Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Delays
Please forgive the delays to postings. We have been dealing with injuries and other family issues that have caused a rift in creative ponderings. More coming!
OK folks, here’s a website that will definitely catch your interest.
Fiverr is a place to “buy, sell and have fun” all for $5 a pop. That’s right! People share things they’re willing to do for $5, from helping you to design a website to being your hubby on Facebook for a week.
One Fiverr fan will honestly tell you if your butt looks too big for $5.
Travel a lot? Need an itinerary. $5
Want to travel a lot but can’t? People will even travel for you. One Fiverr user will write your name in bubblegum on the world-renowned Bubblegum Alley for – yup, a mere $5.
Check it out!
Fiverr is a place to “buy, sell and have fun” all for $5 a pop. That’s right! People share things they’re willing to do for $5, from helping you to design a website to being your hubby on Facebook for a week.
One Fiverr fan will honestly tell you if your butt looks too big for $5.
Travel a lot? Need an itinerary. $5
Want to travel a lot but can’t? People will even travel for you. One Fiverr user will write your name in bubblegum on the world-renowned Bubblegum Alley for – yup, a mere $5.
Check it out!
Friday, March 26, 2010
When in Rome ...
Well it's a wonderfully sunny day in Oregon, and yours truly spent it indoors watching a predictable but kinda cute movie, "When in Rome." It didn't ruffle my intellect any, but it did tickle my travel buds.
"When do we leave," I asked my friend, whom I think was a bit perplexed by the question.
Afterall, I pondered, my passport is ready. I'm ready - sort of. I mean, what are such teeny tiny obstacles as lack of finances, no time off, obligations, feeding puppies and stuff like that anyway!
So I'm ready, but probably for a place closer to home. Keep your interest piqued as this blog is going to field a few travel ideas as well as the rest of what I toss into my bottom drawer, just waiting for some rainy day to explore.
I'm starting with today's discovery: Soba Asian Bistro. It's a cute little restaurant, clean, good service and good food at 3860 Commercial St SE. I had the Phucket salad (pronounced with a hard "p")and found it wonderfully delicious. Avacado, nice greens, chicken and a Oriental lime salad dressing. Medium-priced. I'm going to go back and try their noodles next!
Well folks, please pass along good spots to eat, visit or veg. I can't guarantee their placement, but I certainly believe we all have a few favs we can share from time to time.
Blessings!
"When do we leave," I asked my friend, whom I think was a bit perplexed by the question.
Afterall, I pondered, my passport is ready. I'm ready - sort of. I mean, what are such teeny tiny obstacles as lack of finances, no time off, obligations, feeding puppies and stuff like that anyway!
So I'm ready, but probably for a place closer to home. Keep your interest piqued as this blog is going to field a few travel ideas as well as the rest of what I toss into my bottom drawer, just waiting for some rainy day to explore.
I'm starting with today's discovery: Soba Asian Bistro. It's a cute little restaurant, clean, good service and good food at 3860 Commercial St SE. I had the Phucket salad (pronounced with a hard "p")and found it wonderfully delicious. Avacado, nice greens, chicken and a Oriental lime salad dressing. Medium-priced. I'm going to go back and try their noodles next!
Well folks, please pass along good spots to eat, visit or veg. I can't guarantee their placement, but I certainly believe we all have a few favs we can share from time to time.
Blessings!
Friday, March 5, 2010
Delays, delays
Well, here it is -- another sunny day, and again I'm down with a cold/cough/throat thing. Feeling punk doesn't lead to wonderful, witty rhetoric. So please hang in there, and in a few, I'll post something again that might be more worth while reading.
Meanwhile, dear friends, have a great weekend! Blessings and more blessings.
Meanwhile, dear friends, have a great weekend! Blessings and more blessings.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Hearing is now at a premium.
My friend recently e-mailed me with a message: “I saw this, and thought of you. What a hoot!”
Apparently, a folder of a client named Bonnie Pearson had come across her work desk. With our little group, Pearson already had quite a reputation that started while sharing what makes us thankful with one another at one of our small group Bible studies.
First, I have to explain, I have a hard time hearing out of my left ear. So if someone speaks to the left of me, I often don’t quite catch what is said.
“I’m thankful I get to share about Jesus with other students at school,” shared my friend, new to the college scene in her mid-years and a year into finding her faith. “It was such a God thing.”
The student had asked her what the lettering on her T-shirt meant: “Body piercing saved me.” Picturing lots of holes in ears, nose, tongue and a slew of potentially unmentionable places, the inquirer was enlightened by the continuing message on the back side of the shirt, a depiction of Jesus on the cross, wrists and ankles pierced.
However, my ear failed to pick up this particular translation.
“Bonnie Pearson?” I pitched, interested in this gal who I had not heard about before. “Who’s Bonnie Pearson, and what does she have to do with you getting saved? Did she lead you to Christ?”
After a few stunned moments, my mistaken interpretation had us all howling.
And, as humor often does, that set the course for the night.
Want to know what a certain Bible verse means?
Ask Bonnie Pearson.
How about what steps to do to better your life?
Bonnie Pearson.
This mighty women had some kind of “in” with God I almost envied.
How to quell such sinful thoughts?
Take it to Bonnie Pearson.
Well, you get my drift.
Why one day at a former workplace, I thought I heard the ad salesman talking about a new business. Not wanting to miss out on a story, I parried, “Pyscho shop? Where’s that? Would they be interested in talking to me?”
Blank stares came my way.
“Well, I certainly could shop there,” I said, laughing.
Still confusion reigned.
“What do they sell there anyway,” I asked, curiosity killing me.
“Bikes.”
Cycle shop! Oh woe. Another session needed with Bonnie Pearson.
It could be worse. I have a friend who is way harder of hearing than me. We have to shout into the phone to converse, and conversations are getting louder every time we connect.
“I wear a hearing aid now, but it doesn’t really help much,” she told me recently.
My reply, “Why wear it then?”
Apparently people who notice she has one speak louder. Amplification on a pauper’s budget, she contends, works just fine for now.
She had thought about an implant, but apparently because of the shape of her ear, was turned down as a candidate. So now our conversations are often audio-challenged.
During our last conversation, I told her about I had mixed up Jesus’s ultimate sacrifice for our sins with “Bonnie Pearson.”
“Body piercing?” she retorted. “My friend has that T-shirt. Isn’t it great!”
Amazing!
Most of the time I hear well; most of the time she doesn’t.
She gets it; I don’t.
Must have been a Bonnie Pearson moment.
Apparently, a folder of a client named Bonnie Pearson had come across her work desk. With our little group, Pearson already had quite a reputation that started while sharing what makes us thankful with one another at one of our small group Bible studies.
First, I have to explain, I have a hard time hearing out of my left ear. So if someone speaks to the left of me, I often don’t quite catch what is said.
“I’m thankful I get to share about Jesus with other students at school,” shared my friend, new to the college scene in her mid-years and a year into finding her faith. “It was such a God thing.”
The student had asked her what the lettering on her T-shirt meant: “Body piercing saved me.” Picturing lots of holes in ears, nose, tongue and a slew of potentially unmentionable places, the inquirer was enlightened by the continuing message on the back side of the shirt, a depiction of Jesus on the cross, wrists and ankles pierced.
However, my ear failed to pick up this particular translation.
“Bonnie Pearson?” I pitched, interested in this gal who I had not heard about before. “Who’s Bonnie Pearson, and what does she have to do with you getting saved? Did she lead you to Christ?”
After a few stunned moments, my mistaken interpretation had us all howling.
And, as humor often does, that set the course for the night.
Want to know what a certain Bible verse means?
Ask Bonnie Pearson.
How about what steps to do to better your life?
Bonnie Pearson.
This mighty women had some kind of “in” with God I almost envied.
How to quell such sinful thoughts?
Take it to Bonnie Pearson.
Well, you get my drift.
Why one day at a former workplace, I thought I heard the ad salesman talking about a new business. Not wanting to miss out on a story, I parried, “Pyscho shop? Where’s that? Would they be interested in talking to me?”
Blank stares came my way.
“Well, I certainly could shop there,” I said, laughing.
Still confusion reigned.
“What do they sell there anyway,” I asked, curiosity killing me.
“Bikes.”
Cycle shop! Oh woe. Another session needed with Bonnie Pearson.
It could be worse. I have a friend who is way harder of hearing than me. We have to shout into the phone to converse, and conversations are getting louder every time we connect.
“I wear a hearing aid now, but it doesn’t really help much,” she told me recently.
My reply, “Why wear it then?”
Apparently people who notice she has one speak louder. Amplification on a pauper’s budget, she contends, works just fine for now.
She had thought about an implant, but apparently because of the shape of her ear, was turned down as a candidate. So now our conversations are often audio-challenged.
During our last conversation, I told her about I had mixed up Jesus’s ultimate sacrifice for our sins with “Bonnie Pearson.”
“Body piercing?” she retorted. “My friend has that T-shirt. Isn’t it great!”
Amazing!
Most of the time I hear well; most of the time she doesn’t.
She gets it; I don’t.
Must have been a Bonnie Pearson moment.
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