He's "not the fizziest can in the six-pack." says one of the characters in The Mystery of Mercy Close: A Walsh Sister Novel by Marian Keyes.
I talked about Marian and how much I love her when I read the first book by her, Last Chance Saloon.*
I still love her and am thoroughly enjoying this book.
That is not our subject today my lovelies.
The subject is my silly, secret, even giggly amusement at the ways people convey that someone is slightly nutty.
"not the fizziest can in the six-pack" was a new one to me and I reread it 2 or 3 times, inwardly (and probably outwardly) grinning.
Grinning like a woman whose cheese has slipped off her cracker.
Hehehe. I love that one.
Here's some more that I like:
Her elevator doesn't go all the way to the penthouse.
He's from the shallow end of the gene pool.
She's about a half-bubble off plumb.
His lights are on but nobody is home.
She's rowing with only one paddle or only has one oar
in the water.
He has no tools
in his shed.
It's one thing to ride the little yellow bus, it's another to be the guy licking the windows.
She's a few ants short of a picnic.
He's spinning crop circles.
Other people drink from the fountain of knowledge but she just gargles.
He's crazy as a sack full of ferrets.
And for all you sewers out there:
Her sewing machine is out of thread.
What is your favorite way to say that someone is bonkers?
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*The book I am currently reading is the 5th and final book in a series about the Walsh sisters:
1- Watermelon; 2- Rachel's Holiday; 3- Angels; 4- Anybody Out There?;
5- The Mystery of Mercy Close by Marian Keyes
Novel Truths
BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE - EVEN IN FICTIONAL NOVELS.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Brandon deserves better
Some of you know that in the early hours of Black Friday in 2012 my nephew was killed. He was walking home from a bar. He walked everywhere within a 5 mile radius of his home. He was a talented, dedicated personal trainer.
He was struck by a car driven by a drunk driver as he was crossing an intersection. According to police it looked as if the driver never even slowed down or hit his breaks until he pulled over 2 1/2 blocks from the scene.
There were no witnesses. There were no cameras. Brandon was dead when police arrived.
He was 26 years old. He had faults, of course, but he was sweet and he was becoming a truly good man.
He's on the left here. This was taken the weekend before he died. The man on the right was his boss who owned the gym where he worked. He was a very good friend to Brandon. In the picture, they have just finished getting a certificate to train people to do extreme mudder competitions.
Because of the laws in Missouri where he was killed, the man who killed him is only being charged with a DUI. It is his third DUI so he will do some time. Maybe 6 months.
No vehicular manslaughter or anything to indicate he took my nephew's live.
The judge asked everyone to call the man who is investigating and weighing in on what the man's sentence will be so he could take statements about the impact of Brandon's death on our lives.
We called. And got a snotty lady who put us through to voicemail.
Then we were told the man was not going to call back and take statements. Instead we should send emails to him. We were also to send emails to the prosecuting attorney so he would know the man had gotten emails.
Now we are told the man wants us to mail him letters with our statements.
He is, for some reason, making it very difficult for people to be heard about justice being served and the man who killed Brandon doing as much time as possible.
Meanwhile, my brother, my sister-in-law and my two nephews, Brandon's brothers, grieve his loss with no sign of any justice in sight.
Brandon really doesn't deserve this.
He was struck by a car driven by a drunk driver as he was crossing an intersection. According to police it looked as if the driver never even slowed down or hit his breaks until he pulled over 2 1/2 blocks from the scene.
There were no witnesses. There were no cameras. Brandon was dead when police arrived.
He was 26 years old. He had faults, of course, but he was sweet and he was becoming a truly good man.
Brandon Jennings
He's on the left here. This was taken the weekend before he died. The man on the right was his boss who owned the gym where he worked. He was a very good friend to Brandon. In the picture, they have just finished getting a certificate to train people to do extreme mudder competitions.
This is one of my favorite pictures oh him.
Because of the laws in Missouri where he was killed, the man who killed him is only being charged with a DUI. It is his third DUI so he will do some time. Maybe 6 months.
No vehicular manslaughter or anything to indicate he took my nephew's live.
The judge asked everyone to call the man who is investigating and weighing in on what the man's sentence will be so he could take statements about the impact of Brandon's death on our lives.
We called. And got a snotty lady who put us through to voicemail.
Then we were told the man was not going to call back and take statements. Instead we should send emails to him. We were also to send emails to the prosecuting attorney so he would know the man had gotten emails.
Now we are told the man wants us to mail him letters with our statements.
He is, for some reason, making it very difficult for people to be heard about justice being served and the man who killed Brandon doing as much time as possible.
Meanwhile, my brother, my sister-in-law and my two nephews, Brandon's brothers, grieve his loss with no sign of any justice in sight.
Brandon really doesn't deserve this.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
It's Delia day...
I have nothing to say. So I went to pinterest to find inspiration.
I found 3 things that make it essential that this be Delia day.
"I'm not getting down until the spider is gone."
Do I know Delia or what?
I found 3 things that make it essential that this be Delia day.
"I'm not getting down until the spider is gone."
Do I know Delia or what?
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