I do.

Well, I do if it doesn’t look icky. Based on how many pennies I’ve picked up off the ground over the years, not many people pick up pennies. Pennies aren’t worth the effort.

Pennies must not be worth the effort of pocketing as I’ve seen as many as seven scattered together.

I feel a bit self-conscious picking up the pennies but invariably that extra penny allows me to even out my change when I pay in cash. I like being able to give $10.02 for something that costs $9.77 and get a quarter back instead of 2 dimes and 3 pennies.

This brings me to the topic of dimes.

If you saw a dime on the street, would you pick it up?

I certainly would.  Unless it were covered in goo.

This past Sunday I was buying bread at the Farmers Market. The bread stand usually has a line snaking around it.

As I reached over to pay for the bread, I noticed a dime on the white cloth covered display. The dime wasn’t hidden amongst the folds; it shone in bright new dimeness. Since it wasn’t covered in goo, I took it.

I ended up using the dime soon after to pay for something that involved 35 cents. I only had 27 cents so the dime was perfect.

The next day I spotted a dime as I was leaving the train station on the way to work. People were streaming along with me.

It was not far from the little coffee shack where people paused to buy a cup. You’d think they’d have picked it up then.

It’s not like it was covered in goo.

As I stooped to pick it up, I wondered if people thought a dime wasn’t worth anything. If a penny is thought to be worth nothing, were dimes valued at next to nothing?

Are dimes the new penny?

I was also struck by the fact that I found a dime 2 days in a row. A penny I can understand, they are uh, a dime a dozen on the street. I wondered if this was merely coincidence.

I found out that I’m not the only one finding dimes.

I also found a site that wasn’t about coins but about change.

You may not want to pick up those pennies and dimes lying on the ground but small (positive) change is a good thing.

Keep Your Coins I Want Change

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He wrote it, he sings it..check it out.

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Grab your serving spoons and hairbrushes – it’s a sing-a-long!

“Happy 2009″

Happy 2009
I hope it’s really fine.
Happy 2009
Best wishes for love and health and happy times..

Maybe 2008..wasn’t all that great..
maybe you were always
a dollar short- a day late

That’s all  last year’s news.
Last year is gone.
Kiss it adieu,
kick it to the curb,
Tell it Sayonara.
So long.
Bye-bye
Adios!

Hello new year!
I’m so glad  to meetcha!

Today is the first day of my new attitude
I plan to be good to myself
and nice to others, too.

Happy Two-Thousand and Nine
I hope it’s really fine.
Happy 2009
Best wishes for love and health and happy times.

Happy 2009
Welcome to all the fun.
I can’t hit the high notes
and many in between.
You can hit pause
and that’s okay with me.
But the pain is almost over,
just one more thing…

Happy 2009
Best wishes for love and health and happy times.
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People I know have lost jobs, married, divorced, and endured.

As the year draws to a close, I’m feeling more and more in need of some Serious Whackiness.

I dunno about you, but I need laughs.

Lots of laughs.

And FUN. I need great heaping GOBS OF FUN.

Say it! GREAT HEAPING GOBS OF FUN!!

One more time…GREAT…HEAPING…GOBS O‘…FUN!!

Are ya startin’ to feel it? Are ya startin’ to drop yer Gs???

Yesssssss!

I am four-foot-ten-and-three-quarter-inches and chock full o’ fun!!

But I pale in the fun comparison when it comes to He Who is Chock Full o’ Bearded Goodness, Speedcat Hollydale!

He’s also full of chicken and chilidogs but that’s just part of his charm.

I’d like you to share in my fun-filled festivities by joining me in a little sing-a-long.

I’m in my infamous Singular Attire…come on, hold up your serving spoon and Jingle Bell Rock with me!!

I hope you can hit the high notes ‘cuz I sure can’t.

Note: If you have weak speakers like I do, you may not hear the “background music” I attempted to record.  I sound well…better with a headset or earbuds.

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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in Jingle bell time
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun

Jingle bell
jingle bell
jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air

What a bright time
it’s the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse
pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That’s the jingle bell rock..

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What a bright time
it’s the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse
pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That’s the jingle bell
That’s the jingle bell
That’s the jingle bell
ROCK!

Update: I’m not the only singing blogger and check out Ginger’s singing and very warm message. Plus unlike me in my Home Gear, Ginger is Totally Glam and Totally Gorjus..just GORjus!

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These are my running shoes on the trail …

These are my running shoes on drugs …

Any questions?
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Wasabi Peas
by Ms. Q

Wasabi Peas -huh!
Wasabi Peas -hey!

My love and me
We be like Wasabi Peas
Not peas in a pod,
So alike, too trite
Just the same,
Green and plain.

Wrap a pea in Wasabi
and wuddya get?
Something to clear your sinuses,
Oh, you bet!

My love and me,
We be like Wasabi Peas
We’re not peas in a pod
Sometimes I shake my head
while he nods
We’re not the same,
Dick and Jane
Plain.

Nothing wrong with plain
No, nothing wrong with that.
What’s great for the gander
Is kinda so-so for the cat.

Sugar and spice
Sure that’s pretty nice
I like a little sweetness
But I also like some spice.

Sometimes love is easy
Mostly it takes some work
Girls, don’t be a female dog
and Boys, don’t be a jerk

Love takes listening.
Close your lips
Don’t say a word.
Listen close and pay attention
Let your love
Know they are heard.

Love is more than being the same
Agreeing on every little thing
It’s allowing
Respecting
Accepting.

Peas in a pod are all well and good
Some people live in the ‘burbs
Some people live in the ‘hood
We’re all kinda different
But where it counts we’re the same.

My love and me,
We be like Wasabi Peas.

Peas be with you. (Groan)

Note: Sentiments are real but I’m not currently sharing a pod with anyone.

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