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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.” I see those search terms often. 
 
This is  a hippie cashier.  (Photo: Denver Post)

This is a hippie cashier. (Photo: Denver Post)

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

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

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.

It’s a long-running joke in my family that I come by the storytelling honestly: an Irish paternal grandmother and an American Indian maternal grandmother.

  • 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.
  • I’m not really a liberal or a conservative.  I do care about social issues, sometimes quite passionately, but. . .
  • I’m not really 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.
  • I’m not really 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.

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    • 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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