Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Banner Day

Update:  There is still time to go vote.  You know, if the semaphore flags inspire you sufficiently.

OK, so I told you all I would be incommunicado this week on account of being at my inlaws' whom I adore and who are truly the salt of the earth but who, for reasons that can only be described as criminally insane, do not own any cell phones or computers, or, as if that weren't diabolical enough, have no internet access. 

Yet somehow they make it work, balancing their checkbook with an abacus and doing all their text messaging with semaphore signals.  I have to admit, being cut off from the 21st century is not without its entertainments, like watching my 80-year old mother-in-law shinny up the drainpipe with those flags clamped between her teeth.  She's a keeper, that one.


This is an actual photograph of her "texting" my father-in-law,
who is across the street flirting with the checkers at Macey's. 
This message says, "Don't forget to pick up some milk.  Also, I'm stuck on the roof again."


So, while I wait for the last load of laundry to dry so we can finish packing and head to the great white (or maybe just gray) north for my son's wedding, I'm pre-scheduling this little Public Service Announcement.

Here's the thing:  I've sorta been nominated for an award, and I think the voting starts today.  I'm terribly flattered, particularly since I love the woman who nominated me.  And although I had never visited the site where the nomination took place, I'm really rather impressed with what she's got going on over there. 

It's just that I'm kind of ... er, unaccustomed to such things.  I really don't know how to say, "Hey!  Looky here!" without seeming ... well, you know.  Yes, shocking as it may seem, if you hold my ego up to the light and squint at it just so, you can almost make out a patina of modesty.

So I thought I'd take a chapter out of my brilliant mother-in-law's book in hopes of taking the edge of the otherwise pointed vanity that one associates with self-promotion:


Please

go to


and vote

for my

blog.


I would love to tell you how much I appreciate your support, but you know how it is:

I've just never been very good with flags.

18 comments:

Lisa Loo said...

I have always found smoke signals to be far superior to flags and there is no roof climbing involved. Although a good mountaintop is always a plus. Just a thought.

Congrats on the nomination!!

Patty Ann said...

Congrats on the nomination. I don't like flags myself much. They get in the way and tend to blow me away. I prefer mirror signals to a flag, a little safer and you don't need a roof! Besides, what house doesn't have at least one mirror worth breaking???

hellomynameissusan said...

Done & way to go on the nom! Not too shabby especially since you're on your way to your sons wedding.

I'm pretty impressed by the flag signals you found. I think my older sister uses those too, but since she is way up north in the frozen tundra nobody knows for certain. Hmmm, maybe that's what all of those smoke stacks are. I used to think they were fires but...

Brooke said...

OK, this is embarassing and proves that I should probably stop trying to pretend that I know my way around the internet . . . but I can't figure out how to vote on that site. Maybe I should wait for my 8-year old to get home from school; she's so much more "with it" on these kinds of things.

T said...

best appeal ever... how can I turn down semaphore flags?

Garden of Egan said...

You're killing me!
I wish you would have had a picture of your mom shimmying.

Off to go check out the site and vote.

Kazzy said...

I will head on over there and do the job!

Safe travels on your way up north. Can't wait to give ya a squeeze!

Melanie said...

Wow, well, I read the nom. thing and voted for you, then I started reading some more. I gotta tell ya, I was a little put off by this blogger, not a fan. BUT I'll still vote for you:)

That Girl said...

Whoo-hoo! Congrats! I'll head on over now.

And don't knock flags. I used them myself til two weeks ago.

Alison Moore Smith said...

Very clever post!

And don"t worry about being "put off by this blogger." it's a group blog that's eight years old. Currently there are seven other bloggers who aren't nearly so...well...me. :)

Good luck on the vote!

Becca said...

Semaphor is just one of those words I don't make enough use of. Until today.

Picture my in drill-team-esque fashion, telling you how "I'
"Voted"
"For"
"You."

JoeinVegas said...

If they don't have any computers why would they need internet access? Such conflicts

Qait said...

Holy bovinity, you've got me laughing again--the message "Don't forget to pick up some milk. Also, I'm stuck on the roof again" just really struck me as hilarious!
:D Thanks for making me laugh.
Of course I'll vote for you.

PS: this is true: I used to have semaphore memorized. And I had no use for it, I just liked knowing the code (like Braille and Morse...which I also once memorized).
Seriously, Braille? Guess I'm prepared if I ever do go blind.

Scooby and Jon said...

I'm horribly sad that you're in town and I'm not going to meet you. But I did have fun setting up this morning, congrats on your son getting hitched! and thank you so much for the chocolate...chocolate and raspberry were kind of made for each other I think.

Cheeseboy said...

I've voted for you a couple times now, but I am actually a little ticked no one nominated me.

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Hee hee hee hee Oh, this made me laugh out loud.

LUB YOU SO MUCH. I'm going to vote. Hope I'm not too tardy.

wendy said...

NOW. that's texting I understand. I'll go vote.
cause I think your cool and all that....

L.T. Elliot said...

So I know I'm late to this party but I wasn't late for the voting. I swear. Because of the delights of FB, I totally knew and totally voted and totally told the world that you're totally the best. With a lot of extra totally's thrown in there, too.