Category: Junk Drawer

Keeping up with the Comments

~ Lenore Diane ~ 29 Comments

In my opinion, I subscribe to the best of the best of blogs. Not only do the writers entertain me with their posts, but they attract the best of the best of commenter[s].  Kim, the G is silent, a fellow blogger, shares my sentiment in a comment she left on Blurt’s “Irony, With Mustard and Kraut” stating, “I need to stop reading all the comments before commenting on my own. With each comment I feel my funny slip-sliding away. Bastards.”

I agree with Kim. One has to be quick to leave a comment on the best of the best of the blogs or risk being overshadowed by another best of the best of commeter[s]. Moreover, I admit I’m competitive, and I admit I think I am funny looking. Funny thing about blogs, you realize A.) you’re not the only writer in the world, and B.) you’re not the funniest looking person in the world.

There was a time when talent was hard to fine, seemingly rare. For one to get noticed/discovered one needed to be in the right place at the right time. Nowadays, one just needs to audition for one of the many ‘talent’ driven television shows: American Idol, America’s Got Talent, So You Think You can Dance, The Voice, etc. Or, one just needs to upload a video to YouTube and promote the heck out of the video until it is viral. Nowadays, everyone is talented. Bummer. Continue reading “Keeping up with the Comments” →

Climbing aboard the tribute train

~ Lenore Diane ~ 12 Comments

Okay, okay. Since everyone else is writing about their Dads in honor of Father’s Day, I will, too. No, I am not going to jump off the bridge if everyone else does, but I would be happy to watch and write about it.

Actually, I am not going to write about my Dad. I will tell you I miss him, because I do. He died when I was 25yrs old. He never had the opportunity to meet my husband or my two boys. I’ve written about Dad in past posts (here’s a good one). When I read posts written by others about their Dad, tears well up in my eyes, as I feel a similar sense of pride and love for my Dad. But. I’m not going there today. For whatever reason, I feel like sadness is creeping in to my blogosphere, and I’d like to try and brighten things up a bit.

So. I am going to write about Rob. But, please don’t tell Rob, OK? See, Rob hates it when I talk about him on this here blog. Hates it. If I post pictures, he hates it even more. I’ve had to pull pictures from my blog, per his request. He was only a little nude. Continue reading “Climbing aboard the tribute train” →

Frickin’ frackin’ foreclosure

~ Lenore Diane ~ 37 Comments

Last year, I wrote a post titled “Off to School”. The post was about our oldest son starting Kindergarten and our decision to enroll him in a Montessori school. I wrote the post early in my blogging career, back when I had all of two readers: a sister and a friend.

This post is about school, too. Actually, this post is about one school. My son’s school. The school my youngest was going to enter in August. The school we hoped to stick with through elementary school. Funny how things change. Not funny really. Sad. Quite sad.

I have a list of books recommended by my readers. As a result, I am reading more and more. I am exposing myself to many different authors. I am learning that many authors write incomplete sentences. For impact? Maybe? Regardless, based on the books I am reading, there is nothing wrong with the short non-sentences in the second paragraph. Moreover, the fact that this has nothing to do with the bulk of the post is acceptable, too. Continue reading “Frickin’ frackin’ foreclosure” →