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Whoa, it’s been way to long since I’ve been here. I think the dust bunnies have had grand dust bunnies! Those following me on Twitter know that I am “still alive”, and starting a little side project on Tumblr, SexyMenReading. So, I’ve been looking / listening to a lot of stories lately. Yeah, fun it is, only thing better would be to get paid for having said fun. Hopefully, one day….*G*

Anyway, I decided to bring a bit of the story time here, featuring two celebrities reading. And, I chose these two because a) it reminds me of grandparents reading to me and b) the stories are so classic and wonderful and begging to be shared again and again.

First up, Ms. Betty White reading Harry the Dirty Dog, which for me is one of my favorites as a young reader.

Next up,  Ernest Borgnine reads The Rainbow Fish. He makes me want to smile and say “Thanks, grandpa” (and I can totally imagine my grandpa reading this to me, well, after we watch some football, that is – hehe).

Hope you enjoyed those reads. What are some of your favorites out there? Do tell. I’m always on the prowl for more good reading material.

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Using my imagination

I’m having a bit of storytime on my blog at the moment. So, get your cookies and milk (or whatever you prefer) and sit a spell. Don’t worry, it won’t be a long spell, as I’d like to avoid cramps and boredom. Hehehe

Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Let’s describe the ghosts that live in this house:

Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic

Today, I’m imagining the little old couple that lived in this house. Grandpa worked in the field, and after Grandma died of a heart problem, he did the best he could to “get along” until he could see her again. When that day finally came, Grandma was waiting with a scowl and saying “what the heck did you do to my house?!”

What can we learn from this ditty?

Perhaps, sometimes, there’s no pleasing people.

Or, don’t wait for better..live your life now.

Or…maybe Grandma was just a hard-nosed bitch. ;D

Then again, maybe it’s a different house all together. One with Casper and his mean uncles roaming all over the surrounding land. At least, that’s what came to me when I first thought of “oozing ghosts”. Shall I continue, or perhaps go farther into my imagination? (I do have an overactive one sometimes…he he) How weird am I? Do I really want to know? Do you?