That silly meme has gotten several hits by Google. I would have never guessed that using my name and the key words would bring people to this site. I see a few hits from the search engine each day. What in the world is someone else doing searching “liz eats” and “liz needs”? How many Liz bloggers are out there doing the same meme? There’s some weird stuff going on out there.
One old lady’s ramblings at the garage sale has me thinking. She said she was always told that she had rose-colored glasses, as if that was a bad thing. Better to be realistic according to her brother, she said. I’m not so sure. I began life like any child–wide-eyed, open, curious. My innocent look on life was shattered early, and I was one who only saw bad. Bad things, bad people. No way out. As a teenager, I considered myself a realist. Superior to those around me who saw only good things. Let’s be honest…a realist is just a glass-half empty person who think he/she is seeing things as they are. None of us see things as they are. I worked hard to be positive. It was a little like pretty icing on a mud pie. This lasted for years. Perhaps until my son was born. I know something shifted then. Now, I think having ros-colored glasses isn’t such a bad thing. Good for peace of mind. Yes, the world often seems nuts, crazy, insane even. But one person cannot fix it all. You can choose what you focus on and what you choose to fix, if that’s you’re thing.
I told the short elderly lady that I didn’t think rose-colored glasses were too bad after all.
You may wonder what she bought. She bought my extra copy of “Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life.” I think for grandkids. I can’t remember. It’s totally brilliant. The moment couldn’t be more perfect: to be discussing how one sees life with someone buying “The Meaning of Life.” Odd. Serendipitous.
There’s only one thing worse than going to garage sales and that’s having one. I spent my Saturday having a garage sale at someone else’s house. I got up early so I could be across town (takes 25 minutes) by 7 am. The set up took awhile. The tear down seemed to take longer. I got rid of some stuff, but since my friend didn’t place an ad like he said he would, most of my stuff didn’t get sold. Not one person came who could wear my clothes. Very few even looked at the boys clothes. Of course there were other helpers. There was A who couldn’t pick up dropped change because it might ruin her nails. Good grief! I just got a manicure, but I make sure that it’s done so I can use my hands. Long nails are so unpractical. I like to keep mine short. Not like hers were that long–she wasn’t wearing talons.
I did alright when it comes to making money on the sale, but I could have done so much better if an ad had been placed. I got rid of maybe a third of the stuff. I had hoped for a better sale, like the ones I’ve had before.
The people who come are crazy. I hardly think they know what things are worth. Amazing what people will ask for. There will be another one. Better be better than this one.
Late in the afternoon I was too tired to take advantage of my friend allowing my to put money from a sale in his pocket. I thought about it after. Mentioned it even. But my mind was elsewhere. He was too tired also. I think he appreciated the thought though.
I did manage to keep from getting sunburned–except for my feet and legs (front and back). How’s that for being brilliant. I started the day in jeans, but it got hot about mid-morning, so I changed into shorts and sandals. I didn’t get sunscreen on my feet or my legs. As the sunbrun develop, the pain sets in. Fun. I can sometimes get sun sickness. It’s a bit like the flu. Sucks.
I have to go out with another girl more often. Tonight I went out with a friend to dinner. We went to this Thai restaurant that I know nearby. The owner (?) sent us a free dessert. We were laughing and enjoying every minute. Service was great, and it wasn’t as busy as usual. It was a great night. Good food. Good conversation.
Really. Truly boring. Although I did notice a little birdy came by my blog who hasn’t visited in awhile. Perhaps tomorrow will give me some good blogging material. I will have to keep a look out. Tomorrow is garage sale day. Only thing I’m looking forward to is making some money. I’m not at all happy that it’s ruining my Friday night because I have to be across town before 6:30 am to set up. If I have to get up an hour a half earlier so I can be across town on time, there better be good blog material!
To my little birdy: posts get categorized according to my whims, thus if I want to hide posts in other categories, I do.
That would be my mind that is bugged. Not busy enough, so my mind buzzes with analyzing conversations, life, etc. It has gotten too noisy in here again. The seminar I have been complaining about is nearly over. It was boring at first. I was beyond it. Now the seminar finally caught up to where I’m at, and I think I’m going to miss it.
I got tagged over at Yoga Coffee Outlook. So how this works is you Google your first name and 8 different words. I highly recommend putting them in quotes like this: “Liz needs”. The 8 words are: needs, is, likes, wants, gets, says, does, and eats. Then enjoy what comes up on Google.
Here’s my morning entertainment all laid out for yours…
Liz needs… real love (no kidding!)
a MAN! (now how did they know that?)
needs to not keep candy on her desk (wow, seems they’ve been peeking into my office)
Liz is… working
Liz likes… it hot (hmm…wonder what “it” is?)
to talk (yes, I do)
In that search, I also got “Liz sizzles,” which is why quotes help.
Liz wants… to be on TV (well that depends. No way would I go on TV in one of those reality shows. Not even to get a man.)
Liz gets… a girlfriend (maybe I should reconsider the man)
lucky… with a Pressley (weird, but I’ll take lucky any day.)
Liz says… “Shawn Connery has absolutely the sexiest voice on the planet.” (don’t think so, but okay)
she can’t help it (help what?)
I’m amazing. (Oh, if only. Actually I know people who think I should say that or would at least agree.)
Liz does… some late night reading (all the time)
Liz eats… boys
balls (both titillating answers. Thank you Google for providing fantasies for me and anyone else who reads here.)
Tagging
I enjoy these little quizzes about personality, but how accurate are they? As part of a seminar, I have been interviewing people to find out how they see me. Everyone sees you differently. Some see you in similar ways…there’s often a common thread. However, I am either many different people or everyone has their own unique opinion. I used to be more introverted, and I can still be that way. I’m mostly in the middle of introverted/extroverted. I can be either one depending on the situation.
Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition |
 You are:A true wordsmith - a master of words Original, spontaneous, and a true inspiration Highly energetic, up for any challenge Entertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers |
Some experiments should never happen.
Ever seen a refrigerator like this? Even workplace refrigerators can get this disgusting.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there.
Also Happy Birthday to my son who is 15 today. Happy Birthday to Hamlet, the cat, who is 7 today.
