Friday, October 12, 2012

Free Day Friday A New Feature Here At LGAHA

I am thinking that perhaps I should have a daily, weekly, or sometimes whenever I feel like it, "go to topic" or whaddya call it uh, theme, that's it theme, for this blog.
Let's see if I can come up with a clever title for uh.. well like for instance, say I was going to start today, so maybe I could incorporate the day of the week, that would be...wait what's today, oh, okay, Friday.
Okay, Friday? Friday? What could I come up with that would fit in with Friday.  Fry Day.  What could I do with that.  It makes me think of brain, fried brain. I kinda feel like that is what my brain feels like today, but what if my brain didn't feel like that next Friday.  No, that's no good.
Free Day Friday.  Yeah, I like that.  Okay so now what do I do with that?  I'm pretty much free to do what I want with this blog every day, it's my blog, so why would I have to have a Free Day Friday?
Hey wait a minute.  I could just do this. Cuz, you see this is pretty much the way I think and talk.  You know what I think is interesting? Wait do you care about what I think is interesting?  Oh, who cares.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, I thought about how different I "sound" when I write. I try to be all proper and stuff, using comas, and periods, and lookin' up words to make sure I am using the right word to fit whatever I properly want to say. I am always correcting my tense.  I find that I do that a lot, have to correct my tense. I'm always checking to make sure I am being clear.  And that who and whom thing drives me crazy! I generally try to come up with another way to say what I want to say to avoid those two words, unless I am absolutely sure. Hey, you never know who whom  who (?) is out there checking my posts. Sometimes my Jersey sneaks in and I leave a word out. Like, uh..oh rats, I can't think of an example right now. I'll come back to that.  When I talk,  I don't worry so much about being  proper. Well actually that depends on who (?) I am talking to.   But I kinda like to fall back on my Jersey.  What? You don't know what that means?  Oh, please! You know, my Jersey.  No, not Joisey.  I don't have a Joisey accent, but I do speak Jersey.  Now if I were a life long smoker, which I am not, I have never smoked.  Okay, there was that one time when I thought I could be cool like Jeannie Porto.  She smoked.  And she looks  looked so cool.  So, I'm on my way to somewhere, in my two tone '57 chevy.  No, I'm not that old.  I bought the car in 1965 from an old woman, man she must have been at least in her fifties, old, really old.  Anyway I paid her 100 bucks for the car.
  So, I'm riding down the highway on the way to, uh  I think the bowling alley.  That's where all the cool smoking girls hang out.  No, not smokin' hot. I mean they all smoked, at the bowling alley.  In the car, I light the ciggie with my car lighter.  Well, that's because I didn't carry matches or a lighter with me, being a new smoker and all.  So I light up using the car lighter and take a puff.  I didn't inhale, I swear I didn't.  Mainly because I didn't know how.  I put the ciggie in the ashtray and there must have been some paper or something in the ashtray cuz, all of a sudden I have a fire goin'. So now what? I am in the middle of this Freeday and my stupid computer keeps cuttin out. So I go to check to make sure all of the plugs are in tight and as I bend down to crawl under my desk, I bang my head on the keyboard draw,  you know the one that pulls out,(yep, that's jersey for drawer)  anyway, now I have a bump on my head.  Urgh, I can't stand it!  Now it's not only Fried Brain Friday, but I am now angry, well mad actually.  Back to the smoking car incident...that was the first and last time I smoked.  But, like I was sayin up ⬆ there somewhere... if I were a lifelong smoker, I would have the gravely voice to go along with my Jersey, but I don't.  I have this little soft voice.  People are always sayin' what? to me.  Well not everyone, Jen, and Johanna, they don't say what cuz they hear me, cuz they talk like me.  BTW, this is not fast talking.  I don't fast talk.  I slow talk, hesitate talk, pause talk.  So if I were talking this post, it would take me a long time.
It's 7:59.  That's it, I gave myself till eight to finish this post.  It's treadmill time.  If I don't do it now, I will talk myself out of it.  I have a whole treadmill thing I do.  So I'll probably tell you about that next Free Day. If you stuck with me to the end of this, you are brave and loyal. Bye.

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.
I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here is today's entry from Anna's diary:
Sat. October 12, 1929
Columbus Day.  Jean, Rose, Jewel, Rick and Pa went to Princeton to see Bill and Brown - Princeton game.  Home all morning.  360 in afternoon.  Back home early.  Baby to bed early.  All alone.


  1. You know, I like it when you write like you talk. It adds charm and is just plain awesome.


  2. this is great, Lynda! i always mix tenses, too. when i talk, i tend to veer off on tangents then forget what i was originally talking about. {smile} have a great weekend!

  3. As a longtime language arts teacher in the public school system, teaching middle school, I really enjoyed your casual Friday piece. It makes me smile to think that the mystery of the English language is alive and thriving. I will tell you, though, I am deprogrammed to notice errors in spelling, punctuation and usage, ever since I retired and joined FaceBook. A guy could go nuts if he was too focused on the rules of English.

    By the way, I am back after being hung up technologically, for the past three weeks. A friend of mine took thirty seconds to get me back on track. I would gladly give up a percentage of my mastery of English, to get a clue as to how technology works. Big sigh.

  4. Hi Mark,
    I am happy to see that you are back on line. I worked in the tech field for 20 years and it still frustrates me.
    Looking forward to hearing your voice again.

  5. Too funny! I love the "slow talk, hesitate talk,pause talk"! I do that too! You could be from the south!!! My husband calls it "charades talk"! He starts rolling his hands and arms, trying to get me to let all my words out in a smooth, consecutive sentence. Then I just freeze up even more!!!! I'm so glad I can comment on your blog again! I was frustrated when I seemed to be blocked out, so I quit trying.