I’m not really a hippie. (About)

What or who is a hippie cahier?

I’m not really a hippie, but I think they were onto something with that whole peace, love, and understanding idea.

Cahier is a French word for notebook.  I’m not French, either.

You’re not alone if you thought it said “Cashier” or “Chair.” People find their way here using those search terms often. I’m not really sure why that is.
 
This is  a hippie cashier.  (Photo: Denver Post)

This is a hippie cashier.

 
This is  a hippie chair.  (Photo: Pinterest, "hippie").

This is a hippie chair.

This (gesturing all around) is Hippie Cahier.   A sort of notebook.

Hippie + Cahier = a rhyme with Yippie-ki-yay, as in the cowboy singalongs.

I am aware of the Die Hard movie quote, and despite my peace and love-preferring ways, to be honest, there are times when I feel that sentiment. I try to keep it in check, though.

This is a virtual notebook where I scribble whatever feels like coming out, and it usually has something to do with peace or love or music. . . or some silly story wherein I employ a rhetorical device known as hyperbole.

 I’m not really . . .

  • . . . a humor blogger. Sometimes I’m funny, and I like to think that, whenever I can, I choose to be amused and/or fascinated.I love to laugh and I hope we’ll do that together. If you’re looking for consistently entertaining humor, there are many, many people around who are much better at that than I am. I’m happy to name names. Just ask.
  • . . .  a liberal or a conservative.  I do care about social issues, sometimes quite passionately, but. . .
  • . . . comfortable on a soapbox. If you found your way here through one of my occasionally passionate rants, you may find yourself confused when my next post is utterly ridiculous.
  • . . .  a writer, nor do I aspire to be one.

I started a blog because I’m one of those people who is more comfortable expressing myself through the written word. When I have a choice, I’m usually the quietest person in a room and when I have something to say, no one hears me anyway. But  I would crumble like an analogy that I’m too lazy to think of if I had to live up to others’ expectations from my writing.

That’s me in a nutshell.

Also, I’m not really in a nutshell.

17 thoughts on “I’m not really a hippie. (About)

    • I’m always glad to have a comment from someone who appears to have a real blog! Looking forward to checking yours out. I’ll be by to visit when I have a little time to explore. Thanks for stopping by here!

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  1. I think I’ve said this before but I love the refresh of your blog. The little I know about you…it now feels more “you.”

    Namaste. (My daughter, the yogi, taught me this is a more mindful way to say “you rock.”)

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  4. OMGosh…you’re awesome! I’m so glad to have found you over at Christy’s page. You had me from the beginning, but when I read the part about being the quietest person in the room and not even heard when speaking…well, I may have hollered out a knowing hallelujah. Plus, I think living in a nutshell might be kinda fun to try :-)

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    • Well, thank you! I like that the blog world gives us quiet folks a chance to hear each other. Thanks for visiting and, again, kudos on such a great job with the Life in 6 Songs project. I’ll be by for a visit soon. :-)

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  5. Well… I’m new here to the WP community so I’m comments stalking blogs I already follow to find new blogs to follow… that’s how I found you… stalking Peg’s Blog.

    I’m looking forward to seeing you in my reader!

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