#119-THURSDAY'S PICK (TRUE, PARTLY TRUE OR A TOTAL FABRICATION)

On Saturday, January 29th I told of an event that could have been true, partially true or a total fabrication and asked you guys to guess which label would be correct.
This is what I found in my comment section:


COMMENTS:

I'm not eating that!
The last one tasted like
cat  $#*!

1)  You silly girl - partially true!
By clenna on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 6:20 AM
Now, Clenna knows me real well.  She is one of my first followers.
So, what part isn't true?  The cat was actually a frog?  The rubber tree plant was a ficus?  Hummmmmm...

Woah, kt, you're
headed the wrong way!

2)  I put my rusty penny on true for Win. False for Place ....and True for Show!

By The Desert Rocks on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 10:26 AM
Well, now, spoken by a true gambler.  Spread the risk out.

3)  With my crazy life I totally believe this. Am I gullible or what?

By Bodacious Boomer on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 4:50 PM
I read this lady's blog and mannn, this could have happened to her!

4)  Pssssst.. You lie and I'll swear to it! LOL

By Wsprsweetly Of Cottages on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 6:05 PM

Dang, I forgot that you were back there with the rubber tree plant (or was it a ficus).

 

I have NEVER seen a splinter
like this!  Have you?

5)  I'm thinking partially true.
By Chief aka Dad http://unsoundreasoning.blogspot.com on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 7:14 PM

Hummmmm, interesting.  Straddling the fence.  Watch out for the splinters!   

6)  Partially true? Funny story!! Have a good week!

By M on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” on 1/29/11

Another fence straddler....So, would this be called a splinter group?

7)  ... ... ...Now, you asked a couple of questions veiled neatly as one. I'll do my best to respond... Is the story TRUE? Yep! Is the story PARTIALLY TRUE? Yep! Is the story TOTAL FABRICATION? Yep! Good, covered all possible options there, so I'm pretty sure I'll get at least ONE of them right, when you score our comments ;) Clearly, the TEACHER has not retired! Great story, by the way - some positively hilarious descriptions!

By Desiree on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 9:54 AM

Ok, as a teacher I would say that this is "cheating!"  BLLAGGHT (that is the sound of a buzzer).  Wrong!

(When I was a kid I got away with this once.  The teacher used a cover sheet with holes punched over the correct letter.  If one filled in all choices, of course it looked like you picked the correct one.  However, like an idiot I told other kids and several others started doing it.  Didn't take her long to figure it out.)


8)  Since you seem to have the same luck as me, I am guessing that this is at least partially true. The part that would be hard for me to believe, is the cat peeing in the plant thing. Oh, I believe it would do it, but if it was me, the cat, roommate or both would have disappeared after the second incident. 

By ape2016 on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 9:40 AM

Believe me we (the other 2 and myself) wanted to toss them both out, but it was only for a semester and it WAS my plant (besides she did all the cooking).  As for your choice of partially true, shame on you!  You have been reading my blog long enough to know that goofy stuff always happens to me!

9)  Partially true...but to the post-er above...my cat sometimes pees on one of our big houseplants! And I allow it cuz I don't know how to stop her, and it's only the one plant so that corner of the house smells like pee. I tried putting up barriers, like a sheet of bubble wrap on the plant etc. but it didn't stop her!

By jhitomi on #114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!” at 10:56 AM

Now, that's a safe guess.  But you don't get the prize on this one (INSIDE JOKE). Cats are sneaky and determined animals.  It is hard to discourage them once they claim there territory.  Have you tried mothballs, small cactus plants, a gun?    Sorry, I didn't explain clearly.  I used a water gun to discourage my cat from tearing up the back of her favorite chair,and it worked).

The story about the accident with the rubber tree plant on the back seat of the car is TRUE. I did embellish a little when I added the rumors of a rubber tree plant growing along that highway.  So, before I declare a winner I must decide if an "embellishment" is considered a lie.  

According to Webster's definition of embellish:

1.  to make beautiful with ornamentation: DECORATE as in embellished with illustrations;

2.  to heighten the attractiveness of by adding decorative or fanciful details: ENHANCE as in 

                     embellished our account of the trip.

Synonyms: color, elaborate(on), embroider, exaggerate, hyperbolize, magnify, pad, stretch

I don't see the words "lie" or "untrue" in there anywhere.  So this story is true.  We will try this again sometime.  Congratulations Desert Rocks and Bodacious Boomer, you win the prize.  Go to your nearest florist and tell them that they owe you a rubber tree plant.  (Or was it a Ficus?)  They have several like this way out back.

I did manage to get her home and plant her in the flower bed in my back yard.  She grew into a gigantic, beautiful tree-like plant over 7 feet tall.  

Nawh! That is 100% lie!  We left the poor thing in the demolished car.  I'm sorry, just couldn't help myself!

kt1/29/11

#118-SEX, LIES, AND VIDEO TAPES (ok, mostly lies)

Hey, a big thanks to Carol (facing50withhumour.blogspot.com) for passing on 'The Memetastic Award.'  Carol wrote, "This is a different award to those usually given and requires a cunning skill; lying!"

First, I want to thank all of those people in my life who taught me how to lie fib embellish the truth.  The first thank you goes to my many high school students (and their lost homework stories).  The next thanks goes to all the politicians who paved the way.  But, most of all, thanks to my college chum, Sally, who convincingly assured me that she wasn't sleeping with my boyfriend (until she got pregnant). 

As a condition of this award I have to demonstrate my skill by writing five facts about myself.  Four of them have to be out and out lies fibs fabrications embellished facts!

But, wedged in there somewhere needs to be one, 100% TRUE, fact.  

Now, the hard part.  I have to pass this on to 5 other bloggers.  

So, here they are (and in no particular order) TAG...YOU'RE IT:

cowpattysurprise.blogspot.com

confessionsofaterriblemom.blogspot.com

eliza-twaddle.blogspot.com

lcbfsometimes.blogspot.com

professionallyinsanem.blogspot.com 

I said a worm study,
not a worm studying!

1.  It was hard but I ate a spoonful of worms one time.  My kids and I were touring a worm experimentation station outside of Stockton , Missouri.  They were studying worms as a source of food.  The technician offered, my kids dared me, so I did!  The thing is, they weren’t half bad!

2.  Sorry to say, but I have been in nine MAJOR traffic accidents and totaled five different vehicles. One of which I wrote about in my blog.  The one on August 5, 1995 danged near killed me and is the subject of one of my future blogs.

Awhhhh, Mannnn! Not another one!

Give him hell, Harry 

3.  My maternal grandmother used to cook for Harry Truman when he came to the  Tom Pendergast compound outside of Kansas City.  My dad even met Truman when he delivered one of Nanaw’s meals.  Dad was leaving as Truman was arriving.  The guard greeted Truman with, “Well, if it isn’t Harry Ass Truman!”

This is a possible example.  
quarantine am devious, this pic could
bean attempt to throw you off! 

4.  I save my toenail clippings and burry them in my vegetable garden, in the spring.  My grandmother insisted that it helps them grow better.  (Not my toenails silly, the vegetables!)  She even took me to her garden and showed me plants without toenail clippings and plants with.  The difference was amazing!

5.  I have been blessed with some of the most interesting pets.  I once had a pot-bellied pig named Princess!  Now Princess didn’t know she was a pig.  I made her sleep outside with the dogs and she thought she was a dog.  In fact she actually barked and wagged her tail.  When I moved to town I had to give her petting zoo.  She is happy there but seems to miss being a dog.

"PRINCESS"  in waiting (in quarantine
area before being adopted by
the zoo)

SIDE NOTE:  And this is true... I just figured out that I can use the key commands for bold, italic and underline and don't have to use the buttons on the header of the draft page.  Boy am I slow!

Now, the hard part.  I have to pass this on to 5 other bloggers.  
So, here they are (and in no particular order) TAG...YOU'RE IT:

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT.....where is the truth in all of this?   The answer will be on #128   (The Feb. 12th issue of my EMBELLISHED life). 
kt 2/1/11

#116- EVERYTHING HAPPENS TO ME!

A month ago when I was first pulling together my birthday blog I started on an interesting and frustrating cyber adventure.  All I wanted to do was add a song to the piece.   First I tried to add it to my original piece.  You know something SOFTLY playing in the background as people stroll through my life. 

Well, it became a nightmare!

The first attempt was in the middle of the night as I struggled to understand the instructions (instructions I might add, written by someone who did not have in mind the type of techno-idiot trying to follow said "techno geek" type instructions).  Finally, I clicked on a button that sent an UGLY “RED” PLAYER to the TOP of my birthday segment.  It was awful!  And it had absolutely NO songs on the play list.  I struggled until 2 in the morning and finally got the darned thing off (only I didn’t write down any of the things I did).   
Then,  January 25^th I was trying again.  Stubborn?  Who me?  You bet your sweet “bippy” I am!  Determined to succeed I plunged headlong down the path to madness again.  The results were much the same.  Only I failed to understand that I had only put the player on a single new page not on my entire blog as a gadget (which. like an idiot, was my original intention).  
Again,  I worked for hours, on into the wee hours of the morning, and could not get the thing off my blog.  I started making comments on my own blog so my followers would understand what was happening.  My eyes were red (and so was my rear I'm sure)!

Couldn't find a clip art on red rears (that I could post anyway).

$#*! HOW DO I GET THIS )@^^ THING OFF OF HERE!

By Out of My Mind on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/11

H E L P! I’ve tried everything. That's what I get for messing around with something I know nothing about.

By Out of My Mind on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/1

I went to design and it doesn't even show up. I DON'T WANT IT HERE! Awh, mannnnnnn!

By Out of My Mind on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/11

When I went to my blog the next morning this is what I found:

I thought this was a new post, but then I saw your comments haha!

By Irene Cortez on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/11

But more to the point this next one made me crack up:

Remove the post ? maybe? By M on Listen to Eveything Happens To Me on 1/26/11

Well, DUH! What a Maroon!  I was so sure that I had posted the entire thing on my entire blog that I never thought to pop in and delete the darned thing in the first place.  So that is what I did.

"Now, THAT was fun!  Did
you see her face when she discovered
what we did?  Talk about lol!

But, here is the more interesting part. Everything Happens To Me, was not on my play list.  HONEST!  And the word Everything was spelled without an "r"  (it is spelled right on the playlist site).  So, I’m, thinking it’s that old Computer Related Attacks by Poltergeists (C.R.A.P.) again!

Now, dare I try again? You bet!


kt 2/2011

#115-SUNDAY'S SONG (When The Rain Comes by Third Day)

I TURN TO MUSIC TO BE CLOSER TO GOD.  THERE ARE SOME WONDERFUL SONGS OUT THERE.  YOU'LL NOTICE THAT SO MANY OF THE SONGS ADDRESS PROBLEMS AND HARD TIMES.  HE NEVER PROMISED US THERE WOULD BE NO CHALLENGES IN LIFE.   SOMETIMES, NO OFTEN, WE GET ANGRY AND BLAME GOD WHEN THINGS GO WRONG.

WE ARE NOT PUPPETS ON A STRING TO BE MANIPULATED BY OUR FATHER.  USUALLY IT IS A CHOICE WE MADE OR THE CHOICES OF OTHERS FOISTED UPON US, THAT PUTS US IN A BAD PLACE.  kt2011

#114-AND I QUOTE: “Eweuuuuuuu!”

Woops there goes another
rubber tree plant!

-         When I was in college at San Jose State I had a beautiful rubber tree plant, BUT one of my “room mates” had a cat.  Now, this cat (much to my dismay) apparently heard the word flowerpot and zeroed in on the word POT because that is what she used it for!

She refused to use her sand box.  She, (being a persnicity feline) preferred the natural earthier comode provided

by the unwitting plant's owner.  The “ROOM MATE” would scoop out the more disgusting part of the cat’s deposits, however this left the foul odor to contend with.  ‘THE ROOM MATE” (who was becoming less popular as the days wore on) would occasionally scoop out some dirt and pour in some fresh soil (didn’t help much).

Finally the end of the semester came and we all headed home.  She with her cat, and I with a sickly plant (and a friend who was going to stay with me).  The plant was placed on the back seat of my small car along with most of our stuff.  We had to drive with the windows down because of the stench coming from the plant (but I was determined to get her home, repot her, and once again have a beautiful, flourishing rubber tree plant).

Halfway home I got sleepy and my friend volunteered to drive for me.  She had never driven

a Renault before (it was a cute, small, rear engine, French car that got great gas mileage).  

We were about to experience what it was like to FLIP a cute, small, rear engine, French car that got great gas mileage.

Debbie was changing lanes only to discover that there was a crack between the two lanes.  When the small tires momentarily caught on the crack it caused the car to swerve.  When Renne’ (that’s what I called my car)  swerved Debbie over corrected and the little car darted quickly to the left (toward the center median).  The die was cast.  A witnesses said, “One minute she was traveling down the road then she went into a zigzag.  Before I could blink she went right into the grassy part and flipped!”

I was sleeping and rudely awakened by a scream.  When I opened my eyes I was sitting with my feet hanging out the front window with dirt all over me.  

Debbie and I were fine, but the car wasn’t (neither were my Mom and Dad.  You see this was the second time they had to pick me up after an accident on the way home from college = another story).

Since my friend and I had a few hours to kill (waiting for my parents to drive up the coast road) we went to a movie.  First, we went to the restroom to wash up.  It was then that I noticed that Debbie had dirt in her ear.  In fact she had it all over.  About the same time she noticed I was covered, also.  At the same time we BOTH knew where all of that dirt came from (THE PLANT) and squealed, “Eweuuuuuuu!” simultaneously!

You should have seen the looks of the patrons visiting the restroom as we stripped and washed every inch of our bodies!  We never even got to see the movie.  We were too busy trying to dry our clothes (and that was before they had hand blow dryers)!

Oh, yes, "The plant?" you ask.  I have heard stories of an extremely large rubber tree plant growing on on the median somewhere outside of San Louis Obispo.

And, "The room mate?" you wonder.  Me too, never saw her again (by design).
(Wait, aaah, Joy, if you are reading this I really didn't mean that last comment, honest!)


OK, here's my chance to try something new.  
Is this story 100% true, partly true, or a total fabrication?  
Let me know what you think when you comment.

kt2011

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