...............What is it?

I feel something strange near my hand. I extend my arm and feel a round thing. Oh, it's a ball. I grab it and immediately, my dog, Lexi grabs it too with her mouth. She is fixed on it. I know she wants me to throw it. Hey, I would love to play with you, but it's 4am and I am in bed. We area both in bed. 
How does this dog, that looks so asleep, jumps up and wants to play at any time? I need to get back to sleep. I am thinking of her at attention! It's hard for me to ignore that and just go back to sleep, so I do what I should never do. I sit up and THROW THE BALL!!! Lexi shoots off the bed like after a chipmunk, just to retrieve it and bring it near my hand again.  I say, "No, get to sleep!" and she does; but... I have to tease her by moving my hand to see if she is really asleep. Ha! NOPE. She is waiting for the next pitch.

Speaking of pitches, I am a football person. I have never understood baseball or the love of baseball or its overwhelming attraction to some of my friends. My idea is this: In football, more action, more screaming.  In baseball, if no one hits the ball, everyone screams... (?) This is strange to me. 
However, in October every year, I like to watch the playoffs on TV because they explain what every one is "thinking." Ha!  How do they know???  It does make it more fun for me, but probably boring or redundant to the fan.

The NY Mets 

made him shave 

his beard...ha! 2011

However, to try to crawl into the sport, I thought I would read a book that was featured on Nashville Public Radio. It was interesting to hear "R.A." speak, so I ordered the book from the library. I have waited weeks for it to come to my library and finally got my turn to read R.A. Dickey's book, "Whenever I wind up: My quest for truth, authenticity, and the perfect knuckleball."  I recommend it. It has Christian overtones in its writing which I personally enjoyed. Here is the case of a guy who went to the minors, then was sent to the majors, just to be sent back to the minors, all the while dragging along his wife and kids, etc.  
It is a good read. You can finish it all in one day. Hope you take it for a ride. 

I saw this Creepy Crawler on my blouse! Yikes!

Look! I saw long feelers. Chills quickly ran thru my body. It was on my white blouse when I glanced down. Oh, I slapped at that nasty thing. It didn't fall off! WHAT?

A button? What?

Relax, Sylvia, Breathe...

Too much late scary TV!

Ooooo, I know it is a button, but I can still feel it crawling up my blouse.

When is a BALL not a BALL?

I have been throwing this ball to my little Silky Terrier, Lexi; but she has torn into it the way she wishes she could tear into the UPS man who comes by the window.

My question is this:

Can I still call this a ball when it looks like a half-eaten apple? It bounces and has a wobbly roll when I throw it. Ha! Do I still call it a ball?

"Lexi get the wobbly (?) ball" haha!

Next, I will have to begin to throw the larger pieces of what's left!

I just love Advertising... That's why I Majored in it!

How can I say, "No!" to the big brown eyes of my dog, Lexi, as I look down into this bag of MilkBone... hoping that there is one doggy treat left.

In the photo, you will notice that I do have one treat for my pooch.

More importantly, you will see a "printed AD" which is the bottom of this red and white cellophane MilkBone bag. It comes thru the cellophane upside down because of how I am holding the bag, but it is still readable.

This AD reassures me, as a customer, that this product is making my dog "happy (?)."

I consider this a real Advertising success!

This process reminds me of an artist friend who would always put his name at odd places on his paintings.

He and I were painting at the Art Institute of Chicago when I asked him, "Why do you do this?" He told me, "As artists, we control the eye movements of the person looking at our paintings." "As a result," he said, "when the eye moves around my painting and finally leaves it, maybe seconds later, my name will be the last thing any person will see." Ha! Smart!

This principle is used today when Commercial Ads on tv put their name last...to impress their audience to buy their product.

I don't know, but this guy probably majored in Advertising as well.

All this came back today as I looked down into this doggy bag. The dog got her treat and I got a sweet art memory. Ain't life grand!

New Experience! ...love it? NOT!

Okay, I have just finished peeling my orange...

I put it on the plate, turn on the garbage disposal and water, throw the orange peelings in my new garbage disposal, and grab for the soap that's on my pretty soap dish.

The wet soap slips out of my hand and falls straight down into the black hole of the garbage disposal ... Gone!

The time it took the garbage diposal to consume my favorite bar of soap can be measured in milli-seconds!

Bah Humbug!

"Falling at 200 MPH Is "a Great Stress Reliever"

This Lady is an independent wine-buying consultant in New York City who has taken up SKY DIVING!

Check it out. I read it in the Wall Street Journal today. READ:

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10000872396390444320704577565404276102074.html?KEYWORDS=falling+at+200+MPH

I have to say that this video reflects someone who has been sipping at the "wine" for maybe too many years. She's nuts! ha! Watch the video:

http://bitly.com/skywine-video?r=qr

Doesn't this look good to you? Have you tried any?

Today, I stopped by the Nashville Library and checked out a lame book about how to write short stories. The author recommended in thousands of words that I can write effectively by following the next 3 suggestions:

a. write out the idea or the facts;

b. then write the same incident again, but using the emotions I felt at the time; and

c. then note what meaning comes of it.

I think the author is a spiritual guru; but I can always learn from everyone, so let me give it a try:

a. Okay, these are the facts of this fiasco. After stopping by the Library, I reached for the Mocha Cappuccino Jif that was sitting on the end of the aisle at Walmart. I said out loud, "There should be a law against making this stuff." (note the photo) I picked it up with my left hand and Boom! I dropped it. The glass container went squash on the linoleum. ha! I found a lady who said she would send someone out to clean it. I offered to pay. She said, "Not necessary and smiled."

I kinda wanted to stick my finger in the gooey mess on the floor to find out what it tastes like, but I probably would have cut myself on the glass.

b. What were my emotions? Can I say that my emotions were embarrassment for being clutsey and humor at the same time. It looked like a pile of dark mud with a peanut-butter cap on it. ha! It imploded! Broken glass all over the heap of poo.

Do I feel like a writer yet?... well, uh...No!

c. Is there meaning? Humm...I would say that I will have to work on paying attention to what I'm doing and not staring at that good lookin' guy who walked by; and oh, I will have to work on strengthening my grip!

I bet you wish you had stopped after the 3 suggestions? jee!jee!