Tag Archives: Holidays

“Ben, I’m going out to find a tree.”“I’ll be here”. Dahhhh“I’m back. It’s on the roof.”“At half time. I’ll get it at half time.” Of course.“Where is it?”“On the roof of the car.”“Well, I hope it’s still there.”“Me too, or someone’s going back out.”“Where’s the stand?’“Right there.”“Was it trimmed?”“Yes.”“Do you have that plastic bag thingy?”“I […]

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When Richard Clyfton’s Separatists (The Pilgrims)  set sail on Sept. 6, 1620, with a combined passenger number of 121 souls, they were seeking religious freedom in the strict and already established mainstream Church of England Protestantism that was touting, ‘their way or the highway’.The ‘Highway’ was an ocean.  By March of the following year, only 47 […]

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In pagan times, with such little knowledge about how the world worked (it’s diseases, finding fresh water, what lightening was, why it wasn’t a good idea to live under an active volcano), people adopted a set of protocols that attempted to explain their lives, which were seemingly out of their control, very short, often painful, […]

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  • bethteliho - hahahaha! I have so many favorite quotes from this post, I ended up almost rewriting the whole thing so I ditched the idea of telling you my favorite line! This was hysterical…warts and all! 🙂 will be sharing it all over the place!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Thank You Beth! I’d really love to know how you’d do a rewrite- I’m sure I could learn a lot! Maybe in some spare time- like we have any! Love ya gal!ReplyCancel

  • Alyson H. - I think I need to move to New Orleans.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - That is definitely a heck of a tree wart!

    Belgium is one of those things rumored to exist. No one’s really sure it’s there.

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, the Belgian ambassador would like to have a word with me.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’m actually laughing out loud! I’ve been to Belgium once- or was is Bruge, or Brussels? Something with ‘B’ probably BS.ReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - Cheryl, you have a wicked way with words! My mind is now spinning with images of boobs and warts and stuff. Thanks!!ReplyCancel

  • Timothy Hecht - I would have liked to visit New Orleans with the Burgundy Campaign. Maybe next year.ReplyCancel

  • enchantedseashells.com - Very funny. Now I am not a Double D nor am I blonde. Is there no hope for me?ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - No, there is no hope for US. It has been this way since the beginning of blondedom. Sadly cast aside in favor of the dumb ones because of idiot men. But secretly we rule.ReplyCancel

  • Mike Regione - Am I number 1000? Great post, as usual. I bow to your wittiness, if that is a word.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Yes- you’re # 1000!!! You win a prize- you have my permission to visit every day and bask in my wisdom- and make up words to adore me by.ReplyCancel

  • Cary - Dude. You’re kinda brilliant.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Google, Prozac, and no respectable huts! Loved this pagans of the past and present post. Have to go share now.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Wow – cool post Cheryl. (I’m sorry it took me all week to get over here. I don’t have my shizz together.) Interesting stuff and that tree? That’s creepy to the Ent degree. (see what I did there?) 😉ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Hahahaaaa (funny) and no problemo- I don’t actually EXPECT ANYONE to visit- much (This I am not laughing about- maybe crying a little). HA!ReplyCancel

  • Theresa Ledford - “This usually failed, thereby identifying the brunette as a witch and burned at the stake.” I laughed so hard I think I peed a little. Brilliant post as usual! You absolutely crack me up!ReplyCancel

This is a true story. In June of 1972 I was dating a boy with a license, and a car. I’ll let the shock wear off… This was very important. Paramount to my very survival, in fact. Without my own means to get the hell out of the house (I was fifteen), boyfriends were cultivated […]

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  • bookworm - So…the alien police, out to spook parking teens? A disguised Goodyear blimp, complete with people who, today, are still laughing their heads off? A spooky, spooky story indeed. A quick internet search actually revealed two sightings with blue and orange lights in Africa in 1972. Does this stuff exist? Don’t know. I don’t know if I want to know, either.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t know if it was extra terrestrial only that it was unidentified, that’s for sure. Strangest thing I ever experienced.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Read it over there! Good one!ReplyCancel

  • Francene Stanley - Those were the days. I wonder how we survived? The fact that we did should make us more tollerant of the youth today. But it doesn’t. 😉ReplyCancel

When I first visited New Orleans, many years ago, I was struck by the the shear force this place has on one’s senses- the smells, the sights, the sounds, the flavors. I was like a kid in a candy store- “I’ll take one. No, make it two of each. Oh yea. I can handle it”.And now […]

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  • Patty at Home and Lifestyle Design - New Orleans can be overwhelming but I miss it. It is the most “alive” place I have ever been. There is an energy there that doesn’t exist anywhere else. Yes a bit crazy at times but never boring.
    Patty at Home and Lifestyle DesignReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Exactly! There is a buzz here that I’ve never felt anywhere else. The culture seems to be authentically inclusive- live and let live. You never know who’s coming for dinner, or when a party will just spontaneously pop-up! I’ve become a little spoiled- when I travel I have to remind myself that wherever I am- it’s not NOLA. Thanks for stopping by Patty!ReplyCancel

  • Walker Thornton - Makes me wish I were there!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - I really must get down there and see it for myself someday.ReplyCancel

  • Theresa Ledford - I got through reading an Anne Rice novel one day, called my friend Tena and said “Pack your bags, I’m tired of reading about New Orleans, I want to go. Oh, and we are going to eat everything”. So we packed up and left at night. We stayed in the French Quarter and I kissed an oyster shucker and sang Christmas carols in the middle of the road with two people I don’t know (It was February), had a totally incoherent conversation with a elderly street trumpet player, made a life long friend with a random woman on a boat, made friends with two bartenders I still keep in touch with, there is a vague memory of a red pool table on the night I wasn’t the designated taxi grabber, and we documented our entire trip in pictures of food that we ate around the clock (They will deliver food right up to your hotel room from most restaurants any time of day or night!). I want to go back. I want to live there actually. That one week was not enough. I get an ache when I read about it as though I’ve actually lost something that belongs to me, LOL. Thanks for the view from your balcony. I’m coming back, when I do I’ll look you up!ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - One of my favorite things to do is to sit on a New Orleans balcony, drink in hand and enjoy the view. And if I’m on a covered balcony, rain is a nice touch.ReplyCancel

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