tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post8198578614422787586..comments2024-03-28T15:43:03.306-04:00Comments on Life's Funny Like That: I wondered.Debbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-29799114139054823022022-10-05T10:48:42.471-04:002022-10-05T10:48:42.471-04:00That's a nice story, ACThat's a nice story, ACDebbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-34627366245039036692022-10-05T10:47:54.979-04:002022-10-05T10:47:54.979-04:00Eeek. That would annoy me too. There is a big diff...Eeek. That would annoy me too. There is a big difference between being happy and attention seeking. I don't recollect such a thing ever happening to me, but I would have left the line.Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-21837260045730454142022-10-05T08:53:22.679-04:002022-10-05T08:53:22.679-04:00I think the key to it is, as you say in a reply co...I think the key to it is, as you say in a reply comment, is to quietly sing. I was in the checkout line at Walmart a few days ago when a man, in a loud, booming voice, decided to serenade the store with a hymn. I found it very annoying that he just hijacked a captive audience because he is apparently in great need of attention. It was very hard to not express an opinion to this spectacle. I have seenhthis a couple of times. I don’t get it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-58137759698646214642022-10-05T07:32:56.719-04:002022-10-05T07:32:56.719-04:00My favourite cashier at the grocery store used to ...My favourite cashier at the grocery store used to sing. She probably still does wherever she is. She’s the only cashier that I have ever really gotten chatty with. Anvilcloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-11070886112850383412022-10-04T10:58:02.222-04:002022-10-04T10:58:02.222-04:00This year, I began forcing myself to do things out...This year, I began forcing myself to do things outside my comfort zone. Once I got over the initial mental resistance to doing it, I discovered that it was 'much ado over nothing'. I think that I need to push myself out of my comfort zone more often. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-51158955329359225752022-10-04T09:44:34.229-04:002022-10-04T09:44:34.229-04:00I find that the older I get the less I care about ...I find that the older I get the less I care about what other people think of me. I can go out in my comfortable sweatpants and sweatshirts. I don't need to be fashionable or "popular". I was so worried about that in high school and am much calmer about that now! :)Ellen D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03776803182673252265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-35136623143976769982022-10-04T09:36:27.411-04:002022-10-04T09:36:27.411-04:00That is nice), Ed.That is nice), Ed.Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-83549173718503367152022-10-04T09:35:14.572-04:002022-10-04T09:35:14.572-04:00She did not. And to be clear, she was not belting ...She did not. And to be clear, she was not belting out anything at the top of her lungs...just happily singing.Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-50069901877341646162022-10-04T09:11:23.780-04:002022-10-04T09:11:23.780-04:00Did she have an open bottle of wine in her cart? :...Did she have an open bottle of wine in her cart? :DSteve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-51930691403850809232022-10-04T09:09:18.738-04:002022-10-04T09:09:18.738-04:00The older I get, the more I am like your shopping ...The older I get, the more I am like your shopping lady. I guess it is because I have a family to go home to that "gets" me and the less repercussions that can take place is someone I know sees me. Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-47566575762767511552022-10-04T08:00:56.344-04:002022-10-04T08:00:56.344-04:00I never connected the two things, but yes, you and...I never connected the two things, but yes, you and Andrew are exactly right. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-17084619144819435572022-10-04T07:59:55.307-04:002022-10-04T07:59:55.307-04:00Oh good. It's NOT just me then... :)Oh good. It's NOT just me then... :)Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-84361851084216214892022-10-04T07:59:14.598-04:002022-10-04T07:59:14.598-04:00A friend recently signed up for an exercise class ...A friend recently signed up for an exercise class after being awfully sick. He's a quiet sort and rarely comes out of the woods, but he is trying to get himself back to his old self. He explained it to me like this: If I am concentrating on my feet doing what they are supposed to do, when I look at my hands, they're not doing what they are supposed to be doing. If I watch my hands to make sure they are doing what they are supposed to be doing, my feet take a break. <br /><br />Yep. Me too.Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-34834296227351837522022-10-04T07:55:01.834-04:002022-10-04T07:55:01.834-04:00Exactly! I should have known that you'd get it...Exactly! I should have known that you'd get it. So the next question is 'where does that <i>go</i> do you think?Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-50538729910478100402022-10-04T07:53:41.665-04:002022-10-04T07:53:41.665-04:00I think that you are right. I think that you are right. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-27713075295854552872022-10-04T07:53:15.788-04:002022-10-04T07:53:15.788-04:00I think that theology falls under a completely dif...I think that theology falls under a completely different heading than simply being so plainly happy that you quietly sing in public places or do a little two step as you walk back to your shopping cart. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-27094502702319030332022-10-04T07:43:23.159-04:002022-10-04T07:43:23.159-04:00That's why we love small children so much, the...That's why we love small children so much, they are still themselves. And yes, I envy people like that too.Pixiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313413260127376288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-70389507388762263132022-10-04T05:43:45.789-04:002022-10-04T05:43:45.789-04:00Nicely relaxed..I am envious tooNicely relaxed..I am envious toogzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08034777779347889773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-44982965952018819592022-10-04T04:30:03.367-04:002022-10-04T04:30:03.367-04:00I feel the same when people get up to dance. I am...I feel the same when people get up to dance. I am quite a good air guitarist after my sixth pint.😊northsider https://www.blogger.com/profile/00716743611909673869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-88291872216411965662022-10-04T00:47:52.824-04:002022-10-04T00:47:52.824-04:00I'm remembering the way under ten year olds da...I'm remembering the way under ten year olds dance with a little envy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-68535863698255014722022-10-03T23:09:55.115-04:002022-10-03T23:09:55.115-04:00I know just what you mean--I envy people who are 1...I know just what you mean--I envy people who are 100% certain they're going to Heaven, or seeing their loved ones again when they die. Why can't I believe that too?ApacheDughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05520433539816634566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-7462056104947091112022-10-03T23:09:01.608-04:002022-10-03T23:09:01.608-04:00Yes, too many people very self conscious and miss ...Yes, too many people very self conscious and miss out on a lot of fun. Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-935874399565966632022-10-03T22:09:55.237-04:002022-10-03T22:09:55.237-04:00I don't mind happy people, but it just is a ma...I don't mind happy people, but it just is a marvel to me that people can just be so totally unworried about what others might think. I envy it a little sometimes. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721950935860033351.post-91140558438812844962022-10-03T21:49:40.517-04:002022-10-03T21:49:40.517-04:00I've encountered women like that (at the bus s...I've encountered women like that (at the bus stop, in line at the bakery, the big woman who lives up the hall from me). Sometimes I find it a little annoying, but far be it for me to rain on their parade. :^)ApacheDughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05520433539816634566noreply@blogger.com