For those of you who don’t know me well enough to have become suspicious at seeing my name next to a blog post entitled “Help! My two year old is a screaming monster!”, it appears that there has been a mix-up over at Planet Identity.
My name & the name of my company are currently attached to blog entries from an incorrect web address within the Planet Identity aggregator. I have no idea whether my own web address has been replaced altogether on the site (if so, this post is somewhat futile, since nobody on Planet Identity will see it), or whether both my blog entries and this other blog’s entries both get to make it to Planet Identity under my name. All I can hope is that this problem can be fixed as soon as possible, and the incorrectly referenced blog entries removed.
In the meantime, please don’t assume that everything with my name attached within the last day has come from me. I would ask you to click through to the actual blog page and to ensure that the blog you get to is http://eternaloptimist.wordpress.com.
The real (as in really mortified) Pamela Dingle.
The Wild Flowers
‘Twas the wild flowers I preferred
Who owed nothing to nobody
Who blossomed in the ditches
And made their own way in the world
‘Twas the wild flowers I admired
Who never done nothing to you
But driven from the garden
They sang their own songs in the spring
You can have your lily
You can have your rose
That were taken and broken
And bred by people
They were grafted and lamed
Twisted and tamed
But the wild flowers I enjoyed
They had nothing to do with you
They flowered by the roadside
And they wore their own colours in the sun
That were there before you
Will be there after you
That will out, that will out
Like your own true nature
You can try, you can try
That you never will defeat
The wild flowers I admired
They had nothing to do with you
But banished from the garden
They made their own way in the world
They wore their own colours in the sun
And they sang their own songs in the spring
Tagged by Pat:
- As a newborn, one of the muscles in my neck was shorter than the other – giving me what my parents feared was a permanently crooked view of the world.
- As a kid, I wanted to be a “paranormal researcher” when I grew up – after reading many, many ghost stories, I was positive that they would just know I was a kindred spirit and talk to me…
- As a teenager, I read up to 3 romance novels a day – I bought them for 15 cents each at the used bookstore. My strong preference was the “Harlequin Presents” series.
- As a twenty-something, I spent time climbing mountains and managed to fall off of one, resulting in a fancy helicopter rescue and immediate orthopedic surgery. Ask me sometime, I’ll show you the scars.
- These days, as a thirty-something, I am not only a D.I.N.K., but also a D.I.L.D.O. (double income, little dogs only)
Well now, whomever shall I tag? Bob, Gil, Craig, Dale, and Bill, please tell us FIVE things we’d never otherwise know about you…
Paul, Dave, you’re both right about nothing detracting from deep thinking up here — because the kinds of places we get to go when we take even a short break inspire deep thinking, rather than distracting from it…
Still, it’s hard to get back into the swing of city things after a whole week out there :-)