I recently started a Sunday theme called Lazy Sunday Round-up. In it, I link to interesting posts I’ve read throughout the week, or on Sunday mornings while drinking too much coffee. While reading about and listening to The Beatles last week, I got the idea to start a new theme which I will call Flashback Friday.
On Flashback Fridays I will post a blast from the past of some kind or another. I may post music videos, old televisions adverts, old news articles or photos of vintage clothing and hairstyles. I might dig up an old post of mine. Or one of yours!
The idea is to start the weekend off on a light note, so it’s not likely that anything posted for Flashback Friday will be controversial. It may start us thinking, though, and that’s a good thing.
If you have any ideas or suggestions for stuff to post, please send them to me via my contact page or email me if you already have the address. Please don’t post them in comments as that would spoil the surprise, obviously.
I’ll kick it off with something from The Beatles since they inspired this whole thing (and because I totally love them). Besides being a great flashback, it reflects some of my personal views. I also think it’s quite appropriate, considering what’s happening right now.
Take it away, John, George, Ringo and Paul!
Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On
After watching a video that my friend, Gary, posted yesterday, I started feeling a little nostalgic and went hunting for some more good, old stuff to listen to. I stumbled across a few Statler Brothers YouTube videos and, boy did they take me back.
I listened to Statler Brothers a lot when I was growing up. This song was one of my favorites, even though it’s about stuff that was a little before my time. Still, it made me happy then, and it lifted my spirits today, so I wanted to share it with you.
Hope you enjoy it!
OK, so I’m not actually praying; I just thought it would make a cute title. But I do hope it pisses down buckets so that all the fireworks displays are rained out. That’s terribly unpatriotic, isn’t it? Would it be even less patriotic to say I don’t give a shit? Either way, I don’t.
I’ve never been what you might call patriotic. As early as the second grade, I was already annoyed by having to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. Of course, that probably had more to do with the fact that I didn’t understand what the hell I was saying. Even at that early age, I was troubled by the fact that we were all made to perform this ritual with no explanation for what it all meant. Which, by the way, made it all pretty damn meaningless. Unless, of course, the intent was to irritate the crap out of a seven-year-old girl on a daily basis.
But that’s not the point. The purpose of this post is not political, but practical.
No need to call the cops or anything. He’s a good man and didn’t mean any harm.
It seems that Mike has given birth to a new meme. At least I think that’s what he said:
While I was thinking about Bacon numbers and the like, I happened to have my browser open and I caught sight of a recent comment, and thus was a new meme born.
Here’s how it works:
1. Go to the latest comment you have from someone else. Go to the blog of the person who made it. If that person doesn’t have a blog, go to the next one.
2. Click the latest comment on that blog from someone else. Go to the blog of the person who made it. If that person doesn’t have a blog, go to the next one.
3. Do this again until you have gone six blogs away. If anyone on the way doesn’t have a latest comments widget, just pick the first comment you see.
4. Post about it. Tag at least a couple of other people.
Mike posted his and then tagged me, so here’s what I found on my little journey:
So the work-at-home gig is going well. I haven’t actually worked in the nude yet, although I do spend most of the day in my pajamas. The most unexpected thing about this new arrangement is the fact that I feel slightly guilty about it. I know I’m doing the work correctly, but it just seems too easy; too relaxed. I keep thinking how odd it is that I’m actually being paid for it.
So I’ve been working at this place for about four months, and things have been getting tenser by the day. Not just because of the stressful office environment, but also because of my home situation.
I had been a stay-home mom for about nine years before I took this job out of necessity. I was torn between needing to provide for my son, and my desire to be available for him emotionally and physically. Four months in, we were feeling the effects, and they weren’t good for either of us.
I decided to resign and find work that would accommodate my son’s school schedule. There just didn’t seem to be any other option.
My son and I have been watching the eclipse. It’s cloudy where we are, but the clouds are moving quickly, and the moon is never hidden for more than a minute or a so.
I just stepped out again and it’s almost fully eclipsed. A huge cloud just blew in front of it. My son will call me when the moon reappears.
It’s beautiful and awe inspiring. There won’t be another total eclipse until 2010.
I’m off to see the rest of it.
That was amazing! We got a huge break in the clouds just in time to see the total eclipse. Watching the clouds roll was nice and relaxing too. I wish we’d had a telescope, but we did get see it through a neighbor’s binoculars.
The sky and the stuff in it are totally cool! But the most special part was sharing the moment with my precious little boy.