Monday, October 31, 2011
Today was "trunk or treat" at Jack's pre-school. This is a relatively new phenomenon where churches or schools host trick or treating in their parking lots, with parents passing out candy from the trunk of their cars. Not sure how I feel about that, but I'm probably hung up on Halloweens past, where my brothers and I used to wander every neighborhood we could get to with our pillowcases.
Since I'm a grandmother now, I can appreciate a quote from Erma Bombeck on the topic of grandmothers and Halloween (a "two - fer" on this spooky holiday!):
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
I miss my grandmother's homemade popcorn balls. Can you imagine if she were still alive and handed them out to trick or treaters? They would be the first thing into the garbage during the "candy safety check." Sad that today's children live in fear of every stranger they meet, and can't enjoy a little old lady's homemade popcorn balls and a run through the neighborhood with pillowcase in hand. Happy Halloween, everyone!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Twain is one of my favorite writers and life observers. Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot of his quotes on this blog. All time favorite, from "Following the Equator."
Be good and you will be lonesome.
Jimmy Buffett took this a step further:
Be good, and you'll be lonesome.
Be lonesome and you will be free.
Live a lie, and you will live to regret it.
That's what living is to me, that's what living is to me.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
OK, I admit to a love of Chuck Lorre's vanity cards. This is one of the best:
Okay, I'm just gonna say it out loud. There are times when going crazy looks attractive. And I'm not talking about becoming charmingly eccentric. I've already got that covered nine ways to Sunday. No, I'm talking about purposely emigrating to the land of lunacy. That special psychological zip code where The Ancient Laws of Behave Yourself no longer apply. My "reasoning" is simple. It takes a great deal of effort to sustain a conservative, trustworthy persona. Surrendering that effort would involve, from a Freudian perspective, a conscious dismantling of the super ego - that part of the psyche entrusted with enforcing parental and socially approved actions. And therein lies the allure of going full frontal wack-a-doodle. The constant energy required to pass as normal would suddenly become available for doing and saying whatever pleases me in the moment. Imagine it. The id and libido completely unbound by any and all moral or cultural restrictions. Hmm... Probably won't need the shrink anymore... might need a lawyer.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
What would a favorite quotes blog be without a nod to Henry David Thoreau.
Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.
I know of no more encouraging fact that the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscience endeavor.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that is one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Lots of great quotes come from song lyrics. A few of my favorites:
Jimmy Buffet: "If the phone doesn't ring, you'll know that it's me, I'll be out in the eye of the storm."
Johnny C: "Life is short, even in its longest day."
Jackson Brown: "You're the hidden cost, the thing that's lost, in everything I do, I'll never stop looking for you."
George Strait: "Easy come, easy go."
Elton John: "Who makes the call, and who gets to choose, who gets to win and who gets to loose."
I have been known to sing at high volume in my car and while cleaning house.
Friday, October 7, 2011
I should really call this a poetry blog instead of a favorite quote blog. Today's entry is from Lewis Carroll. I actually carry a little card around in my wallet with a snippet from this poem on it (along with my Grandpa Robertson's drivers license and a photo of my friend Gerianne Miller, who was killed in a plane crash in the early 1980's). Solitude was written in 1853 and is still a classic in my book.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
My grandmother, Mildred Robertson, had an old metal heat trivet hanging on the wall of her kitchen that read: "Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man." Growing up, I never knew the line was part of a poem by Sam Walter Floss, a lesser know poet (at least in my 8th grade English world view of poetry). Here is the entire lovely poem, one of my favorites: