I've been on a reduced blog diet these past few days. I can't attest to any particular reason for it. I sure hope it's not anything contagious. I have found Friday Fragments slightly contagious. Why do we associate the word contagious always with bad things. Beautiful women can be contagious. (depending on your situation I guess that could be a bad thing)
Well browse over to Mrs. 4444's blog that hosts the weekly FF and let me know if you pick up anything.
Warning: The post you are about to read contains Lisleman's opinion. Facts are not actually fact checked. The opinions presented are not fully thought through. I don't know how to make a fricassee (I need spell check just to write it). Sometimes I sit on my ass too long and it shows. You got a problem with that? If so, move along there's nothing here for you to see.
Once again I've had my head up in the clouds (much much better having my head up somewhere else). I enjoy thinking. Now that sounds strange even as I write it. Duh, everyone likes to think - right? Well have you read the news or been on the road for more than a few minutes. There must be thousands out there not thinking at all.
I enjoyed up-in-the-clouds thinking before I had hair to match the clouds.
One thinking exercise I enjoy is thinking of a new creative title for my FF post. Here's one of my longest ones:
Well browse over to Mrs. 4444's blog that hosts the weekly FF and let me know if you pick up anything.
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| maybe a good cup of joe would help |
Once again I've had my head up in the clouds (much much better having my head up somewhere else). I enjoy thinking. Now that sounds strange even as I write it. Duh, everyone likes to think - right? Well have you read the news or been on the road for more than a few minutes. There must be thousands out there not thinking at all.
I enjoyed up-in-the-clouds thinking before I had hair to match the clouds.
One thinking exercise I enjoy is thinking of a new creative title for my FF post. Here's one of my longest ones:
fanciful fabricated fragments floating falsetto from farm boys
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| our commuter train |
While on the thinking subject, here's a fragment of a story. Our youngest daughter commutes to Chicago and typically takes the train. Since parking spots at the local train station must be inherited from a founding father she typically gets a ride from us.
So just the other day, I'm sitting at the train station waiting in the pick-up line. Two trains come and go. No passengers for me to collect. I text her wondering if it is a late train. I get a call from her. They (she was with a fellow commuter with who she shares rides) had missed the train station. Thinking also involves being aware of your surroundings. Not a big deal if the train had not been an express that skipped the next town (two stops). Now they were headed to the end of the line and I had not ever been to that train station. Luckily with the smartphone she was able to find the location of the station and call me back with directions. It ended up being about a 50-60 mile extra round trip. My first question when I picked them up was, "who was in charge of tracking the stations". I guess they both missed it. Not a big deal since it was my daughter's gas.
Monday was a great Veteran's Day for me. One of our teacher daughters had the day off and found out that Texas Roadhouse was offering free lunches for veterans. She picked me up and the two of us enjoyed a good lunch. It always feels good to be recognized for something good. The word had certainly got out because we had to wait for a table and most everyone appeared to have brought at least one vet with them.
Check out this SNL clip if you have not seen it yet. This parody of the fox song is better than the original fox song.
So just the other day, I'm sitting at the train station waiting in the pick-up line. Two trains come and go. No passengers for me to collect. I text her wondering if it is a late train. I get a call from her. They (she was with a fellow commuter with who she shares rides) had missed the train station. Thinking also involves being aware of your surroundings. Not a big deal if the train had not been an express that skipped the next town (two stops). Now they were headed to the end of the line and I had not ever been to that train station. Luckily with the smartphone she was able to find the location of the station and call me back with directions. It ended up being about a 50-60 mile extra round trip. My first question when I picked them up was, "who was in charge of tracking the stations". I guess they both missed it. Not a big deal since it was my daughter's gas.
Monday was a great Veteran's Day for me. One of our teacher daughters had the day off and found out that Texas Roadhouse was offering free lunches for veterans. She picked me up and the two of us enjoyed a good lunch. It always feels good to be recognized for something good. The word had certainly got out because we had to wait for a table and most everyone appeared to have brought at least one vet with them.
Check out this SNL clip if you have not seen it yet. This parody of the fox song is better than the original fox song.
23 comments:
So would it have been as easy to pick her up in Chicago, or is that much further away?
I didn't give too much detail but since you asked. The train was headed
home, away from Chicago. One option would be to wait well over an hour
for a return train to take them back to our station.
thanks
Thank you for your service.
I know how to make chicken fricassee. My grandmother taught my mother and my aunt who once fixed it on a regional cooking show. That's a good word. My favorite word of the week is two actually: boll weevils. I found a nest in my mom's pantry this week. Good southern term, it is.
That video is still cracking me up!
What were those girls talking about that made them miss the train? I can't say too much because I once did the same thing on a Long Island train. I fell asleep. It was the one and only time I ever slept on a train. I'm glad they got home safely.
Thank you for your service. My poor husband had to work 9-9 on Veterans day and did not get to have a free lunch well except for the one I packed for him...
thanks for the recognition.
Boll weevils - I don't think I've ever seen a nest of them. Did you destroy of relocate the nest? So often becoming an empty nester means new other types of nests appear within your nest. Could you eat boll weevils in say a fricassee? Now I need to do a bit of googling. thanks
Glad you enjoyed the video. Train - it was dark out and it is hard to see out of the windows. They just were not paying enough attention. thanks for the recognition
There were in a can of bread crumbs, and they had plans to take over the kitchen. I did relocated the nest to the garbage can after killing eachone. You should eat weevils. in Fricasee or otherwise.
an evil boll weevil has no feel - there must be a new rhyme in this somewhere.
Ha-I can imagine a daughter missing her stop. I have a commuter daughter too, and also a teacher daughter. I love the way so many businesses try to recognize our veterans now. Thank you for your service!
I think the recognition of veterans hit a low at the end of the Viet Nam war. thanks for the recognition
All this time knowing you and I just now learn you're a vet? Thanks for your service, Bill.
What parents won't do for their kids. We are driving four hours to pick Kendall up for Thanksgiving because she can't ride her bike anymore and has no place to store it. Now that I say that, I realize it's crazy; off to work on getting a Minnesota friend to store the bike!
Too funny, this video! Thanks for sharing! I come from a family of Vets...thank you so much for your service. I'm new to and terrified of commuter trains. I tend to stay as local as possible. Even google maps has messed with me! I know that I would have done the same for my child!
I don't talk about it too much up here. I have mentioned it before in a few posts. But learning that you didn't know is reassuring because it greatly reduces any reason to think you are some crazy stalker (ha ha). Doing things for your kids - hmm. Every situation is very unique but at some point they should be treated as adults. They will always be your children. Adult children vs. kids - there is a difference. That said - I will also say it's much much easier to comment on situations that I am not involved it.
thanks
I can't say I ever had much fear of using commuter trains. Now subways (I think they are different) in big cities can be scary at times.
thanks for the recognition and sharing your comment
I like to pick and choose my "You're an adult now" moments. For example, when it comes to money, they're independent adults once they graduate college and are in the intermediate stage now (we toss 'em a little cash now and then, but nothing major). Mr.4444 is still insisting that they mow the lawn when they're home; as long as we're feeding them and giving them a roof over their heads, and they don't complain. Incidentally, I found a local (Minnesotan) to keep Kendall's bike in storage for her over the winter! She's hitching a ride with a friend now--YAY!
Handling of situations of course require consideration of the individual and circumstances. I like your reply here because it appears you didn't rush to "save the day" as I hear some parents do. I had this explained once as letting them go under but not letting them drown.
thanks for the update
Ireally like that analogy. Thanks!
I'm glad you got a some love on Veteran's Day..
thanks me too
What a good dad you are!!! I never realized that parking was such an issue at the train stations. It's been years since I took a train in the Chicago area.
I know you and I had already talked about that SNL clip but it really is hilarious.
thanks I believe I'm good but I've been known to be a little volatile at times. My daughter really expected I might blow. She repeatedly told me how unexpectedly calm I was. Yes I had to share that clip up here.
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