So I didn’t grow up to play music with the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra. That’s what I said, “vegetable.”

This video starts slowly, as the musicians choose their “instruments” at the market and then prepare them for playing. A carrot becomes a recorder, eggplants become clappers, a leek is a violin, and squash become percussion instruments. It’s funny to see how creative they were.

Go with it to the end as the group plays in concert. Some of it is kind of catchy, some of the “music” sounds like our bedroom at night after a meal of beans!

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Is that a fresh sound, or what?

I wonder if they started this playing music with vegetables in an attempt to save money on musical instruments? With the price of fresh vegetables these days, those aren’t bargain priced instruments.

My husband, Eric, said he heard they were going to start a Vienna Seafood Orchestra until they found out that you can’t tune a fish.

Ba dump bump.

I don’t do ” me-me-me memes” very often, but my friend SusieJ recently e-mailed me to tell me to do this one. I always do what SusieJ says. Why, if she told me to jump off a cliff…

…I’d find a very short cliff.

This Links Around The World meme got passed to her by Tracey Clark, who got it from Green Eyed Mama. I’ll give it to anyone who wants it, and we can swap it around. Wanna play?

The rules say to put a picture of yourself (I think it’s supposed to be a self portrait) in the post and then list seven things about yourself, followed by all the links to other bloggers. I think it didn’t start originally with a self-portrait involved, and I don’t often put pictures of myself in the posts. I avoid the camera whenever possible, because cameras are not kind to me.

Susie put a picture of herself first thing in the morning. How brave is that? She could get away with it, because even without makeup she’s gorgeous. I don’t know if I’m courageous enough to do that.

Hmm.

No, I’m afraid not. But, I’ll put this one on the page, if you promise you won’t show it to anyone.

I’ve told you nearly every doggone thing about me there is to know, but let me see if I can come up with something new. Stop me if I’ve told you this before:

SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME

1. Because of an ear infection when I was an itty bitty girl, I don’t hear very well (I hear the volume, but can’t “separate sounds”). When I’m having a conversation, I read lips. That doesn’t work so well here in Texas, because Native Texans are often “lazy speakers.” We slur words together (as in “I mona put ‘at ovaire” to mean “I’m going to put that over there.”). If you notice me staring at your mouth when you talk, don’t be afraid.
2. I use that inability to hear to my advantage. I am “selectively deaf,” and hear only what I want to hear (as in “Mom, can I borrow the car keys?” “Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”)
3. I love all God’s critters, even most humans…well except for Poodle dogs, but that’s another story (you can see me tell it here if you have RealPlayer installed). Sometimes I love too much. My Momma always told about the time I caught a toad and was so excited when I showed it to her that I squeezed it, and its guts came out its mouth. If I try to hug you, be afraid.
4. I collect “hands,” and have them all over my house. Not real hands of course! Wooden ones, glass ones, even one carved from graphite. I’m not sure why, but people’s hands fascinate me, because I think they tell me a lot about a person. My own hands are suffering from rheumatoid arthritis, and are slowly crippling. For that reason, I don’t like to shake hands. But, I’ll hug you.
5. I adore ghost stories! In fact, I go places looking for real live ghosts. I’ll be in Boerne, Texas again in a couple of weeks searching for ghosts at Ye Kendall Inn (I told about ghosts in Boerne last year, too).
6. I’m really not afraid of very many things. Except trying to work with computer technology. Come to think of it, I’m afraid of driving in the rain. Oh, and syringe needles. I guess clowns are a bit frightening, too. And, Brussells sprouts. Yes, Brussells sprouts.
7. I have the ability to cry on command. Yes, I can. Daddy called those tears “crocodile tears.” I can call up tears in a heartbeat. It’s easy. All I have to do is think about those adorable, tiny skirts in my closet that I bought when I was at my “divorce weight” (and into which this lard butt will never fit again!).

   I use this wonderful skill sometimes when I’m telling stories to an audience. I’ve been known to frighten my friends with my tears when they tease me. Those tears start rolling down my cheeks, and they think they have really done something wrong. Shoot! I shouldn’t have told y’all that! Now, it isn’t going to work on you, is it?

Now it’s your turn. I won’t tag you, but I double dog dare you. No, I triple dog dare you to show your face. Then come tell me about it. At the bottom of the post, you have to add the links below. Put the link to your blog (all twelve of them if you want) at the bottom and pass it on. Come back and tell me, and I’ll add you to this list.

Y’all have a good day and play nice, you hear?

Thanks for playing

• Cindee
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Y’all, my poor Sweet Spousal Unit has discovered that there is no possibility of having a peaceful meal when you are married to a blogger. Everything is an opportunity for a blog post.

We went to a local restaurant on the square here in Denton, Texas. All in the world we planned was having a quiet time together. Just the two of us with no teenager, it was going to be peaceful quality time.

We got a seat by the window, ordered our food, and sat drinking our Guinness and chatting. It was delightful. Our food arrived, and as we were about to dig in, I noticed a commotion in the street.

Quicker than a singed cat, I grabbed the camera and dashed across the restaurant. I looked like O.J. Simpson racing through the airport in those Hertz rent a car commercials many years ago (that was before he had a lot of time to kill). I leaped over tables and shoved little old ladies out of the way so I could snap pictures of a Peace Parade!

Yessirree! A PEACE PARADE! I felt like it was a flashback to the 1960s.

People were swarming about everywhere. It was as exciting as a High School pep rally. I love a parade!

They were chanting and shouting and flashing the peace symbol. This sign had a peace symbol until the fella saw I was taking a picture. Then, he made sure to cross the fingers (can you see the itty bitty George Bush face on the right side of this sign?).

They were carrying huge banners, even in the wind.

AND, THEY ALL CAME OUT OF THIS VAN!

Because their VW bus broke down.

Nope, there is no such thing as a “peaceful meal” when you sit down to dine with a blogger, is there?.