It's Friday afternoon, Eastern Time, and this is your faithful Songbird
with a calendar-related Friday Five. Due to some confusion with our dates, I'm
stepping in today, although I am usually here only on the 5th Friday, when there
is such a thing.Here are five things to ponder about dates. I hope you'll
1) Datebooks--how do you keep track of your appointments? Electronically? On paper? Month at a glance? Week at a glance?
This is a Palm Centro from Sprint. It's supposed to be my new electronic brain - cell phone, datebook, task list, notebook and all around cool gadget. What it is right now is a heavy cell phone. I can't make the HotSync work. Why can't I make the HotSync work? I don't know when anything's happening! Help me!
2) When was the last time you forgot an important date?
This summer I mistakenly thought my sister-in-law's birthday was in July; it's in June, and thus I missed it AGAIN. SIL is a long-time friend and deserves better. Then I neglected to call my folks on their anniversary. Their 40th anniversary. Granted, my brother and SIL had a baby boy that week, and we were rapidly approaching Alanna's arrival, but still, that was bad form.
3) When was the last time you went OUT on a date?
Err, mmmm, May? Yes, it was May - we went to see the new Indiana Jones movie, and we ate out, also. Been a bit, shall we say, busy since then.
4) Name one accessory or item of clothing you love even though it is dated.
Well, I don't think they're dated, but I loves me my Dr. Marten's boots, and I heard some fashion guy saying they're out of fashion not so long ago. I don't care - my brown boots are almost 10 years old and I can still wear them for casual dress occasions. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has ever been a better bargain or a more beloved clothing purchase than my two pairs of plain Dr. Marten's boots (one brown, one flat black).
5) Dates--the fruit--can't live with 'em? Or can't live without 'em?
Meh - I could go either way. Yummy, but let's just say if I eat too many the digestive byproducts can be a bit, um, musical. Beans aren't the only musical fruit. Aaaaand there's your guy take on the GalPals list - bet none of the Gals brought up flatulence...