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Who among us didn’t LOVE The Sound of Music? (well, those of you my age)      Scrappy young Maria, so innocent, so beautiful.       What a passive aggressive hottie- the perfect postulant- or is she?       Thankfully she’s guided by the wise Mother Abbess (who I suspect had been around the block […]

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  • Molley Mills - Cute! The sound of Music is my little one’s favourite too!
    Thanks for hooking up to the Hump Day Hook UpReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Nicholl - Did you hear the music? Sometimes I crack MYSELF up! My pleasure Molley.ReplyCancel

  • Lucy Ball - Wow. Now you’ve got me making up my own verses! That was genius. Your pictures are absolutely gorgeous. But you know that. Right? 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - It was sorta genius wasn’t it. I’m like that. And PS: I left a piece of my heart in a recent post where you asked for… (I don’t want to finish this sentence here- but you know what I mean).xxxooo and please Pm me any time you need to scream. Eeegads. I’ve said too much.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Cheryl, you are a clever girl! So funny. I hope you and yours are having a fantastic holiday season. How could you not in that fabulous city?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You too Kathleen! Happy Holidays!!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Clever! don’t hate me but less than 2 weeks ago I was floating down the Danube on a Viking cruise, passing through Austria & watching the Sound of Music in my cabin. Do, a deer!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Love the ditty. Merry Christmas!ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Ray, a drop of golden sun – that’s you! Loved the new song and Merry ChristmasReplyCancel

“One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it:..”This is the opening line in the famous children’s book Through The Looking Glass (more commonly known as Alice In Wonderland) by Lewis Carroll.I just loved Alice when I was a kid. She was so spunky. Oh, what I wouldn’t have done to take a trip […]

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  • Anonymous - Love today’s whimsical post!
    Carol
    http://www.Carolcassara.comReplyCancel

  • A Pleasant House - Thanks Carol! I feel like I’m rambling a bit- either that, or it’s the menoblur. Eeee!ReplyCancel

  • afterthekidsleave.com - LOL…I know exactly what feeling you mean. For me, my mirror image more or less matches my internal image of myself. It’s when I see photos that I wonder who on earth that grim-looking old broad is! 🙂ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - What’s worse is looking at photo’s from ‘before’ and wondering where that went? I still feel 30!ReplyCancel

  • Travels with Tam - Rambling is good. Sort of like free association therapy.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Yes, but my poor readers!ReplyCancel

    • bethteliho - I agree with your earlier commenter – my mirror image (usually) speaks true to how I feel, it’s when I see photos of myself that I get all judgy and freaked out!

      BTW – The picture of Dorian Grey is one of my favorite novels.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know. What a novel! Remember the movie? Holy Shit!ReplyCancel

  • littlemisswordy - What a fun post!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I guess I don’t have a good sense of humor when it comes to you. Because I think you are beautiful and don’t ever need to make a pact with anyone! Loved this post….ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Even though we have only met once, we did experience a connection didn’t we? I think you’re beautiful just the way you are also. So- let’s make a pact- we stay friends forever and you keep your sense of humor. At least about me.ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - I enjoyed this quaint, capricious post – shifting between darkness and cherished childhood memories. You have a distinctive style that draws me in.ReplyCancel

  • Manal The Go Go Girl - Nothing good ever comes out from making a deal with the devil. From the pictures I see and your posts, I can tell that you’re a beautiful woman inside and out. You could brighten a full room when you walk in especially if you always have these orange and yellow colors on. Great post! Cheers!ReplyCancel

  • Tarana Khan - I still love to pick up Through The Looking Glass, but I must get my hands on the others book! I’ve had moments where I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I’m afraid to look. Oh, how I’ve neglected myself since becoming a mom. Or maybe I’m just lazy!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Very funny!

    Have you seen the more recent version of Dorian Gray?ReplyCancel

Once Upon A Time…     in a land to the West, with wishes carved out of dreams and hubris, over the hills (and any resemblance to rational thought) lived a ‘fair maiden, with hair as dark as night and eyes that could melt a frozen Margarita’.She had been orphaned by BOTH of her parents soon […]

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  • Patty Rumaker - Well now! How cool is that! Great story! Loving that front door. Pining!
    Patty at Home and Lifestyle DesignReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - Portuguese nuns lived my house… not the same at all. LOL! What an enjoyable, smile-producing piece! There is nothing like the glamour of Old Hollywood!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Jesus (sorry) If I lived in a house that had housed nuns I’d probably be hovering above a bed with some kind of devil’s mark burned on my forehead. I don’t think they’d have liked me the way Old Hollywood seems to. LOL. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I love this story! I love any story that involved old Hollywood, because that is where my heart lies. You don’t have to tell me who Ann Sheridan is (!!!). Wowee, wow, wow, WOW! What a great story.

    P.S. How did you make your photo Pinterest ready. So cool.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know! Old Hollywood is THAE BEST! As for the pinterest ready button- I’m a tech wizard- and I contacted Julie DeNeen.ReplyCancel

  • enchantedseashells.com - That is SO cruel. You have true creed, that’s for sure, and you are THAT close to Bogie. I am so jell!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Really interesting, but I’m also curious about the dead body. No way I could do that kind of partying now.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - The young man who built the house and was the first to live in it, died of Typhoid Fever in the upstairs master bedroom and was laid out in the front parlor. He was only 23 and left a wife and child (so sad). They only stayed on about a year and then sold. I don’t know what happened to them after that. Houses have such incredible history! What about yours Mari?ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - Your house should write a book…These walls are talking!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know- right? And this is just one of SEVERAL Ben and I have had that had a lot of whispering going on. Maybe future posts?ReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - Neat stuff! Gosh that would be a great job to research old houses! Love it!ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - Wow, interesting stuff. Verita sounds some fun lady – I have a clear image of her red hat askew and slurring her words.ReplyCancel

  • Manal The Go Go Girl - That’s such a COOL story and love the way you wrote it!ReplyCancel

  • pia - Wow! What a wonderful story!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - So interesting! I recommend everyone have their house history done- and then share the story! Thanks for stopping by Pia! Always nice to see you here.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Wow! Small world!ReplyCancel

  • s.allen - An affair between Thompson and Bogart is nothing to applaud,
    considering those hurt by the disclosure.
    Bogart would have been appalled by such!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Bogart HAD the affair- and it lasted decades. He obviously wasn’t too appalled.ReplyCancel

      • s. allen - Cheryl, Affair 1942-1954. Decades? V.T. married other lover,
        Walter Thompson, 1955.
        Bogart, according to those who knew him, would’ve
        been appalled by such public DISCLOSURE!
        didn’t wantReplyCancel

  • s. allen - Your comment, “Bogart had the affair.” I don’t know what you mean. Verita had affair w/ him; both were married, she to Robt.
    Peterson, and he to Mayo Methot, prior to his final marriage to
    Ms. Bacall. {Please excuse “didn’t want” error, last comment;
    forgot to delete.]ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m not sure what you’re trying to ‘get at’? THEY had an affair that lasted 14 years through her marriage to Peterson, and two of his three, both Methot and Bacall, until two years before he died (1957). She married Thompson in 1955 and her relationship with Bogart ended. Just trying to tell a story here…ReplyCancel

      • s. allen - I’m not trying to “get at” anything. We both have said much
        the same thing re. timeline of events.
        Question: A reviewer of Thompson’s book said that Bacall
        referred to that affair, others? in new bio. of Bogart[unnamed.] Any info. on this?ReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - I’ve never read the book just live in her house.ReplyCancel

          • s.allen - I’ve not read her book either, only reproduced pages on
            internet, reader reviews and Kirkus review.

Secrets.We all have them.What are they really but moments full of regret, otherwise we’d all be bragging, right?I have a few.Most will go with me to the grave. No one knows everything. Thank God.But when you’re blogging, and you realize that the uniweb LOVES a secret, you tend to reconsider the value of a secret- […]

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  • Dana Hemelt - So in that photo of you up top…are the flowers hiding a cigarette? Is that why you look a bit mischievous?ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I think we should talk. Seriously good play on words too. You’ve come a long way baby….remember that playing over and over again because we had… Gloria Steinman and our own cigarette.ReplyCancel

  • Stephanie Sprenger - Thanks for sharing your secret with us! 😉 I have fond memories of smoking my after-dinner and before-bed cigarettes in college. I don’t miss the smoking, per se, but I do miss those days intensely sometimes.ReplyCancel

  • Cary - You have given me the courage to admit my secret (one that some would say is more socially unacceptable): candy corn. I. Love. Candy corn.
    There. It’s out in the open. That’s the first step. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted.
    Thank you for that (and PS – the paragraph about negotiating peace for the Middle East made me laugh out loud).ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Hahahaaaaa. I’m laughing at your comment. Thank you for that. Candy Corn. Yes. A wonderful addiction. And I’m not kidding about the Middle East.ReplyCancel

  • Natalie DeYoung - Ha! I like what you did there, with the word play. Terribly clever.
    I only smoked for a week in rehab. I much preferred sloshing my glass of wine around…ReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Ah smoking. What a lovely and awesome tribute to those beguiling frienemies – ciggies. Ahhhh. Really clever post!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - A habit I never got into, really. Aside from the occasional cigar at poker games, but I stopped that years ago after seeing an old guy (might not have been that old), outside a hospital, smoking through a trachea hole.ReplyCancel

  • Michelle Wallace - You are too cute!
    Thanks for the laugh!
    Question? If you had to choose, would you rather be a healthy-looking corpse or a happy-looking corpse?
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    • A Pleasant House - Happy. And with a gloved hand delicately holding a Martini glass- shaken not stirred. And so nice to see a new face here! Thanks for stopping by!ReplyCancel

  • Caro Ness - This made me laugh! Thank you!ReplyCancel

  • Petra - I just loved the “puffpuffpuff”! Well, I do smoke – but I neither like the taste nor the smell and always have to drink something with it (mostly water), because the smoke itches my throat otherwise…isn’t that hilarious? You should pass by France: I hear the smoking is even more popular in Spain, but you’d definitively go unnoticed in Paris, as it almost is a ‘facon de vivre’ here…..ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Oh yes. I travel to Paris JUST TO SMOKE! They are my people! Puffpuffpuff ps: I’m always drinking an iced tea.ReplyCancel

  • Patty at Home and Lifestyle Design - Thanks for the laughs! I have nominated you for a Liebster Award for bloggers. Please see my post at http://www.homeandlifestyledesign.com/2013/09/i-won-liebster-award.html for more details. Congrats and keep up the great work.
    Patty at Home and Lifestyle DesignReplyCancel

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  • elizabeth_bradt - Girl, you crack me up! Congrats on outing your secret into the blogosphere. Among the one you’ve listed here, there are many reasons to love NOLA! That city could be the setting of a post for me about my secret love of binge-eating! YummyyyReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I tried it in college, but it made me sick, like wanting-to-puke sick! 🙁ReplyCancel

  • Ida Chiavaro - Many small pubs in Denmark still allow smoking. My only rule is I never go to one when I have just washed my hair 🙂 Here’s an article you might like – that encourages smoking… http://www.sott.net/article/226999-Smoking-Helps-Protect-Against-Lung-CancerReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t want to encourage smoking- I’m just saying that I do and I wish I wasn’t made to feel like such a loser in public. Can’t wait to read the article.ReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - I did not know that about you Cheryl – but now it all makes sense. Our subversive vixen flaming through the garden of good and evil. Yes, I’m getting a MUCH fuller picture now of my red-hatted idol down in NOLA.ReplyCancel

  • MetryChick - I smoked for about 15 years and I LOVED IT! I loved everything about it! I do miss it, but not that much. I met some really really awesome people through smoking. When I worked for big companies smoking was the one thing that linked us all. I would find myself standing in the cold with the VP or COO and we were friends. I kind of miss the smoking days.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - You’re right! I hadn’t even mentioned all the people I’ve suddenly found myself ‘secret friends’ with. Or those I lost….ReplyCancel

  • donofalltrades.com - Found this post on the Blogger-Idol page.

    It’s probably hard for the under 30 crowd to believe that people used to smoke EVERYwhere! It wasn’t uncommon to see women leaning over the produce with a cigarette dangling between her lips, ash ready to fall on the carrots. Hell, there were ashtrays in most public bathrooms and airplanes.

    I miss the days of the ashtray. I’m not a smoker and I could care less if other people do outside of those butts. Oh how I loathe seeing the butts being thrown all over the place, especially from the car window. Buy a damn car with an ashtray you vile smoker!! Not you though, you’re sweet. Lol.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - You can’t buy a car with an ashtray anymore! I’d pay good money for one. I have one of those bean-bag things on the center dash. I remember doctors smoking in the hallways of hospitals! Amazing. And as for Blogger Idol- I’m a bit confused. There have been a few eliminated that shouldn’t have been and at least one terrible writer that’s still there. Go figure. Glad you stopped by Don. Hope to see you more.ReplyCancel

  • Julie DeNeen - LOL. This was great. Though I’ve never smoked, I almost wanted to after reading it!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Hey you! And I’m worse when accompanied by a glass of the bubbly. How does one quit I wonder? This is a mystery to me. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Debra Amantea - Barbie and I are with you, Sister!!!ReplyCancel

  • Angela Ryan - Really, I am just amazed that you lobbied the principal for a special place to smoke. That’s skills right there.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I told the school board that the student body was going to smoke on campus no matter what the penalty was, so they should just provide a smoking area, and we, the students, would keep it clean- and we did! HahahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mary Johnson - I still love the look of a man as he lights his cigarette, head bowed, hand gently cuffing the flame… swoonReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Ahhh…secrets. Shhh…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - These aren’t even the good ones….ReplyCancel

I am a witch.I prefer ‘Goddess’, or ‘Enchantress’, but really it’s all the same thing- I cast spells- on people and circumstances and outcomes and fortune (I don’t mess with the weather because it’s too powerful, or football games because they’re too stupid).It all began when I wished for a ‘real’ baby doll when I […]

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  • Sue - Its the best kitchen window of all. Elegant swag and oh so different birds.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - And it’s higher above the sink then usual- which might seem odd, but on the other side of the room is a wall of french doors so there’s plenty of light. The birds were a gift from my daughter- I’ve always flown/hung them near a window. The swag is the same material that I’ve used to cover two pillows on a couch in the sunroom (close-by) so it all works! Thanks Sue. Love ya!!!ReplyCancel

  • Tina - Your story reminds me of a line from “The Sound of Music”. “I’d like to stay and taste my first champagne. Yes?” “NO!”ReplyCancel

  • Mike Regione - I need the lotto numbers great and powerful oz…err Goddess. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • A Pleasant House - I do not use my powers for financial gain- at least not often.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Quite a window!

    Singing to Streisand, though???ReplyCancel

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