Going Out On a Limb Because, Heck, Why Not? Our Knuckle-Dragging Forefathers Did

Little does the Rutherford family know,

they are about to be paid a visit by a "long, lost relative."

"IT’S INTERESTING to think that my ancestors used to live in the trees, like apes, until finally they got the nerve to head out onto the plains, where some of them were probably hit by cars." –Jack Handey

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY!

Did you have

Source: JoCo History (Jennings Family)
lots
of Thanksgiving Day fun?

ONE WORD: Full.

ME, TOO, and I’ve got more good news to share!

Fortunately, I DIDN’T have to $pend

lots

during my Black Friday shopping! Yep, I had $et a limit and when I was about to go over it, a mall Santa struck a bargain with me: him offering to pick up the slack. I dunno...

I think I can trust him.

Time will telly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Sugar Plum Fairy dreams, my Mollo.

Shop Till You Droppers, Start Your Engines!

GRAB YOUR spoons! It’s time for another serving of ABC Wednesday, a weekly alphabet soup, this "go", heavily seasoned with letter number nineteen. For several more bowls of the "S" chowder (a looksee at other participating bloggers’ entries), there’s sure to a potful still simmering on the virtual burner. Just give the sidebarring button a click —>

is for...

Originally downloaded at Trends Updates
side orders,

the traditional Black Friday fuel of choice, so eating won’t chew holes in our well-mapped-out-the-day-before shopping itinerary.

(THANK YOU,

Baby Jesus,

for Puppet and I not being so much about the turkey, because pushing ourselves away from my sister-in-law’s pilgrim table (<– a blessing unto itself, let me tell ya, because she is a good cook –perhaps even Julia Child?!– only in HER OWN mind) earlier than the rest, allows us that much more time to navigate the inches-thick stack of sale ads that make up the Thanksgiving Day newspaper.)

YEPPERIBOB, HUMP DAY be a day of preparations of super-sized proportions:

1) Rob a bank (but even so, still be on the lookout for extra ca$h).
2) Gas-up the car ("Check" to its tires having been filled and rotated already. I did that on Saturday, just in case.)
3) Create a LARGE, easily accessible, center console space that eagerly awaits "The Maps" and coupons, and clear beverage holders of spent Kleenexes and old fast food "stuffing", in anticipation of strong coffee and hot cocoa cups.
4) Scoop up Christmas CDs and have them within plug-in reach in the jitney.
5) Place bedroom slippers in the glove box, as our

feet are sure to be square
by the end of the morning. (<–Uh-huh,

we’ll positootly be finished

by then.)

6) Have our BIG coats ready to go, and

comfortable shoes
lined up at the front door to slip into as soon as

we’re good to go, which will be early because I’ll

7) Remember to set the alarm for 2:00AM on Thursday night.

That is, if we sleep at all!

I HOPE I haven’t forgotten anything... Oh, yeah, a little something "to the wise" from The Man himself:

FIVE WORDS:
"Hang on to your receipts." –Santa Claus

Good shopping, Let’s Shoppers!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo.

Hats Off to This Thurday!

WHAT BETTER WAY to begin Thanksgiving week!

Photo credit: HubPages (<–Here be the recipe, too!)

These pilgrim YUMS definitely re-define
ONE WORD:
Gobble!

YEP AND UH-HUH, the above marks
my first contribution to

~~~ Sponsored by Just B :) ~~~

where the fun is all about
posting a little yellow or a lot!

Have a maizey day!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Sweet dreams, my Mollo.

EDIT: Actually, the recipe at the HubPages end makes no sense. Go to TASTE OF HOME instead. Thanks!

Getting That Much Closer to the Gobble-Gobble Feedbag!

ME SERVING turkey-shaped macaroni and cheese.
(You like? The dressing's the hard part.)

I'm good with Play-Doh, too.

***singing Nat King Cole-y to the tune of “The Christmas Song,”
but thinking Thanksgiving***

Green bean casserole on an open fire
Pumpkin pie nipping at your nose...

BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW I do impersonations.
. . . . .

YEP! We’re in the home stretch!

THREE WORDS: The Final Countdown!!!

BY THE BY, has anyone seen

the can opener?

IT'S TIME I get moving on my special recipe cranberry sauce. (Due to my kitchen history, I’ve been assigned relish tray detail again this year, as well.)

Five...Four...Three...Two...One-ing,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Sweet dreams, Mollo, you pumpkin pie lover, you!

I’m Not Naming Names, But...

Happy Holiday-tinged
SIX WORD Saturday!

The original "wrappers": The Fabulous Thunderbirds
Wrap it up, I’ll take it!

(FOR A LOOKSEE at what others are up to today, phrased or sentenced in six words, click SIX WORD Saturday Shout-outs , OR the SWS button in the passenger’s seat —>)

UH-HUH, TODAY will find me

Photo credit George Marks/gettyimages
Christmas camouflaging,
followed by

Photo originally downloaded by Madame Lamb
an over-the-river-and-
through-the-woodsy trip to

Photo credit: The British Postal Museum
the post office,
as I am participating
(Yes, actually I AM wearing pointy ears
AND elf green --for effect!) in

this special yuletide exchange

kindly sponsored by two of Mr. Claus’ closest friends, Kelly and Victoria. ***coming clean*** Okay, okay. My mailing headquarters is just two short blocks from my house, so I’ll probably not be sleighing it, BUT, garshdarnit, a girl can daydream the wintery, can’t she?! LOL! Winter nightdream, too: This be my favorite Robert Frost poem ("Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"), that of which I get lost in no matter what time of the year it is:

(In his own handwriting! Courtesy of Rocksea.com -copyright unknown)

FIVE MORE WORDS:

Illustrator: Sandra Evertson

Photo credit: Victor Keppler/gettyimages
Love and kisses,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest peacefully, my Mollo.

Infested, Tick-Tocking Wrist Tiara? Kenneth, What is the Frequency?!

Dan: (Rather enchantingly) "FLEA! FLEA fly! FLEA fly flo! Vista. Kumalata kumalata kumalata vista. Oh, no oh not ta vista. Esca meany sala meany, oh ah-do ah ot a meany. Esca meany sala meany, oh ah-do. Beep dot dilly dott de dot en doot-ten dotten shhh..." (Bet you weren’t aware of this side of the journalist, eh? Something new everyday, I tell ya!)

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY!

"YOU KNOW WHAT would be the most terrifying thing that could even happen to a flea? Getting caught inside a watch somehow. You don’t even care, do you." –Jack Handey

I’M THINKING "Another Grand Thing About Christmastime!": SPECIAL WATCHES! Not the impeccably tasteful, MAJORLY Swiss ones , but the faux diamonds-like-a-million-little-colored-stars-doing-a-twinkle-light-show-every-time-the-sun-catches-them-just-right

encrusty kind

that appear for gift-giving purchase, meticulously stacked on holiday-dressed decorator tables in the aisles in "Jewelry" of department stores this time of year, typically premiering early on Black Friday morning, a shopping experience my daughter Puppet and I will be wading in up to our elbows– possibly higher, again this year. (FYI FUN FACT: Did you know that when Jimi Hendrix sang "Have you ever been experienced?" he was actually singing about Black Friday, in particular his store-to-store quest in search of an over-the-top fancy "tick-tock" for his mom, in case she arrived on Christmas morning? (Hendrix would only see his mother sporadically before her death in 1958.) Likewise, shopping at the crack of the day after Thanksgiving was also the inspiration behind the band he later formed: The Jimi Hendrix Experience. (For the record, Jimi’s mother was a no show; to this day, nobody knows what happened to the watch.)

LOOKING BACK ON the Black Fridays

I have under my belt, I’ve never seen

"Fido" scratching fleas the hard way?
dog bugs

trapped under the crystals of any of the sell-‘em’-at-Yuletide, gem-flavored timepieces I’ve come across. But if I had, can you guess what I’d call them? Get ready to groan:

TWO WORDS:

Fleas Navidad!

SPEAKING SWISSY, because I sort of was --well, maybe not, but I am all for a strangely random connection, that’s for sure, and, also, I'm presently sucking on a Ricola <– That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?– when my sister and I were bitty smitches and my mother was driving up to our house after an outing, she would always "kindly" announce: "In Switzerland, it is against the law to slam your car door." I never knew if the "reminder" was based on truth (Not unlike

the cheese,
more than occasionally, holes could be found in

my Mothra’s
stories),

but I DID know Mom meant business: we’d quietly get out of the Rambler, awarding her style points for parenting skills on our way past her to the front door.

Had enough?
ME, TOO.

Best weekend to you!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest peacefully, my Mollo. Sweet dreams, Mr. Hendrix.

P.S. Got about two hours of free time
on your hands today?

Go see New Moon,

"now playing in a theater near you!" Puppet and I caught a 12:05 premiere this morning and it was fantastic! (<-- including a lot of laugh-out-loud moments!)

Taking Aame

Here’s the story:

IN RECENT entertainment (?) news I read that the latest Reality series "discovery" is once millionaire famous heartthrob

Willie Aames

(Charles in Charge, Eight is Enough, etc.),

who is now the star of the new VH1 debut special Broke and Famous (<– a title that pretty much explains it), which premiered a couple of Thursdays ago. (Sorry, Willie, so far, I’ve missed it.) Here’s the gist: Aames is heard to talk "rock-bottomness" while he works with a life coach for seven days who will give Willie $25,000 if he is successful in following the guy's advice.

SOUNDS LIKE ANOTHER Hollywood boo-hoo story? You’d think, but even though Willie’s never been good with handling the buck$ (and he knows it), which is exactly why he spiraled into poverty, wound up virtually homeless, divorced and cut off from his daughter, he at least tried getting back on his feet, admirably following the conventional work route (He was turned down for several jobs, including wilderness guide, but was finally hired by a construction company, but even then, he was forced into the garage sale world where he had to sell just about everything in order to make ends meet. Hmm. It’s puzzling: for someone who clAames to have never watched Broke and Famous, I could probably cough up Willie’s underwear size for you, if you wanted me to.) when stardom dried up and, quite frankly, because I’ve always liked him, I’ve been able to muster up a MAJOR smitch of compassion for him. (<– LOOKY! LOOKY! I’m still Queen of the Run-on Sentence!)

THIS BROKE AND FAMOUS deal, though...

I‘d much rather

Mr. Aames

be taking a less exposure-y path, because, hey, nobody wants to have to air their dirty laundry, especially when they’re down and out. Come on, is this what this guy really needs right now? I mean, why couldn’t it have just been as easy as this "If Only": Mike and Carol Brady would regret ever having let him go in the first place, and big favor him by hiring him back? Seriously, he was a great chief cook and bottle-washer, and the kids just loved him, not to mention Sam.

IN CLOSING, best of luck to you,

(You might have to squint to make this image the reality that it is.)
Willie,

in the amount of a

(ONE WORD:)

WE'RE ON your side, buddy (Lembeck?).

It's-too-bad-Charles-is-no-longer-in chargely,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

RIP, my Mollo.

P.S. Wish ME luck as well. I might being going straight to hell for this doppleganery-stab!

Wishful Thinking

Schneeweißchen und Rosenrot AKA Snow-White and Rose-Red playing themselves in the English-language version of the beloved German live-action fairytale film featuring fantastical (<– This is pushing it.) music arrangements by Milton DeLugg (whose best-remembered accomplishments will be his score for the cult kiddie movie, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, which starred a juvenile Pia Zadora, and his band-leading on Chuck Barris' notorious game show, The Gong Show), titled after them-- and in Storybook Color, no less! (Kiddie Matinees by Childhood Productions - Atlas Films). Rosy’s sister would later get her big break on a

late night talk show,
changing her name per Johnny Carson’s suggestion,

minutes before the curtain parted.

"A ROSY BY ANY OTHER NAME would smell as sweet, but if it’s a donut, sweeter."

--William Shakespeare, sort of.

is for the

rosy,

which is what makes me choose the apples that I do. I look for ones with just a hint of this "R," to insure that the true "core" of the fruit be mine. You see, when eating an apple, the first bite must be that of the rosy, as it’s where the wish is kept. If you don’t take the rosy out of the apple first, what you’ve wished for won’t come true. Uh-huh, isn’t life simple?! Yep, the way I see it, if you don’t get rosy-specific with an apple right at the start, then eating it is

ONE WORD: fruitless

FYI: THIS SAME WISH principle holds true for donuts as well, with the rosy being any bite of the cake, excepting the hole. There's many a wish in a

donut,
but not a hole lot. (<– Yes, sometimes I DO make myself sick.)

Best wishes,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo.

P.S. THIS HAS BEEN a "spoon" of ABC Wednesday, a weekly alphabet soup (which is always presented on a Tuesday?? --I dunno; beats me.-- unless you're "late" in posting, which I avoid because, why else? It could upset the apple cart. LOL! If it does come to that, though, remember where to take your first bites.), this "go" heavily seasoned with letter number eighteen. For several more ladles of "R" chowder (a looksee at other participating bloggers’ entries), there’s sure to be some still simmering on the virtual burner. Just give the sidebarring button a click —>

Put on Your Big Coat, We’re Going Tubing!

Happy Merry
SIX WORD
Saturday!

(Nobody, I repeat nobody, brings in the Sunday morning newspaper like Sam Elliot does. He should have at least gotten a nomination for his John Riggs role (Prancer, 1989). What were they thinking?! That’s it. They just weren’t thinking at all...)

Holiday eye candy* hits the spot!

TODAY, MY DAUGHTER Puppet and I continue with our weekend-long dashing through the snow and jiggling all the way via the DVD remote! Last night, we heralded in the self-imposed festive moodies by making a slight dent in a collection of Christmas movies* direct from the North Pole (<–Not really, it just sounds better than "rented from our local video store," and I’m sure the snow will be a lot whiter this year for me having said it that way.) that stacks nearly to the ceiling! (<– so much so, that we

crowned it
for effect!)

WE STARTED with

Prancer.

I simply looove that show! Not only does it smack loudly

of the reason for the season, but we again got to see

Cloris Leachman topnotching
with her performance as Mrs. McFarland,

AND

an infantile Johnny Galecki!

THIS MORNING, we’ll gather ‘round

"the hearth"
for

The Snow Man,

and then join

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
(Can I be Clarice the Doe this time? Pretty please??)
to resume antlered games.

Ahhh! and Ahhh, again!

*raises morning bowl of popcorn in one hand and

concession stand-size box of Junior mints in the other*

Let’s hear it for holiday movies*!

An additional

FOUR WORDS: the more, the merrier!

YOU'LL HAVE TO excuse me now,

I have to

plug in the "tree"!

May your small screen viewing be right,
And may all your jujubees be the ones you bite!
(*groooan* Who writes this stuff?!)
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Sweet Sugar Plum Fairy dreams, my Mollo.

P.S. FOR A LOOKSEE at what others are up to today, phrased or sentenced in six words, click SIX WORD Saturday Shout-outs, OR the SWS button in the passenger’s seat —>)