Socks Appeal

WELCOME TO
Six Word Saturday
Nearly Sunday!

(PLEASE NOTE: If this blog entry leaves you hungry for more, head on over to Cate’s SHOW MY FACE , a veritable chock-full of others’ present life descriptions in a phrase using just six words.)

SIX WORDS:
Waaay behind. Got to

catch up:

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY
SATURDAY--
almost Sunday!

"I GUESS I KINDA lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. ~~ No, I didn’t. Just kidding. I just said that to illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when someone kills someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet." –Jack Handey

JUST CALL ME
Judy Carne.

The Original Sock-It-to-Me Girl.

I LIKE SOCKS!

Dear Miss Longstocking,
You wear them well.
Love, SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

COUNTLESS ARE THE NIGHTS that I find myself kneeling at my bedside, saying "Forgive me, Father, for I have socked." Not meaning to say I buy every pair of socks I see-- just the ones that shout, "Wear me, feel good!" And some days, I’m not opposed to donning different flavors on each foot, primarily to

double my pleasure!

I KNOW MY medicine AND when to take it.

IT’S NO WONDER Sock Puppets (capitalized, because in my book they are truly deserving.) hold a special place in my heart. Never an old sock be trash can-doomed at my house, as it might be

somebody
just waiting to happen.

AND DID YOU further know,
as a smitch (AND still),
one of my best friends was a couple of

these
made into a primate?

SOME DAY, I WILL go to there, to one of my Before the Earth Ends Destinations: the way of the rogue sock. As a fellow non-conformer, I, too, want to experience that happy Neverland (It’s just GOT to be a happy place, otherwise they’d come back, right?), where I’d follow the path of the Chosen One: that one sock that doesn’t re-enter our world when the clothes dryer stops. I want THAT ticket to ride! And, if fate won’t see it my way, then

ONE WORD: sockrebleu!

OH, BEFORE YOU take leave of this SparkleFarkled episode, treat yourself to a special presentation of "Mr.Blue Sky"! (Please do "click" the video clip of Guzzy and Zake topping my sidebar.). I promise you, it will NOT disappoint!

Sock on,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, My Mollo and Teddy Kennedy

Mind Your Peas and Qs

LAYING

Illustration: Jessie Willcox Smith
a finger aside of my nose

a table mitre

(COME ON. Are you really all that surprised
my bishop’s hat look’s more like a clown’s?)

atop o’ my head (NOTE: Possibly, other participants opted to NOT put their napkins on their heads.) and packing that of which will sooner or later make the trip to my mouth, I, like so many other letter-players chipping in on ABC Wednesday ( <---"Click" here, or on sidebarring button —> ), have just ceremoniously spooned the alphabet’s "sixth" from

Photo credit: Bon Appetit
my soup!

That last part’s sort of tongue twisty.
Enough to make

Sylvester
spit, do you think?
MAYBE.

ON TODAY’S MENU:

(Pea "F" Flyer?)
is for...


fresh corny on the cob!

***regressing (<–-pleasant way of saying "flaking out")***

Will the REAL P. F. Flyers please stand up?

SORRY, NO SPECIAL prize for the winner, but do you know what the P. F. in P. F. Flyers stands for? Right! Posture Foundation! (It has to do with the "wedgie" insole support.) As a smitch, I always thought the P. F. stood for "Pretty Flowers." Actually, it was an intentional, but unsuccessful stab at spell-casting positive thinking on my part. My best friend’s older brother wore P. F. Flyers. CONSTANTLY, if you get my drift. When he took those babies off, which was a deliberate habit with him whenever Kathy and I were around, trees would defoliate. One time, Kerry came along with us out to my Aunt Mildred’s dairy farm, where he proceeded to disrobe his feet. I feared he would drop the whole herd! Whew! THAT was definitely a close one!

Gotta run! (A pair of those canvas shoes might fair me well right about now.)

FOUR WORDS:

Give

a chance.

Bye the Bye!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, my Mollo.

The Secret’s In the Sauce

HAPPY
Erin Go Bark!

"MAY YOU ALWAYS understand
what’s being said to you." –John O’Neill

A FEW MONDAYS BACK, I decided to get caninely and Irishy green around the edges (hopefully) every first day of the work week for as long as the kibbles (aka ideas) hold out, by delivering a bow-wowed, feel good blessing inspired by my beloved pupsy companion, Janey O’ Sullivan, who says everything without having to say anything too out loudly and, occasionally, author John O'Neill as well, to warm the cockles and gently jumpstart the week ahead. Then, it’s your turn:

Fetch!

THAT IS TO say, card-shuffle the poochified approbation above and bark expound on it! Or, heck, just name something favorite of yours that is green. Today, the former be mine.

I LIKE TV.

A lot.

***stands taller, head a smitch more uppered, and get’s serious***

It is educational and

The secret’s in the sauce.
thought provoking.

ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING SAID on there can set your wheels to turning. For instance, over the weekend, I eared this:

"I WAS, UH, JUST decorating my Christmas tree and I was wondering, is there a trick to stringing cranberry sauce?" –-Howard Borden,

The Bob Newhart Show, Season 4, Episode 15

SQUIRREL!!!

I simply loove

Paint By Numbers!

They fascinate me!

SO TEXTURED.
So... so...

(Uh-huh: he who will give you the answer that you'll endorse.)
so finger-lickin’ creamy!

YOU WON’T FIND

Serpico? Is that you?!
colours like this
in a box of Crayolas.

NO SIREE

Bob.

I REMEMBER the whole process (Boy, would I ever! Like to get my hands on a vintage kit, that is.) to be so re... lax... innng...

All those

corralled, white spaces

patiently waiting for designated colours (that shouldn’t go outside the lines, but WOULD-- but, no matter because, because... well, just BECAUSE)

to breathe life into them.

UNCONDITIONAL ART-LOVE IS what’s right with the world. Feel free to quote me.

WHERE WAS I???

***gets back on track***

I’VE HAD MORE than my share of Howard Borden Moments. In fact, time was in the late 70s, when my HBM count grew so BIG that, thinking in terms of a namesake, I christened my new cat "Howard." Fortunately, I would MUCH later realise that my Borden brain activity was just a youthful, airheadedness I would someday conquer (Okay, wiseguy, humour me. LOL!), while the child-like navigator on The Bob Newhart Show was destined to remain just that.

THAT ISN’T TO SAY, I don’t have

my "moments,"

which are sometimes "encouraged" by others: A smitch back during a travel, my daughter and I arrived late one night to our motel. She stayed back, while I went to rustle us up some grub. As I approached a somewhat darkened fast food place, the two itching-to-punch-out employees, hanging outside by their cars, said, "Yeah, we’re still open," and followed me in. A big guy, and I do mean BIG, who looked like a younger, version of

Lurch
(He seemed friendly enough, so, heck, no problem.)

immediately sent my ready-in-my-head daughter’s order through, but I had yet to make up my mind. Getting myself all nervous because I was well aware of the fact that the two Burger Kings attending to me wanted to call it a day, turned the

extensive overhead menu
into scramble egg-words, so I decided to just ask:

Me: Do you have veggie burgers?
Lurch: I can make you one.
Me: (still trying to locate the listing on the menu) Oh. So you DO offer them?
Lurch: I can make you one.
Me: Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trou–
Lurch: (interrupts) What would you like on it?
Me: Just a little catsup, and some lettuce, too. And can I have a diet cola and some fries with that, please? (sincerely smiling)
Lurch: (fingers pressing cash register keys so manically, I seriously thought he would start bleeding) Of course. (rabid fingers pressing a variety of new keys. Did I just see blood?! No that’s gotta be catsup.) I rang you up as a "Combo," saving you seventy-eight cents.
Me: (paying) Why thank you, I appreciate it. And thanks for making the veggie burger, too.
Lurch: (gives BIG Lurch happy expression, then heads to the kitchen.)

~~~BACK AT THE MOTEL, A HOP , SKIP, AND A WHILE LATER~~~

Me: (hands Puppet her food; drools while unwrapping own) Man, am I ever hungry! I haven’t had a thing to eat all day!

I TAKE one big LURCH-SIZE bite
and my face goes like

THIS!!!

THE ADDAMS' FAMILY BUTLER made me a veggie burger ALRIGHT. He had carefully "designed" enough catsup to create the illusion of a quarter pound burger patty! Puppet and I never laughed so hard! I quickly gave the receipt a looksee: hamburger bun: $.79, lettuce: $.35, and condiments: No CHARGE. What. A. Guy!

TWO WORDS: vending machine

Some bones are better laughed about, than picked!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, my Mollo.

Yes, Let the Joyous News Be Spread!

WHOA! DID YOU SEE THAT?! A cow just floated by the window! That’s THE big indicator, alright: the DAY of days has finally arrived!!! Pull yourself up to a

Originally downloaded by Sweet Rewards
a wickedly delicious cupcake
AND a couple of

cups of Joe
(This SparleFarkled episode promises to be just about as long as the movie!).

WE’RE ABOUT TO

(Wouldn’t an Ozzy countryscape-inspired patchwork quilt be fun?!)
ooze Oz all the live long!

WELCOME!
Welcome
to my participation in the

70th anniversary celebration
of the film release of
The Wizard of Oz
hosted by Twyla and Lindsey at
Two Crazy Crafters!

BUT, BEFORE THIS SHOW gets on
the Yellow Brick Road,
there’s just this one first thing first:

WHAT ABOUT THOSE

LITTLE KNOWN Oz Factoid: Ben Stiller’s "Don’t try to stop me, Ma Ma, I’m going to Hollywood!" great-grandfather Theodore "Ted," " Teddy," "The Tedster," "Tedward Bear" (name most often and affectionately called on the Oz set) Stiller played the lead fighter pilot in our favorite emerald green film classic of 1939. Apparently, it wouldn’t matter how TALL Anne Meara’s genes were; the height thing was a strong family trait passed down from generation to generation.
scary looking, winged monkeys?!

THEY’RE ENOUGH TO freak anyone out! To this day, I keep one eye up, whenever I find myself planted in a dark, wooded area. So, here’s the deal: this is the ONLY time the subject of sky-bound, mutant chimpmen with bad boy tendencies will come up in this conversation. Otherwise, I can surely count on a visit from them in my dreams tonight.

LET’S

Deputy Barney Fife: "He’s the Horse of a Different Color" you’ve heard tell about."
If you watch him long enough, Bernard will morph from green to blue to purple,
and then, back to green again.
Nip it, while the nipping’s good.

***shakes off vile, flapping primate thoughts
and the world immediately brightens into a
sunny, Technicolor existence, just like when

Dorothy opened the farmhouse door***

THE TIME IS juuust right for admiring some of my keepsakes, hand-picked from the splendor of The Wizard of Oz, each one listed in order of that much closer
to my ultimate favourite:

THE

credits,
those of which I still watch for
my name to magically appear!

Glinda’s gown
Need I say more?

That little
"Owp!" sound
Dorothy makes

the instant the house lands.

Photo credit: Domesticat
"I CAN’T WAIT forever
to get those shoes."
--The Wicked Witch of the West

The Lullaby League,

who looks like frosting tastes!


The Emerald City Doorman

"Well, bust my buttons!"
As a Munchkin smitch, I found him to be
the funniest man alive! Rip Taylor would
later channel him.
***tosses confetti in homage***

The Cowardly Lion

putting his "If I Weres" to song–- with an accent on the part when a crock is cracked and he is "kinged." After witnessing this spectacle, a child-me was always tempted to go nuts in my aunt’s gardening shed. It would have been sooo easy to make crowns from all of her terra cotta pots!

Toto’s BIG up-stage:
as Dorothy approaches Professor Marvel’s

meals-on-wheels
(That’s definitely how the dog saw it.),

the velvety smooth aroma of chestnuts hot dogs roasting on an open fire, permeates the air, cuing Toto to his (in reality, her) Oscar Mayer moment.

Right before

The Kill.

ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING about
Judy Garland as Dorothy Gale,
but especially

her as an ingredient
in the large Poppy Posy Salad
with Snowdrop Dressing!
Flowers and winterhints:
there’s nothing I find more soothing AND exhilarating
at the same time!
(And NOT to forget that dash of "Dot"!)
This Oz scene ALWAYS renews me.

AND GUESS WHAT?
Sometimes in my dreams, the snowflakes turn into

Photo credit: Zamzows
White Cabbage butterflies!

WANT TO SEE something uncanny?

"Poppy Field Near Vetheuil" by Claude Monet

WOW, huh?!

AND NOW,
the piece de resistance
from my collection of Oz Feel Goodies:

DO pay attention to that

cruller
behind the curtain!

BELIEVE IT OR not, I was born with one of these
better-than-doughnuts fry cakes in each of my little,
baby fisties (I actually fed off them in utero.)

SO, SEEING AUNTIE EM enter the farmyard with a plateful of them for everybody and their brother (Maybe the chicklings passed, I’m not sure.) was like some sort of weird epiphany for me. During that very first time watching The Wizard of Oz, and intermittently after (Oz wasn’t televised yearly back then; memories had to serve me.), I was certain Mrs. Gale eyed me, offering a cruller with a nod only detectable to yours tah-ruly. (I’m positive she singled me out, as my sister and Knuckle Matt, watching the movie with me, didn’t reach toward the television screen like I did, when the platter was being passed.) This Gales and sidekicks’ ritualistic eating of oblong, glazed cakettes from Heaven ("My name is SparkleFarkle and I AM AN ADDICT." It's the God's honest; see sidebar image —>) was, by all means, a sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something really BIG–- a spiritual flash that would change the way I viewed myself: CRULLERS?! "These are truly MY people!" thought a humbled and forevermore-blessed, young SF~~~~~*. It’s understandable, then, why I NEVER fail to look for my name to magically appear in The Wizard of Oz cast list.

I COULD BEND your ear for hours and then some about this new perception of reality availed to me without warning --YES, intuitively realized through a movie-fresh batch of crullers-- but as one of this film’s biggest fans was once heard to say,

SEVEN WORDS:

"YOU GOTTA KNOW

Designers: Stephen Weiss and Kunihi Kasahara
when to fold ‘em."
–-Kenny Rogers

Lollipops

AND

rainbows,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

P.S.

Photo credit: Jeanne Heilman
"Oh, you’re the best friends
anybody ever had!"

(ACTUAL POSTING TIME: 4:45 AM Central, Saturday, August 22, 2009)
RIP, my Mollo.