Welcome to Sunday Stealing. Here we will steal all types of questions from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find the most interesting and intelligent questions. Cheers to all of us thieves!
Princess Ladybug tells us, “Don’t mind the crown. I’m really the jester around here.” She’s the one who turned to her ABCs to give us this meme.
The Alphabet Meme: Now We Know Our ABC’s
Answer these questions with anything from a single word to a paragraph or two. It’s up to you.
A is for Age. 73. I can remember it because it’s tied to my birthday 7 <arch.
B is for your Booze of choice. Kahlúa, though I don’t drink it often.
C is for Career. Librarian, which I probably should have figured out bearlier than I did.
D is for your Dog’s name. Stealing this paragraph from a 2023 Sunday Stealing, which is efficient, ironic, or both. In my life, I had only one dog. He was named Lucky Stubbs. I believe he was an Alaskan husky we had when I was a tween. He would nip at me, but my parents, specifically my father, seemed unconcerned. That is, until he bit one, or maybe both, of the minister’s daughters. THEN they got rid of him, ostensibly to a farm in the area.
E is for Everyday Essentials. Leaving the home, the mantra is keys, wallet, phone.
F is for your Favorite Food. Lasagna
Games people play
G is for your favorite Game. There are LOTS of games, and they’ve changed a lot depending on who’s available to play. If I have to play alone, Spades, Pinochle, and Backgammon are on my phone. But it’s been Hearts, Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit… I can’t even keep track. Songs are both Games People Play, totally different pieces by Joe South and the Spinners.
H is for your Hometown. Binghamton, which I haven’t written about since Thursday.
I is for an Instrument you play. Kazoo. Or a comb with paper, which sounds like a kazoo.
J is for your favorite Jam or Jelly flavor. Strawberry, which, BTW, is also my favorite ice cream flavor. Song: Strawberry Letter #23 by the Brothers Johnson; I LOVE this song.
K is for Kids. One daughter, who I haven’t mentioned in this blog since last month.
L is for the Last show or movie you watched. It was CBS Saturday Morning from the previous week, not yesterday.
M is for your most prized possession. Perhaps it’s the series of books from Record Research compiled by the late Joel Whitburn about the pop charts. They bring me joy.
N is for the Name of your first crush. I’m not sure. Maybe Diane?
O is for what you observe from your window. The glare off the roof of our car.
P is for Phobias. Mild claustrophobia. I think I have had agoraphobia, and occasionally, it’s still lurking in certain situations.
All together now
Q is for your favorite Quote. From You Can Make It If You Try by Sly and the Family Stone. Push a little harderThink a little deeperDon’t let the plasticBring you down (Ask me tomorrow and I’ll give you a different answer.)
R is for Regret. I wish Frank Sinatra were right when he sang: “Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention.” I have quite a few, but only one I feel like sharing.
S is for Sweets. Oatmeal raisin cookie
T is for the Time you wake up. Lately it’s been about 8:30 a.m., but it depends on schedules.
U is for Underwear. Yes. Oh, briefs, T-shirt.
V is for your favorite Vegetable. Spinach.
W is for your Worst habit. Overthinking.
X is for X-rays. Ah, the Utah story, which is certainly one of my regrets. The in my knee is ongoing.
Y is for your Yummiest recipe. Betty Crocker cookbook lasagna.
Z is for your Zodiac sign. Pisces. Somewhere in this house, I have an extensive reading on the locations of the moon and the planets that someone got for me. I found it fairly on point, considering I don’t put much stock in astrology.
I should go with the obvious. Jackson 5ive. I could sing the Jermaine parts in the day, but NEVER Michael’s.
Thank you for playing! Please come back next week.
Beautiful glass work at the top of your blog
I love lasagne too.
I’ve said before that I could have seen myself as a librarian. I still can to be fair and have considered volunteering in the local library – maybe.
:o)
Cheers
PM
Many years ago, my sister was driving me to the mall and a Jackson Five song was on the radio. I was singing along with Michael’s part . . .and my sister told me to stop singing!! I’m an alto – I can’t sing his part!
This is a retirement project
I’ll have to shelve it until I get the fine