How ya like my hat? Gold O’s hat
I was chasing this very cute lady through Safeway this morning, then out of the store and into the parking lot, after the parking lot she was heading into Target, but before she walked into the store she turned around and threw this hat at me. I stopped, picked up the hat, put it on my head and went home proud to have a new hat.
Just meesin, bought it for a buck at a yard sale. What say you?
Let’s go O’s.
First off, thanks goes to those of you that entered your emails.
Today I will add some of my existing Facebook post of “How ya like my hat?” Please bare with me, after today and possibly tomorrow my post will settle down to only a couple a day. All of my new post will be linked to Facebook, which I will immediately delete. Then they will show up on my LinkedIn and Twitter accounts.
Thank you, so much!!!
How ta like my hat? Virginia hat
As you can tell this state of Virginia hat doesn’t fit very good. However, I didn’t realise that when the following happened.
While enjoying a tasty burger and fries at a local burger joint here in La Plata, I was accosted by a group of bald ladies.
They said, “that my hat and hair was atrocious.”
I said, ” I might understand your thoughts about my hair, but what’s wrong with my hat?”
Apparently the leader of the group spoke up and told me, “We’re from Georgia.”
I was wearing one of my favorite Tennessee hats, so I replied, “I’m actually from Maryland and our enemy is suppose to be Virginia.”
She pulled out this hat and said, “if you wear this hat and say Virginia is for Lovers, we will not humiliate you here in public.”
I thought for a moment and told her, “I’ll do it if you take a picture of me wearing it, so I can post it on my Facebook page.” So that’s how I got this hat.
Just messin, bought it for $2 at a local thrift store.
Carrie’s words: glass, beg and intent
The INTENT today was finding the right piece. Not close, it has to match the other three exactly. Carrie loves flea markets, thrift shops and of course trampling around town checking out all the yard sales. Yard sales are her favorite, because of the people she can meet. Some people ask her, “why are you buying everyone’s trash?,
She is quick to say, “that’s not so. I don’t buy anyone’s trash. I buy cheap treasures from people that are finished with them.”
She thought she finally found the right grass of tables. Plenty of dishes, cups, glasses, crystal and silverware. She thought, there it is, but she knows how to hide her excitement and slowly saunter to the end of the table. She held the piece up to the sky and was able to look straight through it, no prism. She was very depressed when she said, “dog gone it,” but still tried the second test. As she wet her index finger and rubbed it around the top of the GLASS. Yep, it was glass not crystal.
A fellow yard saler heard her comment and said, “I’m looking for crystal too.”
“What piece are you looking for?”
“The very same piece as you. I already checked that one out. I need one to complete my set of eight.”
“Are you serious? I need one to complete my set of four.” She thought for a moment and decided to BEG her for one of hers.
As an American, who loves my country. I have to admit: I hate what we did to the Native American, we came here and took what wasn’t ours, their land, their country. At the same time we enslaved another culture of people, while we were declaring our freedom and independence from England. I sure hope we learn from our mistakes and don’t get what we deserve. Please Lord God forgive us and protect us from our enemies.
The Houseboat Poet 