe me, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.



However, when I did get away, I realized that I must have disrupted the class (What's new?) because I could hear all of the dogs barking, and I saw my mother marching toward me. Incidentally, my Mom grabbed my arm, like I was about six, and lead me to the cash register, mumbling something about growing up...

But, when we got in the car, I grilled her, I said,

"Oh, come on Mom, I know I'm immature, but you cannot pretend you've never laughed in an inappropriate moment."

She smiled, and said, "That teacher was a little bossy, wasn't she? But, you know, I told myself to avoid going anywhere near a classroom with you again after we had a class together at the YMCA. "

(Don't ask.)

Hence, you see, it's happened to me more than once, so feel free to share...

Have You Ever Laughed Out of Place? And since we know you have, where were you and what happened?



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TEXT Posted by Ann Clemmons

When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. If this is your first visit, welcome. I have posted a note with more information on Tuesday's Question for all newcomers, after the introduction paragraph. It's fun, so read on...

I know this will probably be a hard question, (especially for Americans) seeing how most of us have suppressed our youthful untruths on account of George Washington- I kind of believe it's his fault-

George should have left that cherry tree alone-period. In addition, I wonder, what in the world he was doing with a new hatchet at his tender age? I mean the image above is a pretty good example of why young boy's should not own a hatchet, saw, knife, etc...

In any event, after hearing the following words read aloud by our teachers, parents, friends, and other grown-ups...words that were (supposedly) uttered by dear George, (the goody-goodie)to his father when asked about butchering his father's cherry tree, "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my hatchet."




Now, help me understand how a child who heard that story, or rather had it drilled into their brains, could ever live with themselves after telling a lie, much less admit their falsehoods to anyone else?

However, in all fairness, George is not completely to blame...What I mean is, he didn't go around bragging about his flawlessness, in fact, he didn't tell the story at all. It was written by Mason Locke Weems, and you can read about it here. Hence, do not feel guilty about the fibs you told when you were a child.

On the contrary, you can feel good about telling your friends about your dishonest youth. Your friends will not judge you, and believe me, we all have a story to tell. After all, George Washington did believe in honesty, and would be proud of you for confessing your childhood fabrications. Hence, let's hear your story...


Alright, I'm moving on without George, because I wanted to tell you something else too... I could have sworn that I had already asked this question, but when I searched through my archives I didn't see it listed. Instead, I found a post I wrote two months after I started blogging, entitled When Young Children Lie For Approval. Hence, there is proof a few hundred years later, that a little fibbing is part of growing up.

Anyway, I found it odd that my writing style was so different then, or maybe it's because I originally wrote for it for a different audience. An audience that wasn't as cool as you bloggers are... In any event, I decided to make it one of my first posts. I cannot believe I've been blogging since June of 2007, and I still have so much to learn. But, I met some of my best friends at the same time, which means we've known each other for two years, and you know who you are.

Anyway, I've thought of this question a few times but haven't posted it, therefore you are the first audience to answer this question:

When was the first time you told a lie, and what was it?


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Here's the question again: When Did You Tell Your First Lie, and What Was It?

TEXT Posted by Ann Clemmons

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday Question. This weeks question is:

Have you ever had a dream that made you change your mind about something? What was the dream, and what happened as a result of it?

For example, look at the image above...If the image was this poor man's dream, what do you think his subconscious may be trying to tell him? I'm surprised I haven't had this dream myself, except my cat Simon would be sitting in the chair.

Alright, you read my dream yesterday, and now you've seen the image of the cartoon man's dream, now it's your turn...


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TEXT Posted by Ann Clemmons

What impossible daydreams, thoughts, or ideas did you have when you were a child? I mean ideas that you actually believed could come true or were true. For example, since I grew up in the sixties, I had many friends who believed aliens would kidnap them, and I believed something similar, but my beliefs were more of a personal nature.

My father was a police officer who was often late coming home at night, so if I was still awake, I would listen to him open the refrigerator and fumble around for something to eat, as I sat on my bed prepared for whatever the intruder dressed as my Dad may have planned for our family.

As a result, I was often asked to leave the breakfast table the following morning for glaring at him with suspicious looks.

Now, I 'm left to imagine what my poor father thought about the sudden change in my disposition on the mornings after his shift at work.


Since my father wasn’t home much he was a mystery to me, therefore, I envisioned him a fraud, or some sort of impostor, an explanation that suits me today, although, when I was a child, I thought, “What is wrong with me?”

What I didn’t know then, is that children have a hard time articulating their emotions; thus, they invent other ways of facing their demons. That’s why I thought this may be a good question, considering all of us were once children, and at one time believed the unbelievable and imagined the inconceivable; a gift not lost to many of us adults, but that’s another post.

Nevertheless, this Tuesday’s Question asks about the impossible daydreams, ideas, and beliefs you experienced when you were a child. I bet this question will be funny, as well as wipe the dust from windows that have been closed for a long time.




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TEXT Posted by Ann Clemmons

Authors note: For some unknown reason I was reading my comments from my e-mail yesterday, with the exception of the first one. There was a big sign over my post telling me that my site was out of service... Hmmm... don't ya love how they tell that and then they don't tell you why? Although, I guess it's not as bad as finding your water cut off when you get home, but almost. Anyway, that's why I'm publishing all of your excellent, wonderful, brilliant, heartfelt, and generous answers today as opposed to yesterday.

All of them were wonderful as usual. If you do not see your answer published, or your link doesn't come through, please do not hesitate to let me know...you're important to me. And as always, thanks for participating. :))


Hello, and welcome to this weeks Tuesday's Question...I apologize for the delay, however, for some reason it took me all morning to think of a question today. I know I haven't asked every question on earth, although after reading through the Tuesday's Questions in archives this morning, I was beginning to wonder.

But, just when I think I've asked every question there is to ask, I find what I believe will be a good question hiding somewhere in the recesses of my mind, and today in an old box of memories hidden behind some cobwebs I found this one;

Have you ever done something out of character for you?

For example, have you ever dyed your hair jet black, when you're a natural blond, the day before you started a new job ?

Or stapled (some of you know about this) your bosses tie to his shirt? Or decked an anesthesiologist after surgery knocking him down on the operating room floor?

(That is how I inherited the nickname "Slugger" from my son. And this is information I assume is between us, right?)

And this last one, I think the television show Friends copied off of MY friends and I- because we also danced in the outside water fountains in New Orleans at a Rolling Stones concert.


Which for me, was completely out of character. Well...really all of these examples are~

So...now it's your turn, Have you ever done something out of character for you?


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Our first brave blogger to answer was Confused (Robert) from Black Tie And Sneakers

well there are a few times where under the influence of alcohol that I have done some slightly..:) out of character but I am not sure they qualify and out of a sense of self survival I would have to plead the fifth to..:))))))

hope you are well Ann..

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And the next comment is from my good friend Sandee at Comedy Plus

I'm kind of with confused. Maybe when I had a couple of cocktails, but mostly I've done what I've wanted to do. I've done what I thought was right for me. Pretty much all my life.

I hope you are feeling well too honey. Have a terrific day. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

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The next answer is from Lizzie at Lizzie's Choice

I have recently done something that was totally out of character for me. I am usually so careful but I just threw caution to the wind and did what I wanted to do. What was it? Well I can't tell you that on the grounds that it might incriminate me!

January 20, 2009 4:26 PM

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The next answer is from Speedy at Speedcat Hollydale Page

Robert must be quite a character at the corner saloon!!

Tough question for me ... I think people are not surprised by anything I do really.

Out of character for me would be cruelty, or something judgemental, and I am completely unable to take on those qualities.

hmmmmm

OK! - I think I have one!!

It just POPPED into my head. I am not what you would call "organized", or "agenda motivated". Calling me an obsesive compulsive is as far from the truth as could be. With that in mind ....

Many years ago my boss asked me to run the warehouse. I was reluctant, but he offered me a raise, and that was all it took. For some reason, my messy self became a fuss-budget. I introduced a system of organization, and became infatuated with having everything in neat rows, clean, and properly placed. Even something out of alignment caused panic. People started calling me overbearing!! What? Me??
Anyway, I was not happy working in ONE spot, and eventually asked be be out on the road again.
I think aliens took over my mind for that period of time in the warehouse.... that's the only way to explain it!!

January 20, 2009 4:30 PM

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And the next answer is also from Speedy at Speedcat Hollydale Page


wow!

Two comments in while I wrote mine ... I must have been obsesive compulsive with it??

HA HAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hapi at HapiBlogging with Pleasure provided us with some useful information for the advanced and beginning blogger. Be sure and check out HapiBlogging with you have the chance...

Here's Hapi's comment~

Happy Wednesday! Bloghoppin' here... Hey, I have an interesting tutorial for you that I have written myself. It is about adding Adsense on your Single Post in XML template. I hope you'll like it! God Bless you!

However, Hapi, next time we would love to have your answer to Tuesday's Question~

God Bless you too, and thank you for visiting~

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My next answer is from my good friend Ettarose, at Sanity on Edge another regular on Tuesday's Question; Thank you for the brain storming Ettarose, and I'll love ya always~

Jeez, Annie spam? I hate it. I am really trying to think of something out of character for me and nothing comes to mind. I can be very mean when I have to and then turn around and smile sweetly. I love with all my being, but I have been known to be a little shit when I am crossed. Sorry, if I think of anything I will be back.

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Our next answer is from Kasey at Do Everything Blog
where everyone should visit at least once. Thanks Kasey.

Well, I've thought about it before.
Does that count?

"And yes, Kasey I believe it counts...laughing..."

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The next answer is from my friend Grace at Broadway Matron who is another loyal Tuesday's Question commenter, thank you Grace.

Out of character? If I were to be the judge of that, then I say never. If other people were to be the judge then almost everything I do is out of character. We rarely, if ever, show all sides of us to any one person. There are folks who think I am an optimistic up-beat person and others who think I am serious and somber and even depressed. Some see me as loving and kind and others think I am a cold-hearted, unemotional bitch...So it goes...Being any one thing all the time would be out of character for me.

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Listen to this next comment, I laughed, I'm certainly glad this act was out of character...(laughing)or at least I hope it was- The commenter is Medela at Medela Breast Pump Deals


Talking of doing something out of your character, Let me tell you this I once slapped a guy! generally I am very calm and cool and never even pinch anyone, so that is quite an out of character thing, isn't it?

Yep, Medela, it is...laughing...thanks again



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And our last answer so far is from Unfinished Rambler at Unfinishedrambler

Out of character? I guess, for me, it was going on a country booze cruise and ending up on another level with a sheet metal workers union who definitely were not country. Let's say "urban." I ended up dancing to "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry. Was alcohol involved? Um...yes, it was. :)


From Author: I don't know Unfinished Rambler, but it seems to me that alcohol and "Play That Funky Music" do not go always go well together, but, on the other hand, maybe they do...(Smile) Thanks for the comment~


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My next comment is from dizzblnd at Soggy-Doggy-Bloggy...

Thank you for following me. I appreciate it.

As for your question..

I occasionaly spontaneously decide to clean my house all day.

I am a messyholic.. so it's waaaaaaaaaaaaay out of character

January 21, 2009 6:19 PM

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Then Nessa at Nessa's Place
stopped and left a comment for the first time. And I feel bad because she didn't know about Tuesday's Question. Shame on me, I need to promote Tuesday's Question more, but I want to make another button for it. There's something that bothers me about the button for Tuesday's Question. I'm not sure what it is but I'm going to make a new one. Anyway, thanks Nessa for visiting, and leaving a comment, and I'm thrilled you know about it now. :)))



Oh i love this........how did i not know you did this though? I'll set a reminder to come check Tuesday and join in on the fun.

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Thank you everyone for being such great sports and remember if I missed your comment, please be sure and let me know...And don't forget to visit the participating blogger's blogs, because remember, chances are if you liked a bloggers answer, you will also like their blogs...have a great day-

And goodbye, until next Tuesday~

TEXT Posted by Ann Clemmons

"I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense..."

Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.


Hello everyone. Yep, I'm finally posting a Tuesday's Question, and I'm sorry for the inconsistent postings. However, I've received the go ahead from my doctor to begin publishing a few posts a week on A Nice Place In The Sun, plus I can start writing manuscripts and freelance full time again. I'm was happy to get the news, and as far as how I feel, I say "Damn the tornadoes, full speed ahead."

So if I take it easy and don't rush out of the starting gate too fast, I'll be back in the race soon enough. (Until then, I hope you can forgive an occasional dead metaphor)

Thank you again for your mind-boggling support and friendship while I was in and out and since I've been writing Tuesday's Question.

If this is the first you've read or heard of Tuesday's Question, please note that I'm glad you're here. All participates answers are published (along with a link to their site) within Tuesday's Question's post and you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish your comment along with your name. Just leave everything to me~ :0

Everyone's answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs, therefore, don't forget to stop by and visit the blogger's who commented. Chances are, if you liked a blogger's answer, you will also enjoy reading their blog.

Have Fun, and don't forget, Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, link love, and friendship, so jump in and let us know your answer.

You can read the answers throughout the day by clicking "Read More"


Before, I give my answer here's a quick note of gratitude to my regular readers:

It’s amazing how much you can learn about a person by asking them questions, and really listening to their answers. (as opposed to thinking about what you’re going to have for dinner.)

Because when people choose to tell you about their childhood experiences, backgrounds, siblings, birth order, parents, teachers, friends, children, etc...They are sharing a combination of the ingredients that have helped shape their lives and form their personalities. And when they explain how they managed to find joy in their blessings, bounce back from their struggles, and endure their sorrows, they are sharing with you the foundation of their character. There are times when I’m reading your answers when I am overwhelmed by how genuine and honest all of you are.

Today's Tuesday's Question asks, What is your Favorite Memory From A Simple Moment? and many of you have given me many favorite moments, many times.
Thank you~

My favorite memory from a simple moment is at the end of this story. I hope the story it's not too long, but if it is, just read to the bottom for the example of my simple moment. By the way, this is one of my first posts on A Nice Place In The Sun, and it was chosen as The Rising Blogger's post of the day. I was so proud~

It was titled, What Do You Remember About Your Favorite Grown-up?

When you were a child who was your favorite grown-up? My favorite grown-up was my maternal grandmother. Yesterday, I went to her grave site and recalled two of my favorite memories of her. I have many memories of fun grown-ups, although for some reason she's the one who sticks in my mind the most often. My other grandparents were great too, of course, but we lived down the street from her in a new neighborhood branched off from an older street or lane, called Moss Side Lane. The name Moss Side came from the moss that hung from the oak trees that shadowed the street.
With the exception of my parents, this grandmother had the most influence in my life. She taught me to wish upon a star, to garden, curtsy, talk to people, read…

We called her Nana, and she said things like, "DAT Burn it!" and "A stitch in time saves nine." She had a garden in a huge beautiful yard which she embraced with passion. Determined to enlighten us on the basics of gardening and yard work, she would bribe us for the opportunity to put us to work. The funny thing is, my brothers and I thought our work was actually worth the gratuity. In order to teach us something, she endured the arguments, temper tantrums, and excuses with the grace of a saint. However, this was a tolerance reserved only for her grandchildren. She wasn’t a tolerant woman or a saint, she was just a grandmother. Always on the side of her children and grand children, right or wrong, in addition to having a lesson to teach...

On one of our gardening opportunities, I was working my heart out when (I was singing to myself and playing with a rake) she called out to me, "Ann, come see." When I reached her, I saw she found a baby rabbit lying limp on the ground. The soil, recently tilled, had disturbed a nearby rabbit hole. Evidently, a baby rabbit ran out of his home, and the tractor ran him over. The little baby was in bad shape. Nana yelled across the rows of vegetables, "Honey, will you come help me with this?"

I can see that baby rabbit in my mind's eye as clear as if it were yesterday.
Then she said, "Go get the hoe! We are going to have to put it out of its misery"

It took me a moment to realize she didn't mean WE were going to have to put the rabbit out of its misery, she meant ME! It was clear there was no "we" to striking that rabbit to death with a garden hoe! There was only a "me" to do it! She handed me the rake, and looked at me as if to say how hard it was for her to teach life's cruelest lessons.

"Go ahead, it is the best thing to do for the rabbit, honey, we cannot let it suffer."

"Nana," I exclaimed, "I ‘m not going to chop it's head off, I'm sorry, but I can't.”

Although this protest held the promise of making her angry, instead she was childlike and warm in her response, "Do you think your mother can bring it back to life?" (My mother had the skills and talent required of a veterinarian.)

Before she changed her mind, I went and got a box to put in it, and brought the little rabbit home for my mother to doctor. She did her best to save him by using an eyedropper for nourishment and water, but he died.

Our First Blogger Answer is here! Read after story~


I brought the rabbit back and we buried him near the garden. That's when she told me the story of his relatives, and where they all lived under the ground. Later that evening, we sat on her back porch steps and she taught me how to wish upon a star. I remember the inflections in her voice moving in time with the crickets, her black hair and lightning bugs dancing around in the yard. She had the best rhyme: “Wishes come true when you wish on a star/Since the man in the moon knows where you are/No matter how near no matter how far/He sees you and me and knows where we are.”

“Nana,” I asked. “Yes honey?" is what she said as she pulled me close.

“Where is the man in the moon?”

“Right there honey! Look!“

I smelled her hair as she drew me in her arms tight and laid her head against mine...I could feel her heart beating, then she pointed to the sky and said, “Look baby, right there!”


I wish I could ask her where she is now and catch up on the questions I have, or have had, or questions I don’t remember.

What is your favorite memory from a simple moment?


The first blogger to answer was Sandee from Comedy Plus, it's a well written and touching memory of moments shared with her mother. Thank you Sandee

One thing that I think of often is walking the mall with my Mother. It's something she enjoyed and I loved her so much that I would always go with her if I could. I hate to shop and she knew that.

We wouldn't necessarily shop, but just walk and talk. This has been a most fond memory.

Mom has been gone coming up on 19 years and if I've thought about anything related to her more that our mall walking it would be our daily phone calls to each other.

For years I would cry while at the mall upon seeing a mother and daughter walking along talking about whatever mothers and daughters talk about. I've since quit crying and now it's a fond memory of very special mother and daughter times that I'm so glad we shared.

On a recent trip to the mall with my husband and granddaughters, I mentioned how I always think about mom while walking the mall. It seems like yesterday sometimes and other times it seems so long ago. A simple thing that means so very much to me and always will.

Glad you're back. Love you Annie. Big hug. :)

January 13, 2009 12:26 PM
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Grace from Broadway Matron was the next blogger to answer. She wrote a comforting memory of watching a rain storm. Thanks Grace~

I have thought and thought and I don't have one. I must admit it took me a while to understand the question but Sandee's story kinda made it clear.

Perhaps lying on my bed with the lights out watching a rain storm with the leaves pasting themselves to the window panes and the shadows of the tree branches dancing madly in the wind? ....

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The next answer is from my dear friend Dawn at Twisted Sister who I've had the good fortune to know for some time, but I never knew that she was a good friend of Jack Frosts.

I guess you just never know...

Here's her touching story...


I'm so glad to see Tuesday's Question! I loved your story.
I guess the one thing that always stayed with me took place when I was about 7 years old. My mother woke me up earlier than usual for school and brought me to my bedroom window.

"Look" she said, "Jack Frost was here last night and left a beautiful painting on the window just for you."

I was spellbound at the tiny snow flake shapes... and I truly believed that Jack Frost had painted them!

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The next answer is from my good Ettarose at Sanity On Edge

Annie, I will not try to make this a maudlin story. I wish I had had the memories of a Mom that you all have. I am very simply, moved by something I can only feel though all of your words. A simple moment that first came to mind is when I was at my D's ultra sound and I will never forget the words of the Doctor when he said it was a girl.I had a moment of pure joy when I thought of a conversation we had several months before when a question of whether to terminate or not came up.That little girl is my whole world as I have custody of her. She will always be to me something that might not have been and the world and myself would have been a sadder without her. I hope this answer was all right and not sad. I really think very much of you and admire your laughter and your strength and the love you have from your children.

January 14, 2009 8:07 AM

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And the last comment, but certainly not least, came from The Muse at A Diva's Hammer...Wielded By The Muse

sometimes long post are well worth it..and this one!

I will have to return for more Tuesday's question! and not be late the next time!

January 14, 2009 4:12 PM
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Well...it looks like that's it! Thanks for participating and reading and don't forget to visit the blogger's blogs who commented, because remember, chances are, if you liked a blogger's answer, you will also enjoy reading their blog.

Plus, even though Tuesday's passed us by, feel free to answer Tuesday's Question anytime, and if it's still on the main page (not in archives) look for your comment to become a part of the post with a link back to your blog.

Because we want to read about your special moment or moments, so come on, Describe Your Favorite Simple Moment?

If not, we'll see you next Tuesday for another Tuesday's Question.

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Who has had the most influence on the person you are today? Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Question. I thought this question would be a nice Thanksgiving Week question for my fellow Americans and a thoughtful “Who do I need to thank in the world?” question for the rest of you.

Because we all have someone we can thank for the impression they made on our character, intentional or not. Moreover, some of us have had the blessing of more than a few people who helped shape us into the people we are today. Who was this person for you?

I answered this question under a different title when I first started blogging- I was so excited because the post won The Rising Blogger Award.

A few of Tuesday's Questions loyal participants also won The Rising Blogger Award in the fall of 2007. Therefore, I took it upon myself to post a link to their posts as well... here's the link to Sandee from Comedy Plus' post on The Rising Blogger as well as Comedy Plus.

I also found Dawn from Twisted Sister's winning post and the queen of dungeons and peace, Mimi from Mimi Writes who was also selected that fall. I was in good company that year.

If you haven't had a chance to read or visit The Rising Blogger be sure and stop by when you can- it's an original-


Alright...I'll move on...

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My first comment to this question was so touching I decided to post it before "Read More"

It's from Sandee at Comedy Plus. Thank you Sandee~

There have been so many, but hands down it has to be my mother. She passed away in the early 90s at the too young age of 60, but she has always been an inspiration to me.

When I was little she was my comfort. No matter what happened I could always go to mom for comfort and guidance.

When I got older she continued in this role. When I got in trouble as a young adult she was the first person I called.

When things happened in my life that were bleak, she was the first person I called.

She was never threatening, critical or judgmental. She loved me unconditionally. When I was a teenager we didn't fight like most mother/daughters do. She was so precious to me.

We talked to each other every single day. Even when I had long work hours I would always make time to call mom. After she died I found myself dialing her number before I realized she would never answer.

As I sit here crying two days before Thanksgiving, I so wish she was here to spend the holidays with as we so took for granted all those years.

Having a great talk over a cup of coffee would be just the greatest. I miss you and love you mom.

I love you too Anne. :)

November 25, 2008 12:41 PM

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My next comment is from The Muse at A Diva's Hammer...Wielded By The Muse,who wrote:

My dad...
He was all that aspire to be. :)

November 25, 2008 1:12 PM

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And Grace at Broadway Matron who wrote another well written answer...Thanks Grace~


It is a person who was a huge negative in my life, which forced me, caused me, made me, inspired me, to become a wiser, more compassionate, more loving, more confident human being. I have tried to be everything that this person is not. I have tried to never treat people as this person does. I have tried to live my life exactly opposite to how this person lived theirs.

I neither hate nor pity this person. But I must say I am thankful for what they taught me - how to be a good person, tho that was not their intent nor their example.

November 25, 2008 2:06 PM

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No one could have written this next answer better than Bud from WTIT Tape Radio:The Blog I just loved it~

Thanks Bud~ Here are Buds words:
I have terrific family members who have been there for me in good times and in bad. However, that is not the answer to this question for me.

Hands down the biggest influence has been John Lennon. We were never to meet. From the musical, to cultural to political, no person shaped the person that I am more than John.

Christ you know it ain't easy.
You know hard it can be.
The way things are going
they're gonna crucify me.

And, too sadly, it was to be. He said in 1966 the the Beatles "were more popular than Jesus." They burnt his records. The religious right had a field day. This week The Vatican officially forgave him. Forgave him? Was the Pope ever a Nazi? John Lennon never was.

He was about love, hope and peace.
He will always be a part of me. Imagine.

Thanks for asking, Annie.

November 25, 2008 3:22 PM

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Next up is my friend Paula from Paula's Playground;



Hey there Annie. I was really touched by the replies you got to this question. Especially the ones from Sandee and Grace. Very beautiful stories and I could relate to them as well.

I gave a lot of thought to this, and it is hard to come up with one person for me. I think I am influenced by everyone that I have come into contact in my life. Some have more influence than others of course, and some of it is from negative or positive experiences. But all have changed me in little ways. Mostly good I hope. :-)

I think my kids have shaped who I am the most in a general sense. In recent years I've undergone some really stressful events and changes. One experience with someone you know was so negative that it changed me in ways I did not like. My sister-in-law, and some local friends brought me back to the true me, and I'm better than ever for it. I'm the strongest and happiest I've ever been and so I guess in a way, like Grace above I should thank the negative person for allowing that to happen!

Big hugs dear Annie.

November 25, 2008 4:27 PM

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Then the hilarious Sue from Farvel Cargo
stopped by:

My dad is the strongest man I know. I would like to have half the strength and determination he has. He's the person I think of when I need to find that "get up off your butt, stop feeling sorry for yourself" attitude. I call him Superman, but not to his face.;-)

November 25, 2008 4:33 PM

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The next answer came from my great friend Eric from the Speedcat Hollydale Page

This question is hard for me ... I have been flying by the seat of my pants since birth.

I think I observe and try to assimilate the good qualities of everyone around me.

just can't pick "one" ... so here is a list.

Grampa #1 Strong, caring quiet man that I NEVER saw get angry. A man can be gentle and powerful at the same time. GREAT lesson.

Grampa #2 Friend of everyone, and the nicest guy you could ever meet. In a room full of people, he always held their attention.
He taught me to be OPEN.

Grandma #1 Honest to the max. Some saw her as harsh, I saw her as the most unfake woman that ever lived. She never minced words, and told you when she loved you ... and when she was disappointed. She showed me the power of TRUTH.

Grama #2 Sweet, caring giving and mother Teresa like ... really!
She taught me that being selfless and happy brought joy to others, and thus unto yourself in the same slash of the sword.

Father ... duty, morals, and being a man when you need to be. He taught me to be bold when needed, and lend a hug when needed. I learned to be well rounded from him, and never to take any &^#&#!
(sorry) ... and NOT to swear.

Mother: She taught me that if you walk with the Lord, you are never lost, never alone, and always following your heart. I have seen miracles in my own life, Ann. My mother is an angel in disguise. I have felt love support from her ALWAYS.


This is just a minuscule highlight of the many wonderful people that have helped me set course in my life voyage. I think we are all flawed, and have our own strengths and weaknesses. By emulating and gathering the most positive attributes of those important to us, my belief is that in fact we can become someone that will be described as having amicable qualities.

Who Was/Is The Most Influential Person In My Life?

They all are/were

November 25, 2008 9:26 PM
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Today's Tuesday's Question asks, What Are Your Irrational Fears?

How many of you can relate to the elephant in this image? I read once that fear is, "False Evidence Appearing Real," so I repeat the phrase in my mind when I'm frightened.

However, that would be a bad idea if a bear extended his paw to meet my acquaintance...or lions, tigers, and wild wolf dogs were running towards me.

In those cases if I repeated to myself, "It's false evidence appearing real, it's false evidence appearing real" those words would be my last.

But, repeating those words to myself is effective when it comes to irrational fears, such as, walking refrigerators... being strangled by furniture...or your mother-in-law talking through the picture frames...that kind of stuff. That's what I mean by irrational fear...

What are your irrational fears?

Below is a note to first time visitors, plus an announcement at the end of the paragraph to those of you familiar with Tuesday's Question. Because I know you will not read this paragraph, and I don't blame you, but if you do, I have a small announcement about the Butterfly Award in addition to the award for Tuesday's Question at the end of the post. Oh, I guess, I just told you what I wrote.

Anyway, again, if this is the first time you've visited Tuesday's Question, I wrote a brief description below:



All participates answers are posted in the same post along with a link to their site, but you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer to the question in my comments and I will do the rest~

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By the way, I have two awards I've created for Tuesday's Question's most loyal participants this past year. Most of you are probably already aware of my Top Commenter Award plans because I've mentioned them in recent Tuesday's Question posts. I was going to nominate the recipients today, but I didn't want to interfere with the question itself, plus I'm trying to decide which award I like the best. Maybe, I should let you decide. Let me know what you think, O.K.?

Plus, I literally received the coolest award called the Butterfly Award for the Coolest Blogs from two of the coolest blogger's. First the wonderful Abelle at Only in Silence nominated me, then my good friend Shinade at The Painted Veil, nominated me as well. Therefore, tomorrow will be an awards day on A Nice Place In The Sun.

I'm grateful for your patience and understanding these past few weeks, all of you have been super great people.

And for those of you reading this for the first time, thanks for participating, reading, or stopping by to visit. Answers are posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs. I've provided a link for you to visit the bloggers whose answer because chances are if you liked a bloggers answer, you will also enjoy their blog.

Have Fun, and remember Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, well, questions off the top of my head anyway. ~


Alright, get ready, get set...set? Go!

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My first brave commenter is my friend Shinade at The Painted Veil

Hello Annie,
Right now I am sitting here at my computer typing a message to you.

I did read all the way through also. thanks for the mention. you are just so sweet.

I only have one truly irrational fear, well maybe I have more but I don't have time to write a book...lol..okay?

My biggest irrational fear in the entire world is a snake.

Any kind of snake even rubber play snakes.

My grandsons all learn very young not to get any where near me with any type of snake real, alive,dead, or in any other form.

That's it for this Tuesday!

Hugs:-)

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The next answer is from my special friend and veteran of Tuesday's Question, Sandee from Comedy Plus, who gives a perfect example of an irrational fear. Thank you Sandee~

That I have to go back to work at the same place I worked before I retired. I know I don't have to, but I worry about it sometimes. I even have dreamed about it. I wake up in a sweat too. Almost anywhere would be a better place to work then back there.

Congratulations on the award. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)


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The third answer is from Grace at Broadway Matron, who gives another good as well as funny example of an irrational fear. Thanks Grace~



Bugs - now that might not be irrational but I can't stand the sight of any kind of bug even if it is a picture in a newspaper article - I'll scream, drop the paper and refuse to pick it up - that's irrational.

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Tuesday's Questions Moderator Is Under The Weather

Regrettably, my Tuesday's Question's side kick and moderator is under the weather, so to speak, therefore, we had to cancel this weeks Tuesday's Question. However, we have a great question scheduled for next week, in addition to awards for last years top participates. When I read through the archives of Tuesday's Question, I was blown away by the fact that some of you answered almost every Question. (You know who you are) Therefore, I want to thank you now, as well as remind you that next Tuesday along with the question, I will be passing out Tuesday's Question's Award For Excellence.

And by the way, next weeks question was suggested by my excellent friend, fellow blogger, and marvelous writer, Dawn from Twisted Sister and you're going to love it. Until then, I hope you will enjoy the links I included from my favorite comments.

How would I Know You? Describe yourself to a fellow blogger who was sent to pick you up at the airport sight unseen.

What's The Worst Food You've Ever Tasted In Public?

Who Was/Is Your Most Eccentric Family Member Or Your Most Embarrassing Family Memory?

Thanks for being such great sports, and I will resume my regular posting schedule tomorrow. And remember, you're important to me~

Hello, and welcome to A Nice Place In The Sun's Tuesday's Question. This Tuesday's Question asks What Type Of Animal Best Suits Your Personality and/or Appearance? If you are not sure what type of animal you most resemble, ask your friends, spouse, family, or pet and I'm sure they will be happy to help. My family would have helped me, but I wouldn't let them near my hammock. However, I'm sure if you are nice to your family, friends, and pets they will be more than happy to oblige.


All participates answers will be published today in this post along with a link to their site, however, you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish your comment along with your name. Just leave everything to me~

In addition, every participate is welcome to a Tuesday's Question Brag Badge posted with a code in my sidebar. The Brag Badge gives you the opportunity to bring your visitors to Tuesday's Question's archives, so you can show off the ingenuity of your past comments to your readers, as well as read the answers left by your blogging buddies.

Answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the participating blogger's blogs, therefore, don't forget to stop by and pay them a visit. Chances are, if you liked a blogger's answer, you will also enjoy reading their blog.

Have Fun, and remember Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, link love, and friendship, so jump in and let us know your answer.

Also, next week I will begin giving out monthly awards to the blogger who answers the most questions throughout the month of October. In addition, I will give out awards to our most loyal participates from the beginning of Tuesday's Question.

Well, that's it, until I see you again, except, don't forget to laugh, smile, and sing often...

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My first comment today is from my dear hilarious friend Maunie, at MaunieJames3

I have been thinking and thinking about this one Annie...

A dog...nope...they are much too needy.

A kitten...nope they sleep too much

So...I think it would be a monkey.
A mischievous monkey...cute, not a baboon with the purple and orange butt.

A monkey that would tease other monkeys ie: pulling tails, pinching and wrestling...yup that's it an adorable monkey.

Can't you just see me Annie? Jumping from tree to tree and eating bananas ahh that's the life.

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Next comment is from Sandee at Comedy Plus. Read this...I laughed...

An animal? Yikes, I don't want to be an animal period, but if I have to chose I'll be our dog.

She is pampered, sleeps anywhere she wants, goes to the beauty parlor (groom) every three weeks, eats expensive dog food and treats.

She is the first consideration in everything. She is treated better than I treated my own kid. Yep, I'll be our dog Little Bit.

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My next comment is from Dawn at Twisted Sister who did a marvelous job of answering...she is a lion...

I am a Lion.
I am extremely protective. Independent.
A Loner.
Watchful.
A thinker.
And I can roar when necessary :D

Have a great day Annie!

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My next comment is from Broadway Matron It's another good one...

A Siamese cat - they're smart, mysterious, and most of all they are loyal - and they talk a lot :)

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Next, I received some advice for Dawn from Bud at WTIT Tape Radio Blog I'm not sure if he is right or not, and I told him to just behave and answer the question, but he didn't. Therefore, in order to pass him some link love and leave you a link to his blog I'm going to publish his comment.

Ann-
You better break it to Dawn. Lions aren't loners. She did manage to pick the only cat that is social..



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By the way, here is my answer back to Bud,

Bud, Are you kidding? Well...they seem like loners to me, and she is like a lion in every other respect.

Anyway, you're supposed to be answering the question. I bet you were a cut up in class, weren't you? Hmmmm...that could be my next question.

But this one is,

What animal best suits your personality?

laughing...now, just behave and answer the question...

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My next commenter Ferd from Crazy Medical Cases and The Best Parts followed my advice and asked his wife Princess Gail...


I didn't want to answer this question, so I asked Princess Gail for her opinion. She said right away that I am a dog. I said, "WHAT!?" I was just about to say, "YOU"RE a dog!" when she went on to say that it is because I am loyal, cuddly, lovable, love her unconditionally, and love to snuggle.

She also said I'm not a cat because I'm not self centered, I don't ignore her, and I listen.

She also said I am not a wild animal that would attack her, or kill her, or eat her.

I tried to type as fast as I could as she was telling me her answers. Wish I had it on tape. But I at least have it written down now, so I can show her her own words when she accuses me of barking and shedding!

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Then, my dear friend Dawn from Twisted Sister changed her mind about her answer, although I think the first one was the best, this one made me laugh....

This is Dawn's response to lion expert, Bud at WTIT Tape Radio (The Blog) who corrected Dawn's comment earlier about lions.

Dawn's comment

Never argue with the man who watches nature shows on Discovery Channel!

Bud... you are factually correct. I was thinking symbolically and humans have mistakenly used lions as symbols of loners for reasons unknown to me :)
I'm changing my answer:
I am a cougar :)))

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My next comment is from "SpeedcaT, THE gOLFINg bEaR" !!! at Speedcat Hollydale Page


I am a bear. No not the one that attacks you in the forest ... I am the one at the petting zoo that drinks orange pop from the bottle and does tricks for the kids.
I like to roll around in the sun, and be outdoors. I hear that there ARE trained golfing bears - of course that would be my forte` and tag line.

"SpeedcaT, THE gOLFINg bEaR" !!!

Now, if I saw another bear or human harming my cubs .... I would maul them. (like a bear)
Mostly I am nice though, and will be a loyal friend to those who are friends to me. (In the Forest or Petting Zoo)

Got's any orange pops???

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Then, my hilarious friend Ettarose at ettarose-edgeofsanity.com, gave a perfect answer, as far as her personality traits are concerned, although she doesn't match the physical description.

I think that I am an armadillo. I have a very hard shell on the outside, but inside I am really a softy.

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My next comment is from my friend Sue at Farvel Cargo who recalled a scary memory when answering, but she played along anyway. Now, that is a pal...thanks Sue...here's her comment~



OMG! This makes me remember when I was in 8th grade at Catholic Religion class we had to pick a name out of a hat, go around the table and tell everyone what animal the person we drew out reminded us of. I got stuck with the meanest girl in the class. The only thing that went through my mind was, "I'm going to get my butt kicked in religion class." I can't even remember what anyone thought I was, I was too busy looking to the nearest exit!


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Great job, ya'll~ :))

Thanks for the laughs and support~ This was a fun question. Huge hug~

Hello, and welcome to the 42nd Tuesday's Question! Tuesday's Question is A Nice Place In The Sun's way of sharing weekly link love, getting to know my readers and introducing bloggers to other bloggers. I think it is a personal way of learning about other bloggers, much like writing a blog review but with the blogger participating on a more personal level. Because you learn more about the person behind a blog by asking questions that connect people to each other. All participates answers/comments are posted within the Tuesday's Question post on the same day, along with a link to their site, however, you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will publish them as well along with your name~

In addition, every participate is welcome to a Tuesday's Question Brag Badge posted with a code in my sidebar. The Brag Badge in your sidebar gives your visitors the opportunity to read the archived Tuesday's Questions posts with your past comments. In any event, whether you are participating or reading I thank you for stopping by to visit. Answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the bloggers who commented, therefore, don't forget to visit the participating blogger's blogs. Chances are if you like their comments you will like their blogs. Have Fun, and remember Tuesday's Question is a weekly post with weekly link love, reader participation, and original questions. Special thanks to my regular Tuesday's Question participates and friends who breath life into Tuesday's Question each week- Thank you~ (you know who you are.)

Now, for this Tuesday's Question, When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?

Before he pecked me
And after...poor thing...





When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?

An example would be sticking your finger inside a penguins cage at the zoo. When my son was small, I took him to the zoo, and the first birds we saw were penguins. I was surprised when we saw them because I never knew how adorable they were in person. I mean, this was the first time I saw penguins up close, so without thinking, I put my finger through the bars of the cage to pet one. Which sadly, ended in disappointment for both me and the penguin, the penguin because I didn't taste like a cookie or cracker, and me because I had a puncture wound on my finger. I have a before and after picture of the penguin taking a bite of my finger above.

Nevertheless, did you know that penguins have razor sharp teeth?


Anyway, this is just one of my many impulsive acts, so do not feel shy about answering this question. I know most of us usually grow out of acting impulsively by the time we reach adulthood, but I'm still learning...


Therefore, please feel free to comment- When was the last time you impulsively did something foolish?





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My first comment is from one of my dearest friends, Sandee at Comedy Plus, who is also one of the blogger's I wrote about who breaths air into Tuesday's Question, She deserves a metal for her friendship to me, and her loyalty to Tuesday's Question, not to mention her spectacular comments. If you haven't visited her blog yet, and you want to be sure and laugh everyday click on the link to Comedy Plus. Sandee is a blogger who does not let her readers down. Thanks again Buddy for another terrific comment.

I don't need to write anymore, Sandee's comment will speak for itself:


In my younger years I could have written a book on the impulsive and foolish things I did, but I'll stick with my older years.

In the early 90s I took a trip to Mexico with a girlfriend for a week of fun in the sun. Well, little did I know that I was going to be approached to hear the sales pitch for buying a timeshare.

Yep, they got me and I decided to buy a timeshare and that way I could have all this fun every single year. It turned into a nightmare.

I never got a bill, but they certainly took my down payment. There wasn't anyone to talk to because they were in Mexico and I was here in California. It was almost a year before I connected with someone in Omaha, Nebraska that could help me.

Keep in mind that I hadn't paid the monthly payment on this timeshare because no one ever sent me a bill. Then they started threatening me because I hadn't paid all year. Hello you morons...I never got a bill.

It took what seemed like forever and I finally got a portion of my money back. The peso was very depressed from the time of purchase to the time they refunded me my down payment. I lost about 500.00 on the deal and never saw the timeshare at all.

Foolish? Very and when anyone says anything about a timeshare, I run the other way. Especially if it's in another country. Pain in rear to say the least.

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I received another comment from another best buddy and loyal Tuesday's Question commenter, Dawn from Twisted Sister
Here's another blogger whose blog who must read if you haven't already. Dawn's comment is priceless...

Would you like the long list or the short one? LOL Just kidding :)

I once posted a very angry rant. It was stupid but it was an impulse. I regretted it deeply. I didn't name any names but a lot of bloggers thought it was directed at them when in fact it was someone in my personal life.

I now live by the rule: Post in haste - Repent at leisure.

Have a great day Annie :)

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I don't know what I would do without my buddies who always stop to answer Tuesday's Question. Here's an hilarious comment from another pal, Maunie at Maunie's World Maunie's World is Maunie's new blog and it's well written, pretty, and fun, so be sure and pay her a visit. Here's Maunie's comment~


I can't tell you when I have not acted impulsively..one thing does
stand out, when my younger son was
ten he had behaved so well in school for a week I told him I would take he and a friend to the circus...he envited six friends...not wanting to disappoint any of the boys I took them all. The headache that ensued
was bad enough...never mine the money...now I say disappoint...they will get over it...you may not make it.

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My next comment is from the Queen of Bloggingham Palace, and the author of Peace Globes, Mimi at Mimi Writes

While I love adventure, I am not typically an impulsive person and while I really like this ,I respectfully reserve the right as the Queen to refrain from answering the question. Ahem....

I did want to thank you for displaying the BlogBlast countdown. Very nice of you. I have found several who've already done so and will post a public thanks this evening.
Again, thank you.
I am thrilled to see these everywhere.

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The next comment is from my dear friend Eric from The Speedcat Hollydale Page
His comment is so funny, I laughed out loud... If you haven't visited Eric/Speedy's blog, do yourself a favor and follow this link.

Ann, I think almost everything I do is impulsive! Sometimes this gets me into trouble, but I have always been a fly by the seat of my pants type of person. Never was one for regiment and agenda.

This probably will not be as funny as it was "live", but it is the first thing that popped into my head .......

"The whole family was out to dinner at one of those all you can eat buffets. It was not very busy, and the servers sometimes would disappear for a moment or two.
My dad said he wanted to get some of the roast, but the carver was not there. I told him that they told me to just help yourself, and cut off what you wanted.
Off he went, and I instructed everyone at the table to watch what happened next.
He grabbed the knife, and started to whittle away at the meat ... shortly after the manager came running out and told him the he should not be doing this. His eyes looked back to me immediately! Of course, we all had a huge smile and then the table broke out in laughter. I think he was mad at me (at first) but returned to slap me on the shoulder and say, I should have known.

I have this best friend type of relationship with dad. My day of retribution will be soon at hand. Ha haaa!!!

P.S ... Not sure how to spell "retribution" Is that right ?? Please fix that if you post this :-)

My song today is "Fly me to the Moon". Just watched it at my blog again after seeing you on the chatbox.

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Then, Speedy is such a good friend, he came back and gave me a tip about the Queen...Shhhh

I saw Mimi let a few people out of the meme dungeon on a whim once. She did not know I was looking.

They just do not make too many friends like Speedy anymore. Although, I suspect that The Queen of Bloggingham Palace has much compassion. Its just a hunch.


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My next comment made me wet my pants~ I'm not kidding...It's from Ettarose at ettarose-edge of sanity

Annie, I don't always participate but when I do I enjoy myself.The worst thing I ever did was once at a seminar, I spoke out loud that men were so lucky (that was our question, why men were so lucky) because they had a penis. Now I know what I meant, I mean this is a business world folks. Little did I know I had to repeat this whole speech in front of the company President. I did get a caricature done of me chasing a man with fist raised.

Readers/Bloggers comments are posted after the main post with a link to their blogs~

This group of Tuesday's Question Participates had some interesting opinions about whether we're born to fulfill a destiny. What do you think?
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Hello, and welcome to the 38th Tuesday's Question posted on A Nice Place In The Sun. All participates answers will be posted today in this very post along with a link to their site, but you don't have to own a blog to participate. All you have to do is write your answer in comments and I will do the rest~

All participates are welcome to a Tuesday's Question Brag Badge posted with a code in the sidebar. The Brag Badge gives you the opportunity to bring your visitors to archived Tuesday's Questions where you can show off your ingenuity in past comments

Whether you are participating or reading I thank you for stopping by for a visit. Answers will be posted as quickly as possible throughout the day with a link to the bloggers who commented, therefore, don't forget to visit the participating bloggers blogs. Chances are if you liked their comments you will like their blogs. Have Fun, and remember Tuesday's Question is a weekly post of original questions, well, questions off the top of my head anyway. ~
My answer: When I was in the first grade I remember staring at the word author in a book we were reading. I don't know how to explain how I knew, but I knew I would write books or be a writer some day.

I remember it like it was yesterday, because I didn't want to write books; I wanted to be a veterinarian.


I've heard others say the same thing about their professions. An old friend of mine used to say she knew she would be a doctor. We've known each other since childhood, and all she did was talk about becoming a physician, the opposite of me, who avoided a scholarship to study English Literature at L.S.U.

Anyway over the years, my friend and I took many twists and turns that were taking us down an altogether different highway. I never dreamed that she would make it through medical school, or that I would live to write about anything. But she did become a doctor and I continued to turn down the wrong roads for awhile, until something miraculous happened- I grew up- and turned down the highway that brought me back to my passion- writing.

I took many chances and made some major mistakes that kept me away from writing for a long time. Although, I always wrote something down on paper, I didn't understand that what I was doing meant something deeper. And I didn't appreciate the gift I'd been given or what it meant... I had short stories, magazine articles, poems etc, stashed away in dusty piles in my mother antic-

In closing, I believe we are born with a destiny and as time marches on we either bump into it by accident, friendship, or opportunity.

It is up to us to keep our eyes open for the signs that help us make the right choices. Because fulfilling a destiny is what many call the road less traveled- if you're following the road your authentic self should be traveling, it will be a challenging, if not rewarding experience. However, if it's easy and comfortable, something is wrong with the road you're on - and you need to turn around~

Now, it's your turn: Is it determined before we are born what we will contribute to the world, or is it left up to chance?

My first comment is from my dear friend Dawn at Twisted Sister


"I don't know how to explain how I knew, but I knew I would write books or be a writer some day."

These kind of statements have always fascinated me because I have never felt that in my life. I often wonder why some people know what their calling is while others of us have no clue.
I missed the boat on this one Ann! If I'm here to fulfill some kind of destiny then I wish someone would let me in on the secret :D
I think this is one of your best questions so far... I only wish I could have answered it!

June 24, 2008 4:49 PM

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Next, another great friend Ferd from The Best Parts
gave a very well-written and articulate response:

I don't believe there is a pre planned destiny. But I know that each of us is blessed with a set of skills and talents, and cursed with a set of character defects. None of us are perfect. And then there are the factors of the family and socioeconomic conditions into which we are born, providing us with nurturing and opportunities or lack thereof. What we do with our lives comes out of all this.

As we develop as people, and come into our own, we do stuff. This stuff we do affects other people, in good ways and in bad. We do have a lot of choice in that matter. The facts and consequences of these actions become our "destiny."

I do hope that wasn't just a bunch of BS. I read it over and it sounds a little weird. I almost deleted it, but here goes.

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Then, Dawn remembered that she did look for her destiny once:

Ann,
I often thought I must have hidden talents and I just need to find them... but I didn't have a map!
You're not the only one who wasn't born to perform brain surgery.LOL!

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Then, my other dear friend Sandee at Comedy Plus gave us her opinion and another well-written perspective:

I think I was destined to have each different position that I had through the years and would grow to the end of that and realize that there was more that I could or needed to do.

When I was a waitress I thought that was the best job ever. Then I ran cocktails and that was even better. Then I was a bartender and I thought that would be my last job. Of course it wasn't, but you get the idea.

The last 25 of my working years I was truly doing what I was meant to do. So yes, I do think destiny plays a part in what you end up doing. There are many jobs, but when you find what you love destiny has shined on you. :)

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Hello, and welcome to my weekly feature entitled Tuesday's Question. Again, I apologize for posting the question this late in the day. I'm wrestling with some computer problems (that calf) that I hope to tie up soon. That is, when I understand what in the world in going on. I write a post and it disappears-forever- I've also had a few e-mails disappear- Although, my adviser assures me that it's probably the calf shutting something off again- therefore, we have nothing to worry about. Because once we diagnose the problem it will be up hill from there, and we can put this problem out to pasture.

Now finally, with that out of the way and most of the day behind us, let's answer Tuesday's Question. I will have my comments unmoderated and I will post your comments with a link to your blog throughout this evening and tomorrow.

Thanks to all of you for having the patience of a Saint~


What Activity Was The Most Difficult for you to Learn In Childhood?

An example, and my answer: Learning how to Jump Rope

Before entering the second grade, I remembered begging God to help me learn three things before I finished the school year. I wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, swim, and jump rope. These three tasks seemed impossible to master and I never thought I would learn them, plus other children made it worse. Particularly the kids who were proficient at playing reindeer games- My inability to master these goals made me ashamed around other kids at school and at home...



One time, I told a bully at school, Gracie Buckethead (I change names to protect the innocent) that I did know how to jump rope, and she said,

"Well Ann, if you do know how to jump rope then you shouldn't have a problem jumping rope with us at recess tomorrow, right? "

To which I replied, "That's right."

Then Buckethead added, "And if you can't jump rope, then you will agree to eat dirt?"

"Of course," I said, " Now, would I agree to do that if I couldn't actually jump rope? I don't think so..." I said, trying to steady my shaking hand on my hip.



Consequently, I had a really bad stomach ache that evening and couldn't go to school the next day- although I did eat dirt the next day. And to my surprise, this saga had a happy ending- one of the little boys who saw me eating dirt, (well, everyone did) gave me his ID Bracelet. (That meant we were going together)

Hence, that action put a dent in Miss Buckethead's plan, because everyone forgot about the dirt and ran over to see my ID bracelet. The boy who gave me the bracelet was my first Boyfriend Dexter, the boy many of you have heard me write about before- he was so cool~

However, he wanted his bracelet back the next day, because his Dad gave it to him for his birthday. He was just trying to help a friend out of a jam.

Now, it's your turn~

What Activity Was The Most Difficult for you to Learn In Childhood?

My first comment was from my dear friend and dedicated Tuesday's Question Pro, Sandee from Comedy Plus.

"I was raised on a farm and being the oldest everything was difficult to learn as a kid. Bucking hay was a challenge. Building a loafing shed was a challenge. Learning my multiplication tables was a challenge. I learned everything the hard way. Why? I just don't know. My father just expected me to be born a boy and that just didn't happen. In fact it was the third and last child that was a boy and that was some nine years after me.

So, everything was difficult. I hated growing up on a farm until I was much older and then I realized that all the really hard things I'd already done. It made my adult life so much easier. In other words...I was very fortunate to be raised on a farm. Have a great day all. Big hug and lotsa lovies Ann. :)"

June 17, 2008 4:46 PM

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And the next comment is from another dear, dear friend, and supporter of Tuesday's Question, Dawn, from Twisted Sister

"Well I guess I would have to say swimming... my fear of water has been a big problem all my life. I was still in the kiddie pool while my friends were in the big kids pool!
Good question Ann!"

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My next comment is from Arv, at ...on the Wall

Hello Ann,

nice post. For me it was swimming but then we didnt have many swimming pools around back then :)

Have a nice day... Cheers...

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Next is my good friend Maunie at Mauniejames3 and Spring Wonderful spring

Hello Ann,
Hmm the hardest thing for me was to keep quiet while the teacher was speaking...it's still hard for me today.
My Dad and I lived with a aunt for a couple of years while my father was building a new house (my Mom and sister were living in another city)
So, my Aunt helped me read when I was quite young, and no one showed me how to be patient.
I was the center of attention with two aunts and an uncle and my father doting on me all the time..
(the poor child needs her mother)
Not so much..
I still have a problem and I am trying to correct it..I always feel whatever someone eles is speaking about, my take on it is much more important..there I said it..I should wear duct tape on my mouth.
How on earth can I learn to just be quiet while others are speaking.
It's so funny...I remembwer almost day to day occurances while I lived there...yet most of the rest of my childhood is a blur...

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My next comment is from Ferdc from Crazy Medical Cases, a Crazy well written and entertaining Medblog full of interesting medical cases. Ferd is also the author of The Best Parts
Both blogs are great reads~


I think the hardest thing for me was simply learning how to fit in. We moved from Mexico to the USA, then back to Mexico, then back to the USA when I was in grade school. There was a lot of culture shock, language barriers, cliques, girls, you name it. A lot to get used to and I remember it as stressful.
Much later in life I learned through my MBTI that I am an introvert, and that explained a lot.
I eventually got along alright. And I now know that a lot of people have that same feeling of not fitting in. So I don't really feel bad about it, I just remember it was hard at the time.

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Another great comment from Confused at Black Tie and Sneakers who had to get a little help from Mom~ Thanks Mom

this was long ago so I had to ask my dear mother bless her soul..apparently it was behaving..:))

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My next comment is from Chelle at It Might Be Love who had the same fears I did:

For me it was learning to ride a bike and swim. Where I lived we had no good places for riding a bike (it was all hilly!) and I was afraid of falling & getting hurt (this was before bike helments were popular)

Swimming was hard for me too since we didn't have a pool or know anyone who did so I didn't go swimming enough to learn. Finally in high school they made us all swim and while I hated every second of it I finally got the hang of it.

Great question - hope you get your computer problems resolved soon!

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What is the weirdest situation you've ever been in or strangest place you've ever visited?

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Hello, and welcome to another Tuesday's Question, although I know it's Wednesday- I apologize for yesterdays inconvenience, and I hope you're back today. I usually work on my novel in the morning, and post Tuesday's Question later, that is, after I've racked my brain a few hours. Although, since I missed yesterday, (due to the calf) I'm writing on my blog in the morning, and you know I feel a little out of sorts, but it's a nice feeling of displacement, like I've just rearranged the furniture or something.

Which brings me to the topic of this Tuesday's Question, which is, What Is The Weirdest Situation You've Ever Been In Or Strangest Place You've Ever Visited?

Because the question suggests feeling out of sorts. Although it's the kind of "out of sorts" or unfamiliarity you feel when you're in a weird situation or in a strange place. The "This is weird and I don't know what to do" kind of feeling, that suddenly makes you wish you had a compass or had paid attention in Indian Guides, but it's too late. Yep, it's just you and the weirdness, knowing you will laugh about it later, but that nothing can help you in the meantime...


Here's the weirdest situation I've ever been in, although I've also witnessed some strange places, but this is by far the weirdest predicament:

It's a situation I found myself in with my maternal grandmother years ago...

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"Ann! Is that you I hear? Or Stuart?"

"Tell her it's you" my brother whispered, as we made our way up the steps and through the door to her porch.

"I heard you Stuart" my grandmother said from her favorite chair on the front porch.

"Oh, hey Nana, we thought-"

"I was inside" my grandmother said finishing his sentence."

"What's this "we" I interjected.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ann"

"Yes you do, you told Nana that "we" thought she was inside, when I was smiling at her. Isn't that right Nana?" I laughed. My grandmother Nana smiled back at me.

"Yep, whatever you say Ann. I thought your back was bothering you?"

"It is. Mainly, when I pick Taylor up, but it's o.k.," I said, as my brother walked past us to bring my grandmothers groceries inside.


"Well, that baby is getting too big for you to lug around all day. But, I think I found something that will help your back, so I ordered it from a magazine at the beauty parlor. It's a back massager and it just came in the mail the other day. I think it will do wonders for your back, come and see." My grandmother said as she crossed the front porch to go inside the house.

I dutifully followed her, playfully hitting my brother as he passed my grandmother and I in the living room, before going to sit on the front porch.

"Come on honey and follow me" she said, so I followed her into her bedroom.




When I saw my grandmothers "massager" I think I swallowed my tongue and I know my face was turning different shades of purple, but she didn't notice, she was too excited about her accomplishment. And I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was a massager alright, but not for backs....

Then, she said as she was taking the wrapping off, "Let's go into the living room and I'll massage your back on the couch."


O.K. I had recovered my tongue the first time, but this time I believed I swallowed it forever, or bit it because it was too thick for me to talk. I could see my brother walking back and forth on the porch, so I tried to get his attention, but it seemed impossible. Although, because it was summertime, the windows and drapes were open, so I keep talking out loud, saying things like, "Nana, are you sure this massager is used for backs? I mean, isn't it shaped kind of funny? I've never seen a massager shaped like this, I mean it looks, well, it looks like a banana."

That's when I knew my brother was ease dropping because he started laughing after he heard my description of the novelty my grandmother picked up from a magazine. And unfortunately, she didn't see the correlation between my hesitation to have a back massage and my brothers hilarity.

"Oh for Pete's Sake, just sit down Ann, it's not going to hurt. For crying out loud, I was thinking of you, and you aren't the slightest bit grateful, just sit still"

(More laughter from my brother)


So there I sat, tied to a stake, and listening to the hum of the motor as my grandmother manipulated the massager across my back. But, at least I had the added benefit of my brother's laughter from the front porch to entertain me. He kept pretending he was on the phone, and of course my grandmother was too busy playing Chiropractor to notice.

She keep asking me, "Now, how does it feel? Does it feel better here or here?" at which point my brother would burst into hysterics, because I could see him, and she couldn't.

I can still see his head bobbing up and down behind the window from bending over in laughter. This made it more difficult for me not to laugh, although at the same time I felt bad for her, so I never told her the truth about her beloved discovery.

My family hid the massager from her because she would bring it out to show people from time to time. The last time I saw it she was showing it to a home health nurse who helped me hide it again.

My grandmother was a bright intellect woman all her life, even when she got older. She was a retired social worker, who managed three acres and reared two children on her own. She just didn't know that kind of massager existed, and if she did, she wouldn't have expected to see it advertised in a magazine. In addition, telling her was not an option. My grandmother was a proper southern lady with nothing but dignity and guts, therefore we kept her secret safe within our southern haven- until now- So shhh... In any event, it was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me.

The things we do for family.


Now it is your turn ladies and gents, What Is The Weirdest Situation You've Ever Been In Or Strangest Place You've Ever Visited?


Remember, I will post your comments throughout the day and into the evening. I have to go and wrestle the calf that keeps pestering me into a stall where he belongs and I have a doctors appt. today. But I will leave my comments unmoderated, and will read and posts your comments as soon as I return. All of you mean a lot to me, and I love reading what you write each week. (you know who you are) Please excuse my absence yesterday and being in and out so much today. I appreciate your patience.


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My first commenter is from a dear friend and skilled professional at Tuesday's Question is Sandee from Comedy Plus.

Okay, I've had a very boring life because nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind. Just nothing. I did love your story though. Now that is rich. Have a great day Ann. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)

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And my next comment came from another dear friend and skilled professional, Dawn at Twisted Sister.

LOL... no way can I beat that story!
Your poor grandmother!
I guess the strangest place I ever visited was my first time at my grandmother's house.
I was a city kid and had never seen anything like it... it was very old fashioned with a wood stove and even had an outhouse out back. There was a daybed in the kitchen and a rocking chair. My grandmother would sit next to the stove rocking and knitting. It wouldn't seem strange to me now, but I was 11 years old the first time I saw it... and I thought it was pretty weird!

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Hello, And Welcome To Tuesday's Question

Hey diddle, diddle
The cat and the fiddle.
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such a sport
and the dish ran away with the spoon.


Hey Diddle, Diddle, my son's favorite nursery rhyme, was playing in my head when I woke up this morning. This rhyme reminds me of all the unpredictable and humorous moments in life- the kind of moments I usually have in the morning. Because in the morning when I'm barely conscious, I try to perform tasks my mind and body are incapable of grasping, that is, until I have a few cups of coffee.

This morning was pretty nice except, I had another attack of writer's block concerning Tuesday's Question. And then, I thought of the nursery rhyme and it hit me, why not ask you, "What Was The Worst Morning Of Your Life? Or the most unpredictable?


My answer is an excerpt of a post I wrote about one of my worst mornings in August of 2007. Hence, if you're a new reader, you can click on this link to read the whole story about that morning, or just get the idea of the ending from this excerpt.

Here it is, and then, it will be your turn...your answers will be posted today and tomorrow due to my tardiness.

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My most unpredictable Morning linked here

My cat, Simon, insists on eating the instant I open my eyes, so this morning I climbed from my uncomfortable bed and delivered Mr. narcissism his breakfast. I fumbled around in the kitchen, my eyes barely focused, and my mind in a dreamy haze, searching for the cat’s breakfast, and listening to his chorus of, MEOW, MEOW, and MEOW. Why do cats pretend you cannot hear their loud meowing instructions? They just keep meowing when you are moving as fast as you can, which I was doing while trying to remember what I keep forgetting at the grocery store.

Hence, there I was moving as fast as I could when I sliced the top of my right hand, spooning the contents from the bottom of a cat food can.

I saw the blood before my brain could register the pain, so I didn't panic, I just stared at the back of my hand thinking about the rest of my day. I ran to the bathroom and put my hand under cool running water, thinking about my immediate future as I watched the blood wash away.




Mothers cannot have cuts on the top of their hands, we simply do not have the luxury of an injury, even a small injury. Families depend on Mom in special ways, even Mom's with adult children. (empty nest syndrome sufferers.)

Consequently, I envisioned my whole house of cards tumbling down, and my family crumbling to pieces, all because of a small cut on the back of my hand.

After running cold water on the cut, to stop the bleeding, I searched the medicine cabinet with my left hand for a band-aid, but I could not find one...

While frantically searching the cabinet with my good hand, I tried to move the injured hand away from the running water, but the bleeding was profuse, so I quickly put it back under the cool water splashing out of the bathroom faucet. I couldn't believe I was stuck at the mercy of my of my bathroom faucet, just because I couldn’t find a band-aid.

And I still could not remember what I keep forgetting at the grocery store, whereas, I clearly remembered what it was the night before...what an unpredictable morning.


To my regular readers: Do you remember the name of this post?

And to all of you, What was your worst or most unpredictable morning?


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The first comment I received from this question really touched me.

It's from my dear friend Sandee at Comedy Plus

As soon as I saw this question I remember the worst morning of my entire life. It was September 11, 2001. I remember getting out of the shower and turning on the television to catch the morning news before I went to work. I couldn't believe the images that I saw. It just couldn't be. This cannot be real. Someone is playing an awful joke.

Hubby was still in the shower and I told him what was happening and he just stared at me for the longest time. He quickly got out of the shower and we both dressed as we watched the horror unfold.

I was the commander of the Honor Farm that housed around 300 male inmates. Most of these inmates were on work details all over the county. I remember calling the Operations Sergeant and having him pull all the inmates back in to the farm. We just didn't know what else may happen.

I remember going to a meeting with all the rest of the managers and the Sheriff that afternoon and I was still in a fog. I think we all were. We needed to brief the Sheriff on our resources and contingency plans in the event we suffered the same on the West coast. We knew what we needed to do, but we were in disbelief none-the-same.

Of all the many weird mornings that I've experienced, 911 is hands down the worst morning of my entire life. Those photographs and news footage will forever be part of my being. Bless all the families that suffered such loss of family, friends and co-workers.

~Stunning post Sandee, thank you~
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You know, I'm going to have to be careful about who follows me on Tuesday's Question.

Because the first two comments I've received are so articulately written, it makes me look kind of like a silly chump.

In next comment Ferdc at Crazy Medical Cases writes about an interesting and unexpected morning from his childhood, in a stylish prose that pulls you in for more. Just read this:



My response is more in the "unpredictable" category, and I have been thinking about this because my father and I just reminisced about it the other day.

Most of our extended family live in Mexico City. I remember the day my grandfather died. I was awakened with the bad news very early in the morning, having no idea I would not see a bed or sleep again for the next 48 hours. As they do not embalm in Mexico, the deceased person is buried within a day's time. Between the death and the burial is a real wake, all day and all night, as family gathers from wherever they might be. Well, we were in Toledo, Ohio. My father told us he was finding a flight and leaving right away. I told him I wanted to go with him, and so I did. A few hours later we were on a plane in Detroit. A few hours after that, I was in a funeral home in Mexico City. From then on, I was with my cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. for the rest of the day and all night. We cried, we laughed, we caught up, we told old stories. The following morning, with everyone finally gathered, we left for the burial site, in another city. It was a horrible, memorable event, especially watching my father weeping as he literally shoveled dirt into my grandfather's grave. Perhaps this was all the more emotional because we were plain exhausted by that time. We eventually made it back to Mexico City, settled into more conversation, until we all collapsed, about 2 days from the onset of this trip.

Yep, I think this qualifies as one of the most unpredictable days of my life.

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My next comment is from my dear friend Speedy at Speedcat Hollydale Page

Another excellent answer as well as example of good writing...thanks Speedy...

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The worst?? I can think of the saddest ... but I would rather go with "worst".
I woke up to find myself burried under 5 feet of snow! This was an important day, and I needed to get on the road. There was no plow in the parking lot, and the only way to get to the road was shovel. I shoveled for 4 1/2 hours to get my car out. Of course, me being me, I tried to do a half hazzard job and just got stuck ... once, twice, three times. It seemed I had used my last bit of strength, and was covered in sweat as the cold winds blew on my face as the victory moment occured. The plow also came at that very moment, and did what I did in 15 minutes. I could have just waited.
This blizzard was on Halloween night in 1992 in Minnesota. Ask anyone from this area about that storm, and they will have a similar story to tell as well!

Hello, and welcome to Tuesday's Question. I'm sorry it's so late in the day, but because I want to keep Tuesday's Question original, the train doesn't always come in on time- meaning, I had to push the big writers block out of my way- so please forgive my tardiness and enjoy this weeks inquiry into your lives. (the picture to your right is Speedy in disguise)


What physical characteristics would you use to tell a fellow blogger picking you up at the airport how to find you without the benefit of a sign?

What about you would stand out in addition to your eye and hair color? What type of clothing would you be wearing? What kind of disguise will you use? For example, how would I know it was you reading this? (And I know a lot of you) Would you be the blue- eyed brown-haired man with a yellow hat holding a monkey? No, that's Curious George's father, and I would know Curious George's father, but how would I know my blogging buddies?...Sandee? Bud? Dawn? Misty? Speedy? Maunie Ferdc?
Aussie?


In addition, what if I sent someone in my place to pick you up, how would I describe you to them?

Here’s how you would know it is me: I’m 5’7 with light brown hair and green eyes.I would be wearing big sunglasses, like Jackie-O's that I never take off when the sun is out. (My friends laugh at my glasses but I will still have them on if the sun is out)

I’m not fat or skinny and I’ll have on blue jeans and tennis shoes, (converse high top/ pink in color) Also look for a big straw hat with a big daffodil stuck in the side. (That way you’ll really know it’s me, well… that and the shoes.)

If you think you've spotted me, be sure and shout my name, because it may appear as though I have my head in the clouds, when in fact, I will be searching for directions on the airport signs.

Because, I can’t see where I’m going behind the Jackie O’s and my purse will be falling off my shoulder as I try to keep up with where I am…

Oh, and my sense of direction is not so hot, so I might not be where we said we would meet…hence the daffodil.

Now, how will I know it’s you?

The First Blogger's comment has been published:

From my wonderful friend Dawn at Twisted Sister
(who I think I would accidentally run over, otherwise I think I could find her :)


Hilarious! I could actually see you!
You would know it's me because I'd probably be the smallest person in the airport! Seriously... 5ft 2" with reddish blond hair and blue eyes... about 105lbs. I'd be dressed in jeans for comfort and if that's not enough to find me... I guess I would have to carry a sign for back up!

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And another esteemed colleague as well as great friend tells us how to find her at the airport.

Sandee from Comedy Plus

Wow, this one is more difficult. What we think we are may not be so. Requires honesty.

I'm 5'8" tall and in my mid 50s. Don't look for gray hair as I cover that up. Look for short sandy blond hair with blonder streaks. Check my nails and toes as they will both be done in French style or pink and whites.

Don't look for designer clothing because you will miss me altogether. Jeans, sandals and a polo shirt is my favorite clothing. I wear glasses all the time and if I don't I won't ever find you.

I'm neither skinny or fat either and wear a size 12. My eyes are blue and I never wear lipstick. I wear a gold wedding band and no other jewelery. I have a pretty good tan right now so look for that California girl (old lady) tan. In the summer my polo shirts usually have something to do with boating, so look for Delta Marina Yacht Club or Anewatee (name of our boat) and you've found me.

I'm not much of a smiler, but I'm friendly. I will make direct eye contact with you at some point as that is just me. I will be focused on finding you and will make every effort to do that in the least amount of time.

If all else fails I will be the one with the handsome husband with a full head of white hair. He's 6'2" and slender. He has a matching gold wedding band and also wears glasses. We usually wear matching polo shirts so that should make us easy to find. Mostly he's spotted long before I am. Well, if a woman is waiting for me to find them that is.

Great question Ann. Had to really critique myself for this one. Have a great day. Big hug. :)

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This next comment is from FeeFiFoto at FeeFiFoto Blog


What fun! I'd describe myself this way:

Blue eyes; short, curly, sandy hair; slim; somewhat funky wire rimmed glasses. I'll be easy to recognize as the one staring down at my feet to make sure I don't trip over anything.

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After reading FeeFiFoto's comment I thought about how myself, Dawn, Sandee and her husband, and FeeFiFoto would find each other in the airport. Well, actually Sandee and her husband would find Dawn, FeeFiFoto, and me rolled into one...That is, after I've plowed over Dawn from looking upward and Dawn and I crash into FeeFiFoto looking downward....

Yes, it seems we're doing a fine job so far of finding each other in an airport- (Thanks of course to Sandee and her husband.)



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The next comment is from Robert at Roberts Road a dear friend and great poet, who even has a book out, so check out his blog linked above for more info...in the meantime for all of you fans out there, here's how you can spot him in the airport:


I;m easy to pick out..six one and I will have a red baseball hat on..my pic is the profile so It would be easy..just look for the fashion disaster leaning against the concrete pillar...:)))

May 27, 2008 6:42 PM

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The next comment is from Ferdc a blogger with some hilarious stuff going on and good blogging friend from Crazy Medical Cases

Oh boy. Too much honesty around here. You know, Annie, that's why God made avatars, so we don't have to answer these questions! ; )

I am healthy looking 53 y/o, 5'8", of medium athletic build, with thinning dark hair which I don't color, brown eyes, and if you're picking me up during the day, I'm likely to have sunglasses on top of my head. Traveling, I'll probably have my tan teardrop man-purse over my right shoulder. I'll have jeans on, and either a polo shirt or some other casual shirt. I'll probably look happy and relaxed, as I always do when I travel, which I love to do.

Like Sandee said, if I'm with my spouse, you'll notice her first. Princess Gail has blonde hair and a regal demeanor. All eyes, men's and women's, are usually on her wherever we go. Hey, maybe that's why I'll look happy!

Okay, so where are we all meeting? ; )

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I'm glad that both Ferdc and Robert showed up (although Robert could've been a "fashion disaster leaning against the concrete pillars" because they could help untangle Dawn, FeeFiFoto, and I, and Ferdc had a good idea- that if we ever decide to meet at an airport, we should decide where in the airport to meet.
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Next, we heard from Speedcat Hollydale, at Speedcat Hollydale Page who didn't just send in a written description of himself, he sent in his disguise in a photo. I don't know what the rest of you bloggers and bloggettes think, but I think we could meet by a poster of this photo or just meet by Speedy dressed in his disguise as the poster.

Anyway, I posted the Speedcat's picture at the top of the post, so that in the off chance our little Fantasy Island Trip ever takes place, we'll have some ideas of what Speedy looks like...plus a possible place to meet. You know a familiar face-
(Also, shhh....but I read that Speedy is running for senator so check out his link)

Here's Speedy's first, I mean second comment he posted with his photo. It said My Look Alike (the disguise) with the photo:
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My Look Alike

he heeee


Here's Speedy's first comment:

Well, I look just like Tom Selleck, except not that good lookin, with less hair!

This strikes me as funny, because my photo gets plastered all over everywhere. I could just say, "Google Speedcat" ... and you would able to find me easily ~ that or look for a shoe made by PUMA.

6' 1", 240 pounds, brownish hair, beard, moustache, walks like a cowboy with slightly bowed legs, talking to himself or singing, wears glasses but looks over them when speaking to someone. Smiles at EVERYONE.

That's me

SpeedyCat Hollydale!

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And of course my dear friend Maunie, who thought I forgot about posting her comment, although I asked her in the post to come and tell me what she would look like...

I think Maunie and I would run into each other too...(smile)

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Anyway, Mauniejames has many blogs, so I decided to link toSpring Wonderful Spring for this comment:

Hey Anne,
You would know me anywhere..I am constantly smiling..at anyone and everyone..I'm sort of medium..five foot six with redish hair or some shade of red I have been wearing for almost 40 years...

I used to be so stylish but if I am traveling I would not feel comfortable wearing my usual jeans and shirt..I may dress up in slacks and a nice top..with loafers and my real designer bag I bought at a thrift shop..

I wear glasses too and always wear my sun glasses when traveling..I will have Penny in her carrier and she is the most beautiful calico cat ever...I am NOT bringing hubby!

So look for a women with a big smile..light brown eyes..short red hair carring the worlds most beautiful cat...and of course, a
large plant of some sort because I love plants and try to get everyone into them..no big sign for me...I would know you anywhere..

Oh Yeah I love gold and will be wearing two earrings in each ear..
two necklaces and at least three gold bracelets..hubby is always telling me not to wear so much because the prices on gold have gone up so much that they could be stolen...oh yeah? just try it!!!

I love this one Ann...

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Here's another comment from Maunie and a link to MaunieJames3 a link to another blog James

Oh Ann...I did not see my comment or your answer...did you throw me away? I am really not that bad..okay now I'm starting to look just like my Mom but my youngest granddaughter looks sort of like me and she is beautiful..honest not that bad..I modeled a hundred years ago...really I'm still not bad and have great legs..just give me a chance Ann..you would like me I promise....you truly would...I like you!!!!!

May 28, 2008 8:49 AM


This is when I think she thought I threw her away. (LOL) Thank you Maunie~
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My next commenter is another friend I've known since I first started blogging.

Aussie at Aussie Cynic, which by the way is an hilarious and fun blog to visit.

oi Anne.......
you missed me... hehehhehe..
I would describe myself like this..
5'5" blonde (my hair will be messy because it flies away with the slightest breeze). I will be wearing jeans, and a long shirt, and will be the loud Aussie normally accompanied by hubby and daughter she has amber hair... I think you find us... but you would probably hear me coming long before you see me... hehehehehe

May 28, 2008 5:24 AM

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Thanks to everyone who participated in this Tuesday's Question, I laughed until tears rolled from my eyes. I think this question is the best one we've had so far and although it was a little hard to keep up, I enjoyed posting the comments as they came in or as close as I could get to when they were posted.

I will stop posting the comments for this Tuesday's Question at 6:00 pm central time today, which is Wednesday, but I hope you will still leave a comment, which everyone reads as well and I will reply too. But it's not 6:00 pm so I don't know what I'm blabbing about~ Until the next time...


Cheers~ Have fun~

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I just realized that I left out a comment by Marie, although I'm not sure which blog to link it to because the link didn't come through...the comment just said Marie.

Thank you Marie, and at least we will know how to find you when we leave for our trip~ I don't know how this turned into a trip, (-> :)) but at least we'll know how to find you at the airport.

Here's Marie's comment:

I'd tell them I will be wearing a red/yellow hat (something bright!) and a pink ribbon tied to my left arm (or something original, that not many people would be doing!). Hopefully then I'll stand out of the crowd.

And definitely an obvious meeting point would also help :)