“Be Sincere – Be Brief – Be Seated”

This is so typical of me to just jump in, go for something then think about it afterwards. A blog spot sounds like fun (my mind tricked me into believing). That was yesterday and now today the reality begins…

So I thought to myself – self I said what do I say? I have no special intellect which comes my way or skill that would impress, so I will borrow a thought from
Franklin D. Roosevelt;
“Be Sincere – Be Brief – Be Seated”
These very words seem like a good place to begin a blog. I will do my best to
Be Sincere as the dictionary describes “honest and unaffected in a way that shows what is truly and deeply felt”
Be Brief - I hope to set a smile your way with as little verbiage as possible, amusing myself and hopefully you as well.
Be Seated Although not exactly what was originally meant by be seated. Interrupting this my way suggest that I will be seated in front of the computer consistently with a new idea or thought once a week. I have a goal to input something new each Monday morning. So with that in mind I will borrow more words from the former President “When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on”

I hum just because I can!

Some long years ago when I was around sixteen years of age, I remember sitting with my Memaw (southern for grandmother) in the living room of her home in East Tennessee. A gaggle of her friends, older southern woman joined us. They talked and lightly sipped Memaw's famous iced tea on a steamy summer afternoon. I enjoyed myself but was sure to hold my hands gently in my lap recollecting mannered lessons taught me as a child.
Each woman shared with me tidbits of their knowledge earned from experience and I felt their wisdom. That was until a few began discussing how they had never driven a car and would never drive - ever! I tried hard to conceal my surprise and coughed away a chortle. "Ah-hum, How do you get around" I queried? They went on to say (think southern accent here) "Why our husbands always drive us." and even if their husbands died they wouldn't learn to drive, they just did not feel the need to do so at "their age".
Being a new driver myself I was completely amazed that they would miss the opportunity to drive and the freedom it gives. (I should have started writing my screen play that very day, called "Driving Miss Memaw")... Anyway,
I never wanted to be "that old" I vowed that day I would always try to do something new no matter how old I got. I might have re thunk that idea so long ago, if I knew a techy, twittery, blogging computer world awaited... but with that I boldly say - Start your engines Ladies! I hum just because I can!