Day 11: My Hometown – Kreeger Museum

Today’s Blogging A to Z Challenge letter is “K” and the topic is the Kreeger Museum. There is so much to say about this museum and the Kreegers’ that I really don’t know where to begin.

Photo Credit: kreegermuseum.org

I did a tour this morning and the docent was fantastic and it was even better that I was the only one in the tour. If you’ve never been or haven’t been in a while than a tour is the best thing you can do and afterwards take some time to wander around and really soak it in.

Kreeger said, “I never bought art as an investment. I bought it for love and I was lucky. Art that embodies the creative spirit of men transcends the value of money.”

Photo Credit: kreegermuseum.org

David Kreeger in the garden of his home with bronze sculpture,
Interpenetration, 1969, by Luxembourg artist Lucien Wercollier.
Photograph taken in 1975 by Fred J. Maroon.

The Kreeger Museum, a private, non-profit art museum and the former residence of David and Carmen Kreeger, rests on five acres of sculpture-filled gardens and is surrounded by tranquil woods. Designed by renowned architect Philip Johnson, it is among the few examples of his work in DC. The Kreeger’s focus on 19th and 20th century paintings is evidenced by works of Monet, Picasso, Renoir, Cezanne, Chagall, Miro, and Stella. Also included in the permanent collection are works of prominent Washington artists and outstanding examples of traditional African and Asian art. (from the kreegermuseum.org)

What the Hell Does that Mean?

I made a comment today and the person I was talking to promptly asked, “What the hell does that mean?”

“Crazy as hell,” I stated; but truthfully I really had no idea.

I used to think it was something my sister made up when she referred to me. She would always (not exaggerating) call me ‘crazy as a road lizard’. Perhaps it came from when I chased her around the pool table with her dead goldfish, and she ran and screamed like a little girl. I laughed so hard till I cried and my stomach ached and I peed myself. Oh yeah of the two of us I’m the bratty baby of the family.

So, I got to thinking, “What the hell does ‘crazy as a road lizard’ mean?”  No one has ever asked me that before and in my family we just know, I think.

I invoked the Internet god, Google, for the answer. Well, from what I could gather it refers to a lizard on the side of a road and if they try to cross the road they’re crazy. Hmm, I think you’re giving them way to much credit. Unless, of course, you’re referring to the Geico Gecko.

While I was at it I searched for some other sayings that have had the pleasure of being passed down or I’ve heard:

• Idle hands are the devil’s workshop — is supposedly some kind of Proverb which means an idle person will do evil things.
• Don’t let the door hit ya, where the good Lord split ya — basically means don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
• Dumb as a box of rocks — well, a box of rocks is inanimate and has no intelligence and you’re being put on the same intelligence level as a box of rocks.
• Tighter than Dick’s hatband — apparently this idiom is supposed to reference someone who is miserly, but that’s not how my uses it. I’ll let you figure that one out.
• Batshit Crazy — is undoubtedly my personal favorite. According to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), since 1971 it:  means “crazy, mad, insane.” The OED notes that batshit may also function “as an intensifier, esp. in batshit crazy” The OED ’s first citation dates from 1993

Do you have any phrases that you grew up on and still say or heard, please share them in the comments section. Definitely share the WTF one’s .

Day 7: A Whole Heap of Gratitude for You Dude

This is also part of the of the Blogging A to Z Challenge and yepper today’s Letter is ‘G’. This post is about Gratitude and I have a bunch of it to give.

Very rarely do I have an opportunity and/or a need to express my gratitude toward someone, especially a stranger. But not really a stranger. A fellow blogger Opinionate Man (OM) over at HarsH ReaLiTy is offering to help fellow bloggers build their blogging audience. I didn’t jump on the offer. However when I did seek his help, I was pleasantly surprised.

OM took great care in finding bloggers, I would follow myself. I was excited to start reading posts from my new followers and literally spent the weekend reading their blogs (not doing homework) and the more I read the more excited I got because it was as though he was in my head. I have a wide range of interests and he honed right in on them.

I am truly grateful, appreciative, and thankful that he took the time to help build my audience. But the thing I find most admirable is that he practically abandoned his blog and his readers to do this.

If you’re a new blogger and are unsure how to gain an audience, than I definitely recommend OM to help you get over that hump. If you’re not a new blogger and don’t have the time, at the moment, to dedicate (like me) to developing your audience than I definitely recommend OM for that, too. But keep in mind after he’s done it’s up to you to keep your readers engaged and coming back.

If you haven’t visited his website click HERE and if you have and you want some help building your audience click HERE.

Thanks bunches! ❤

 

Day 6: Friendship & First Dates

I was originally going to post this on Friday on the Letter D day of the Blogging A-Z Challenge, but changed my mind because I wasn’t particularly comfortable with it. Then I thought buck up and grow a pair. Well, I can safely say I didn’t grow a pair, but obviously I have bucked up.

In June, God willing, I will be another year older and I’ve decided that this is as good a time as any to do a 30 Dates in 30 Days Challenge. It’s not a new concept and you’ve probably seen other bloggers do this. Well, I’m joining them. However, before I do I’m going to need your help.

How old is too old?

I work with perhaps some of the most childish individulas over the age of 50, I have ever worked with. I mean really what is your problem? I hated Junior High and High School with a passion and I have no intention of going back there from grown ass peoople (women) who should know better.

A couple of weeks ago one woman, whose pushing 60, threw a temper tantrum. Literally a damn temper tantrum. She hasn’t spoken to me since and does everything she can to avoid me. Perfectly fine by me. She went to our supervisor this morning and told her that I’m being favored over her. What the fuck is wrong with you? Is you life that miserable that you feel the need to deflect your inadequacies onto me.

Here’s my thought process. Perhaps you should worry about what’s going on in your own house. For example, bring your butt to work (now there’s a novel idea) than your people won’t constantly come to me for help and when you’re here do your job, so your people don’t come to me.

Maybe I’m wrong or delusional or maybe I should just bring in some pacifiers, diapers, and plastic keys.