tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79296364636898000802026-06-29T02:56:26.946-04:00What I want to say - How I want to say itFranHBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202486508587261080noreply@blogger.comBlogger1133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929636463689800080.post-76294555870017407042022-06-04T16:23:00.003-04:002022-06-04T16:23:48.247-04:00

 old blog or new blog

FranHBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202486508587261080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929636463689800080.post-52975408603190966482018-02-13T18:34:00.001-05:002018-02-13T18:34:31.126-05:00

Laissez le bon temps rouler! 🎉🎇🎈🎷🎶🎹🎺🎈🎇🎉

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Happy New Year 2018! My only resolution is better time management. That will make my shedule less stressful and more productive. I'm hoping to be more eloquent in tomorrow's post. xoxo

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I'm really getting into the Instagram "stories" these days. One thing I didn't know was that it would record sound--meaning background noise, conversation, music, and wind. I wanted to turn off the sound, but couldn't figure out how to do it. After Googling a bunch of websites, I clicked on somebody's you tube video because the tagline said it would show you the solution. Ended up being this

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And now the text is back the way it should be? #weird P.S. Will probably edit it and repost. Sheesh.

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Why do I all of a sudden have a white background behind my text?!

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I'm really getting into the Instagram "stories" these days. One thing I didn't know was that it would record sound--meaning background noise, conversation, music, and wind. I wanted to turn off the sound, but couldn't figure out how to do it. After Googling a bunch of websites, I clicked on somebody's you tube video because the tagline said it would show you the solution. Ended up being this

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Vol. 6 was on 12/12/2014. Yes, twenty fourteen. Or, if you prefer, two thousand fourteen. I'm certain there have been one heck of a lot of musings since then, but I didn't blog about them. Usually Thursday is my best day of the week. Today.......not so much: SSDD at work. *It'd be almost comical if it wasn't pissing me off.* I-4 Traffic. *My road rage is at Defcon 1 level. Next stop:

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I've tried to get the header photo changed from the sunlight trees in the park to the kids underneath the trees at Dickson Azalea Park. I couldn't get it to change no matter what I did, so I got mad and wouldn't try anymore. Tonight I was committed to fixing it. Finally figured out that I was signed into the wrong Google email account and Blogger couldn't "find" my blog. #invisibleme I fixed

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It's now been a year since the terrorist attack at the Pulse nightclub. I live only a few blocks from there, but until this past Saturday, I'd never gone to the actual place. I wasn't prepared for how emotional I would be. I looked at the art that's been created. I scrutinized the individual memorials and noticed that most of the candles were burning despite the wind from an impending

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I've seen this all over social media and wanted to share it everywhere I can. National Suicide Prevention 800 273 8255 It's ok to not be ok. It's ok to call. PLEASE call. Know this: you are worth it.

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Caroline is 14.  As in FOURTEEN.  Catorce.  Quatorze. Vierzehn. Ceathair déag.  Kat òz.  ʻUmikumāhā.  Feljätoista.  Quattuordecim.  Fjorten.  Ceithir-deug.  Erbatax.  Czternaście.  Eziyishumi Nane. Ondört. Yes, of course, 14 translations of 14.  Hoping that'll enable me to wrap my head around 'dat. Pictures of my precious

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My firstborn is having his 16th birthday today. Christ, I feel old. I love him so much! He is handsome, smart, funny, healthy, and STILL has the most tender heart of anybody I've ever known. I posted the best shots on Facebook and some of these might be repeats, but as always, the bloopers go on the blog. These came out better than I thought.    I trust all angels

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I love finding vintage and/or historical postcards when I visit places. Here are two that I found intriguing. Wenn jeder Wechsel den Glücklichen schreckt, Mit solch einem Wechsel da ging es; Denn immer noch macht einem schönen effect Solch ein liebender Wechsel des Ringes. LITERAL TRANSLATION IS: If any change scares lucky With such a change as it went; For still makes a nice

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One of the bummers about moving is changing my voting address. This leads to an inordinate amount of political post cards and flyers, as well as typical junk mail.  I feel bad for mail carriers who are required to deliver items that are junk mail and they know that a lot of it gets thrown away with disdain. I'd love it if they'd ditch mine, but then everybody would want special services.

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This plant isn't an African violet. It's an Episcia, also known as the flame violet, trailing violet, or chocolate soldier plant. The grower calls it Daphne's Choice. I didn't even know there was such a plant as "trailing" violets. I searched for yellow violet, this one came up, I saw the bloom from the front, and added that bad boy to the cart. When I got it, I thought one of bloom

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I'm sitting at my desk. I'm alt + tabbing between 3 pages and my solitaire game. It's all good unless you haven't written ANYthing in any form except to write in greeting cards. No tanka poetry, no haiku, no non-fiction, no fiction. Wait, though, it's occurring to me that I've written a lot of lists: grocery, stuff to Google, weekend projects. Whoo-hoo. The thing is this. I'm reluctant to

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Another great poem seen on the GoodReads email newsletter. Coal Town  by Ryan Stone Birds don't stop in this town.I see them fly past, black pepperingblue, going someplace. I've given updreaming wings. This townwill know my bones. Condomssell well in Joe's corner store—boredom breedsbut breeding's a trap, a twitch in the smileof those steel-eyed shrewswho linger late after church.I

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I'm afraid to type it and jinx.........I have time to post on my blog!! I get access to the internet sporadically and not on demand. Wrong on so many levels.  #NOTlmao  But because I can blog right now, I'm gonna. Random photos which should have already been posted: Summer solstice full moon 6.20.2016 Cash Holden Savoie My great nephew! Born on May 22, 2016 This picture

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Unlike me to be at a loss for words, but on this day, I can't string any together. The hate has to end. Please send love and light.

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I was going to do a blog post, but I'm not in the mood anymore. #ohwell

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As in, spotty postings. It seems the last 4 years have seen my post count go lower, lower, lowest. I posted about my stint at 7-Eleven with the full intention of posting "Part 2" the day after, or at least two days after. And.........now it's been 13 days since my last post. Not gonna increase post count or reader hits with those numbers. It's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm wearing green and sipping

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Today is National Grammar Day! I should've taken the day off from work so I could surf the net and edit peoples' grammar all.day.long. Here's a fun article I found: http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/top-ten-grammar-myths Another one: http://www.grammarly.com/blog/2016/a-brief-history-of-national-grammar-day/ Celebrate this day! #grammarcanbebigfuntoo

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Wednesday's post, that is. Didn't finish my continuation in time, so I'll try to post it on Thursday. #myfavoriteday

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There might still be a group of people who hadn’t been aware of my career woes since February 2015. The whole thing happened just like this. B.A., English cum laude (2013) from one of the top 5 liberal arts colleges in the SE. March 2013: Laid off. May 2013 to July 2014: Had a great part-time job. August 2014: Thought I had landed a fabulous full-time job. It lasted two months and

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