Mysteries. They seem to crowding around me like flies at a picnic. I'm asking Why? Who? What? even though I know there is no answer.mys·ter·y [mis-tuh-ree, -tree] –noun
- anything that is kept secret or remains unexplained or unknown: the mysteries of nature.
- any affair, thing, or person that presents features or qualities so obscure as to arouse curiosity or speculation: The masked guest is an absolute mystery to everyone.
- obscure, puzzling, or mysterious quality or character: the mystery of Mona Lisa's smile.
- any truth that is unknowable except by divine revelation.
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On the way in to school a few days ago I saw a huge flock of sparrows twittering and feeding on a lawn newly sown with grass seed. this in and of itself isn't mysterious; but the presence of a green and gold budgie in their midst is.
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I spent the long weekend at my older brother's place, and we spent a nice afternoon going through old, old photos. Most I'd never seen before as they are from a period during my dad's first marriage. One small package surprised me - my brother said they were Earl's, my maternal grandmother's boyfriend. One mystery is how my brother got them; but the big mystery for me lies in this picture, with no date or inscription.
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There are poker mysteries too. Case in point: I've ITMed in three of three blogger games I've played: BritBloggerment, the Monkey and the Mookie. Online poker has been so cold to me lately, I'm in a state of disbelief at the moment.
Another mystery to me is when people who know me, and know that I often fly by the seat of my pants, am math challenged and have the attention span of a small gnat are genuinely surprised when I exhibit all of those qualities at a low-cost poker game amongst friends.
And yet another: why do I keep getting all these lovely notes from people encouraging me to register on pokerweblogs.com when I am apparently already in their database? And how did I get in their database exactly?
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The mind boggles.
hmmmmmmm
Judging by the distance between breasts and the sweet pants I'd have to say that it's Tori Spelling's great, great grandmother.
You're welcome.
And don't you just love backhanded insults...