Blah-Blah
n [imit.] (1918): 1 silly or pretentious chatter or nonsense ~ Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th ed.
A post in which I may prattle on about nothing, aka silly nonsense.
I like it!
Don’t you just love the word prattle?
Moving right along.
I’m thinking in B-words today.
Not that kind of B-word.
This kind of B-word.
Bicycle.
Click it bigger.
See. Another B-word.
Here. Let me bold that for you. Click it bigger. You know you want to.
The sun was shining yesterday. Yes! The sun was shining in Ontarioland, and it was a warm 39 Fahren.
So, we did what we are wont to do on such a day after a long and arctic-vortex cold winter. We buzzed down the road.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Those B-words are on a roll.
We drove to the country just on the border of Burbville, which is where I live, writing over the garage. Burbville is a fictitious land, but that’s okay. We drove to the border of it anyway. That’s how we got to the country.
We stopped at one of our favorite nurseries to get our spring on. The place was a hive of spring bulbs and Easter lovelies. A feast for the winterscape eyes.
I could have said beehive of spring bulbs, but that would have been a total blah-blah.
Oh, dear. Someone get me off this B-word roller coaster.
I’m beginning to worry that I keep typing B-wrod. What does that say about me?
I digress.
I love a good bicycle shot.
This antique bicycle was hanging from one of the ceiling poles of the nursery.
Totally nonsensical.
Who goes to the nursery and expects to see a bicycle hanging from the ceiling poles?
Their creativity made me swoon.
It’s not difficult to make me swoon.
I swoon all the time. All. The. Time.
I have a bicycle. It lives in the garage. One of its tires lives in my office. I couldn’t bear to part with it.
Sob. My 1983 Raleigh Sprite 5-speed is considered vintage. I blah-blah about it here.
I bought it secondhand. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
That is such a lie.
Is this blog post giving you a total B-word buzzkill yet?
Wait! Don’t answer that.
Because I don’t think I can stop the B-words from coming. They’re floating in a comment bubble on my brain.
In the immortal words of the Road Runner.
Beep! Beep!
Or was that Meep! Meep!?
Blimey!!
The end.
Elen
Too funny, No you don’t expect to find a bike at a nursery but neither did we expect to find a VW bug inside our dentist’s office, also in Ontarioland! Strange but memorable. Thanks for the post, Cheryl
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Thank you, Cheryl. OMG, I’d make a dental appointment just to see the VW bug inside. It’s one of my fave cars. As always, comments are loved. Cheers!
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Oh Lordy, you do prattle on 😋
I LOVE this type of post – frenetic and fun (there’s an ‘F’ word or two!)
I know I’ve over-explained something when granddaughter mumbles ‘blah blah blah’ under her breath. Next time I’ll say, “oh dear, too much prattle for you?”
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“I know I’ve over-explained something when granddaughter mumbles ‘blah blah blah’ under her breath. Next time I’ll say, ‘oh dear, too much prattle for you?'” – Bwahaaha, Sammy. You’re armed for bear now. And, thank you. Cheers!
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Things not to be where they are not to be is fun… like a blender in a bathroom or battery in that blender while in the bathroom… blunder.
Welcome in the “B”… as a host I am stopping by to say thank you!
Jeremy [Retro]
AtoZ Challenge Co-Host [2015]
There’s no earthly way of knowing.
Which direction we are going!
HOLLYWOOD NUTS!
Come Visit: You know you want to know if me or Hollywood… is Nuts?
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Bwahaaha. You’re on a B-roll! Thanks for taking the time to comment. Cheers!
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Bloomin’ brilliant…blah, blah, blah!
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Hahaha. You said the B-words! Thank you, Mark! Glad to see my comment/s showed up at your blog. All comments greatly appreciated. Cheers!!
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The word prattle is indeed a very good word. Very satisfying to roll off the tongue.
But on the subject of bicycles, I had my beloved pink bicycle stolen form outside my house one year while I was on vacation. A week later we found a notice in our mailbox from the local police asking us to please lock up our bikes because of a string of thefts in the neighborhood. After that, however, no more problems. I suppose the thief was caught.
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Just so. Well, that’s a shame about your pink bike. I hope they really enjoyed their ride, since they went to all the trouble to permanently borrow it! Did you replace it with another pink bike?
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I sincerely doubt it. That bike needed about $70 worth of work to make it run smoothly. Still, it was the first new bike I’ve ever owned, and it has a special place in my heart.
I replaced it with a blue one, actually. Same model, but I HAD to get the blue one this time, since the company name is Fromage. 😉
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Blimey! That bicycle is not blah-blah. 😉 So fun, Elen! I can’t wait to see what you do next!
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Thank you, Diana. Only 23 to go. We’ll share some bubbly after!
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