Author: Dianne

Lassie, Come Home

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Somehow my sister had the misfortune of being called Lassie when she was younger. Only by Mom and me. I think. It was her lovely, blonde, Farrah Fawcett hair, I suppose, which prompted thoughts of Lassie’s lovely, blonde, flowing hair, er… fur. It was all in fun, anyway. Not like we thought of my sister as a brave, brilliant dog, or anything. Cause we didn’t. And she’s not. A dog, that is.

In the fourth season, after the Millers acted as a foster family for a seven-year-old named Timmy for the summer, Gramps passed away. Ellen needed to be in the city where she could give music lessons and Jeff could attend high school. Knowing the city was no place for a big dog who was used to running free, Jeff left Lassie with Timmy. Courtesy of lassieweb.org

In the fourth season, after the Millers acted as a foster family for a seven-year-old named Timmy for the summer, Gramps passed away. Ellen needed to be in the city where she could give music lessons and Jeff could attend high school. Knowing the city was no place for a big dog who was used to running free, Jeff left Lassie with Timmy. Courtesy of lassieweb.org

One day she was at a friend’s house (we’ll call her Betsy*) and it would seem her friend knew about the Lassie moniker, because I called  Betsy’s house and a female voice answered. The female voice sounded like Betsy, so the following conversation ensued:

Me: Is Lassie there?

Allegedly Betsy: Who?

Me: Lassie

Supposedly Betsy: Cassie?

Me: No. Lassie.

Maybe Betsy: Who?

Me (realizing that perhaps this is NOT Betsy after all): Um, is Susan** there?

Not Betsy: Uh, yes, just a moment.

Fortunately for me we did not have Skype or FaceTime or any other such video phone devices since it was back in the dark ages and all. How incredibly embarrassing and ridiculous I sounded while speaking to Betsy’s mother who did not know that my sister was nicknamed after a dog.

 

* name changed to protect the innocent.

** name not changed as that’s my actual sister’s actual name, not her dog name.

Brand New Blog

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While this blog is brand new, blogging is not for me. I blogged on and off (more off in recent years) since the fall of 2006. Good times and my blog really fit me. For a time. I’ve been wanting to blog again, but I could just never get in the groove. I began to feel that a lot had changed since my early blogging days and maybe it was time for a fresh start. So I’ve been writing material which could become blog posts while waiting for a new blog name. Somehow, the naming of a blog seems to be the hardest part for me. Even my other blog wasn’t started for some time for lack of a name.

western NEI recently took a road trip with my sister, niece, and Caleb for volleyball nationals in Minneapolis. I did most of the driving because I love to drive and am good with being the driver. My sister has to drive a lot in normal life and she’s good with being not the driver. On our way home, driving west across Nebraska, we had a patch of where we were both just super tired. Hard-to-keep-your-eyes-open tired. Found the next rest stop and got out for some air and leg stretching. I knew I needed some eye drops for these dry, tired eyes. I also remembered that I had a package of cherry Pop Rocks in my bag, so I pulled those out.

Pop Rocks are so much fun. How can anyone have Pop Rocks in their mouth and NOT have a blast?

It turned out that the answer for wide-awake driving was Pop Rocks and eye drops. Who knew?

Pop Rocks and Eye Drops seemed to be the one name that keeps coming up and I’m tired of writing in Evernote for a non-existent blog, so here we are. New day, new blog, and we’ll see where this goes. If you’d like to learn more about me than you may ever want to know, click the About tab up at the top. Enjoy!