Blogging Etiquette: Am I Doing Something Wrong?

RING PHONE RING! Ever feel like that?

Feeling a little down about my lack of comments (i.e. friends) so I decided to cheer myself up by compiling a
List of Possible Reasons:

1) I have a big sign over my blog that I can't see that says, "Stay Away From Her!"

2)To have a friend you must be one. But I've left hundreds and hundreds of comments...

3)It's summer and everyone's too busy. Yeah, yeah, I know. So how do I explain the abundance of comments everywhere I go.

4)I came in too late in the game. Okay, but doesn't anyone have room in their heart for a newbie?

5)I have a comment-neediness that is so obvious that it repels would-be commenters.

6)My lack of consistency with posting ~ working on that one...

7)My text is too small (grasping here).

8)I was put on this earth to be a comment fairy, going around sprinkling comments about.

9)My posts are just self-absorbed and boring.

10)My posts are just too amazing, leaving the reader speechless.

Don't get me wrong, I am not aiming for some large number of comments or a sense of popularity. Just some human connection, that's all. A group of friends that stop by to say hi on a regular basis would make me smile. And I do have a couple of those that truly warm my heart with their visits. Posting a rant about not getting comments is probably not the way to endear you to me and invite comments, but at least you've allowed me to vent. Whew! I feel better. Bottom line, I love to read your blogs and I love to express myself in writing, so I'll keep blogging no matter how many comments I get.

Promise not to laugh...

Oh go ahead and laugh ~ I did! Back from my first fly-fishing experience and it was everything I hoped for and more. Here I am in my chest waders.

Not only were they not pink, they resembled an oversized paper bag made of heavy, scum-green rubber. They were neither comfortable, nor cute, but despite my fashion-starved surroundings where the only bling to be found were the beaded nymphs dangling from our fishing line, I can actually say I had a good time. Standing in the stream for hours each day had sounded like a bit of a chore to me before going. But the air was so fresh and the spring so cool and peaceful that the hours passed without even noticing.

By the second day I had perfected my cast and I even caught a fish!


One of G's catches.

And the 6-hour road trip home was dotted with several
small-town antique shop stops where I found my best catch (I'll save that for another post). I can't say that I'm totally "hooked", but I will definitely go again the next time my husband invites me along.

Uhh...fly fishing? Ehh...me?

Yes, I'm going to learn to fly fish! We're getting ready to go on vacation-mini #3 for 2009. Trip #1 and #2 were both Ann-oriented, so I've agreed to try something my husband loves as our #3 destination. I'll be donning the lovely and fashionable hip waders (please, could I have pink?), learning to cast, and finding out what it is that makes my husband go berzerk for this past time. Time spent in the cool springs of Montauk State Park will be refreshing and, who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and actually have fun catching fish?! I'll post pictures in a few days when we return.

Blooms & Views, #4 ~ Late-blooming Peonies?

The truth is, these peonies were in bloom a few weeks ago, but it's taken me till now to post the pics.

This is the view I see from my north-facing living room window.


Cant-cha just smell the fragrance?



We have 5 nice size peony bushes, each of which blooms like crazy in the spring. But for years they were hidden in a shady wooded area on our property, unbeknownst to me, where they remained straggly and barren. A couple of years ago I remarked to hubby how much I loved peonies, and he showed me the little patch of growth-stunted stragglers that he had known about all along. At my request, we immediately transplanted them into sunny spots. Since then, they've quadrupled in size, and, to my delight, produce the most beautiful blooms.

Happy Times, Sad Times

Chapter One of Northland Vintage Market was a success! Click here to visit Three Shabby Chicks and see some of the fun that was had.

On a sad note, I had to say goodbye to my beloved kitty cat Sneakers. We got her when she was 8 weeks old, and last Friday she died, at the old kitty age of 16 years. Here are some pictures of the fun times I'm remembering. She was the best cat EVER! I hope this will be the last post about someone I love leaving my life for a long, long, long time.








On a happier note, here are some pics of my sweet grandson helping PomPa shine up his riding "aw-more".