I already knew this because I read it straight from Doris Kearns Goodwin herself:
“Lyndon B. Johnson had “give-away” items in the Oval Office like this electric toothbrush set stamped with the Presidential seal. Rumor has it, Doris Kearns Goodwin amassed several during her tenure as a White House intern, and finally asked LBJ, “Why toothbrushes?” LBJ said, “I want people to think of me right away when they wake up and right before they go to bed.”
Not only do I not participate at Facebook, I avoid even going there unless there’s some life altering reason to do so. Today, such an occasion presented itself: I found out that the Vlasic Stork has a Facebook page.
And it’s funny. It’s kind of an on-line support group for people who like to drink pickle juice. I admit that there have been times that once the pickles were gone, I’ve re-used the juice by sticking suitable vegetables [carrots, cucumbers, cauliflower, peppers] into the jar. I’m not that much into outright drinking pickle juice, this is an idea I can get behind:
List of possible applications:
I’m tagging this in 101 Views of My Deck because as soon s it gets warm again – only 5 short months away – I’m going to be out there with the pickle juice ice cubes.
UPDATE: Pickle Cocktails. Thank you, Shecky.
Last night the DIL said to me that this is one more thing about NJ that is crap – “wintry mix” sounds like its going to be something good. When you first hear it, it’s like “Oh -something sweet and tasty?” but no -it’s crap. NJ better wise up – we keep telling her that it’s worth sticking it out through the non-SoCal-ish times but I’m afraid a few more hurricanes, floods, blizzards, droughts or heat waves might just prove us wrong.
Hey, did I read this right? Petula Clark is 80? If yes, then that means that she was 75ish in this video. I stopped saying that I hope I’m in as good a shape as [insert name here] because i’m already halfway to the glue factory. Whatever happened to that Riverdance guy?
I’m working from home today. Whenever I have a big WebEx day, I set up both my work laptop and my home PC s I can skim blogs and mail and still be able to know what we’re talking about if they call my name (although I am far less smooth about that than I used to be). Now I’ve added my iPhone so I can watch you tube videos at the same time.
just imagine an iPhone at the end of that white cord
Of course, if I signed into the WebEx on my iPhone, then I could turn around and wrap Christmas presents on the daybed while the phone was propped up on pillows. I am enjoying the hell out of this phone so far.
This was a very thrilling twitter interaction for me this week:
I don’t really like to drop names but I happen to be a pal of the Vlasic Stork.
Over and out.
I had the good fortune to watch Cat On A Hot Tin Roof and the bad fortune to watch The Liz & Dick Story. ( Did anybody ever really call him Dick?)
L&D was a big bore and they got a lot of the fashion and accessories wrong. Her wedding hairdo for instance – I. Cannot. Even. I did see one thing that thrilled me to pieces - the tracheotomy scar. And yet they could not bother to cover up those freckles.
I saw the real Liz earlier in the day in Cat and waited for the moment when she would flash her remarkable vaccination scar. She did not disappoint.
magnifico
Yesterday the DVR box went blooey and now only gives you part of the dialog. Sami’s taking it to trade in for a new one today but that means that I’ll lose whatever I had saved on this box. One thing I wanted to show you was a video of Jack Nicholson’s compelling overnight DJ monologue that opens The King of Marvin Gardens. Now I can’t of course because of the missing words. But I did let the recording run a few minutes longer until I came to this: Ellen Burstyn welcoming Jack to the train station in Atlantic city.
The quality is too poor in this image captured from the tube but I would so love to make this part of my banner design. I think it suits me.
When I opened the box for my new and first ever pizza stone, the enclosed pizza cutter clattered to the floor so I didn’t notice the care and use instructions floating gently down as well. By the time I checked out what the clatter was, balanced the stone on the box and checked so it wouldn’t slide off, the only thing down there was the cutter. I saw the single sheet of instructions when I was sliding the stone out of the box so where could it be?
You know where this is going, right?
Bless his little canine heart.
I only wish he would start eating papers from the bottom instead of the top. That might have saved my Countdown To Thanksgiving, but probably not the $100 in twenties.
