Saturday, September 02, 2017

Strange Compare To What

About ready tell my readers I usual type my post using open office and which wouldn't be quite the truth. Not sure what I think about this open office. I know there a learning curve. 

Murphy and I made trip to Bonners Ferry. But before we headed there. I stop by Liz place and fed her cats. She been staying with her brother in law Regis.
Still before that I swung by the Naples store area and hid my two rocks.
Notice a young girl on a bike hiding rocks. As I was hiding my two I saw a mom with her I'm assuming is was her two sons. I said to her "Good Morning out hiding rocks" with a smile. Her reply was "Hiding and looking" 
We both went on our seperate ways.

Time for a little self therapy. I've post a few times about dreams I had in the past. My dreams usual involves strangers. Well I believe I figure out why my dreams of strangers.
Confession time...I always felt like a stranger around my family and Community. 
In so many ways I see my self as LISA SIMPSON and NED FLANDERS 
Confession time...I sure wouldn't claim to be overly intellgent or to much of a push over.

Most people I know don't like beef liver and onions. That's what we're having for dinner. Cucumbers and not sure what type of carbs.

September or lease the first part looks like it starting out hot.
Ready to start to paint some rocks. Confession time...Taking part in rock painting in  my community I don't feel like I'm such an outsider.

Coffee is on


  1. I'm sure it was fun meeting one of the 'rock' enthusiasts while hiding yours! Makes it worthwhile, doesn't it?

  2. So cool about the rocks. Sounds like fun.

  3. I remember liver and onions from when I was little, but mostly it was liver and bacon, but never beef liver, we had lamb liver and it was called Lamb's Fry, probably so kids didn't know it was liver. Mum never simmered it all day like some people did, she would slice it very thin and dip it in flour then fry it quickly in the same pan where she cooked the bacon so it got bacon flavour, then the liver and bacon would go on your plate next to the fired eggs. Yum.

  4. I often feel like an outcast. I'm yet to find a place where I really feel as though I belong.

  5. i like the painted rocks... brighten up the area a little.

  6. We never ate liver, my mother absolutely hated it.

  7. Oh my Goodness, Dora, I can so relate! Lisa (and maybe even ("stupid" Flanders)) - I´m an outsider, too, at least to SIL and most of Uncles/Aunts.
    Nice to not be alone.
    Liver, though... brrr...

  8. I'm new to the hiding of rocks but my daughter does something called Letter Boxing I believe. Not too sure what that is either. I must have been living under a rock. No pun intended.

  9. I've just found out that I'm very anemic Dora, but I'm still not eating liver 😀 Love the idea of rock painting and will do this with my grandchildren when they come overcast Christmas.

  10. Awesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing!
    Thank for your very good article...!
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