Monday, January 24, 2011

Blog-blog-blog

She is steeped in snow, flooded with followers, funnier than Erma, a sassy-classy blogger from MinnesOta and if you visit, you will lose yourself reading her previous posts. Check out Pearl and tell her Linda O'Connell sent you. Pearl, Why You Little! Then stop by Sioux's Page She's the person who mentioned Pearl on her blog.

We have non-english speaking Bosnian neighbors on either side of us and a four-acre, barren truck farm across the road. I miss having a go-to neighbor, and I consider YOU, my blogger friends, "my neighbors" no matter how far away you live. You provide the friendship, the support, the encouragement, the hilarity, the kick in the pants I sometimes need. Thank you all.

I'd like to thank Donna for doing an excellent editing job on one of my half-baked essays.

Are you still strutting your stuff? or is it as Maxine says, "Ever feel like your stuff strutted off without you?"

7 comments:

Tammy said...

My stuff doesn't strut off without me, but sometimes it up and goes to sleep, and darned if I can wake it up. I know just what you mean about blog neighbors, though! And Pearl and Donna are tops!

Susan said...

Oh my goodness, Linda. You have two non-English speaking neighbors? What languages do they speak? Spanish? Maybe they would like to learn English. Maybe they are lonely, too! You never know. Take care. Have a good Monday! Susan

Bookie said...

I live on a wide busy street with no sidewalks. Neighboring has always been hard here. Right now I am surrounded by rather odd folks and have no one to neighbor with at all. I miss the days of sidewalks and front porches.....

Karen Lange said...

Love that last quote! Had to laugh over that one. Thanks for the links. Have a wonderful day!

Barb Hodges said...

When we first moved here, I was a stay at home mom. (back in 1978) We had neighbors but everyone kept to themselves. The mail carrier, UPS, and Fed-ex were the only signs of life I saw. I got to know our mailman and we had him for several years. Now it seems that the mail carriers change routes more often, so it is hard to know who is bringing the mail. As I think about it, one neighbor did bring us a peach pie a few weeks after our arrival. Maybe you can take your neighbors a pie, Linda. Pies are delicious in any language:)

Pearl said...

Hello, Linda; and thank you for the "shout-out" and sending so many of your lovely readers over to my place!

Neighbors are everything, aren't they, the good ones? Minneapolis is up to the hip in snow, has been since November, and with this year's constant snowfall the neighbors have all pitched in. Taking care of each other's sidewalks, alleys, mail-man paths, I've seen large groups band together during snowstorms to help each other push cars from massive piles of snow.

I think when it comes down to it that human beings are much nicer people than the TV/news make them out to be. Shoot -- I think I like nine out of ten humans!

Pearl

Sioux Roslawski said...

Linda--If you did not read Pearl's post about the "Pedi and Pap" business she is going to start, read it. It's hilarious!

Pearl--I agree with you. We live in a section of town that most think is "ghetto." A few years ago, two storms---one in the winter and one in the summer---hit, and huge trees were all over the place. Blocking the streets. Tearing down power lines. It was a royal mess.

People came out of their houses and with their axes and chain saws, they started cutting up the trees and lugging them out of the street. It didn't matter whose yard the trees were in/from. Everyone pitched in and helped. People ARE nicer than the news wants us to think...

Tammy--I think my stuff is taking a nap with your stuff. What's with that?