tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77311824213079598962023-06-20T05:11:37.618-07:00Born to be me!Random thoughts and weird musings of a person who limps to the beat of a different drum...Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-49623364540678308042011-01-22T18:11:00.000-08:002011-01-22T18:11:03.554-08:00Ditching School<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I don't remember a lot of the fine details--it's been forty-something years ago. But I do know it was in the morning, on a warm, fall day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>wore a "sissy" dress to school that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was light yellow chiffon over a dark yellow taffeta that was emblazoned with daisies. Why I remember that, I don't know unless it was because I preferred jeans and a tee shirt, but since it was my first year of kindergarten at Crooked Oak Elementary my mom wanted me to look nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My best friend, Evelyn Post, and I were playing on the "teeter-totter" when the bell rang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I wasn't looking forward to going inside the green dismal room that was formerly a WW II Barrack. I wasn't looking forward to having to sit quietly and pay attention, either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I knew when the bell rang, you had to go inside. That was the rule.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"C'mon, Evelyn."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her, "We have to go."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"No!" She protested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Let's stay out and play!"<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"But we'll get in trouble," I whined.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"No we won't." She protested, her dark eyes flashing mischievously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Evelyn had pigtails down to her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a free spirit and even though I was a month older (which I never let her forget all the way through school.) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I don't even remember how we got acquainted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just know for as far back as I can remember, Evelyn was my cohort--my partner in crime and I respected her opinion.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"We'll just play for a little while longer, then we'll go in."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She countered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I pursed my lips tightly into a thin, straight line--it was something I tended to do when I was in deep thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a beautiful day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were having a lot of fun. What harm could there be? Why go inside to some stuffy classroom when we could stay outside and play in the fresh, fall sunshine? Made sense to me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">No more than fifteen minutes went by when Mrs. Belcher came looking for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I recall, Mrs. Belcher was a giant of a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Of course, when you're five everybody seems large.) And the moment I saw her face, I knew we were in trouble. I didn't say a word. My heart pounded., my pulse raced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My little five-year old legs wobbled beneath me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was dead meat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If the teacher didn't kill me, my mother would.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Evelyn was rattling off some explanation ninety miles an hour. "We were just…blah…blah…blah."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The incident didn't even seem to faze her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I admired her ability to stay cool and think so fast on her feet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Mrs. Belcher marched us into the classroom without saying a word and that scared me more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would have felt better if she were yelling at us--or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The silence was deafening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I was already trying to dream up some lame excuse--some story to tell my mother--because I just knew Mrs. Belcher would call her. Ditching kindergarten! I might even be expelled!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My life flashed before my eyes--my school years nipped in the bud before they even started!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Then there was my dad. I could see it now. He'd bend down and look me sternly in the face, eyeball to eyeball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nose to nose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">"You know what I want you to do, Sharon Gail," he'd say, "but you do what you think is best."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I always hated that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although it gave me permissions of sort to do what I wanted, I always ended up doing what my Dad wanted because there would be heck to pay if I didn't. Besides that, I didn't want to hear, "I-told-you-so" for the rest of my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">He'd probably deport me to go live on the street with all those starving kids in India.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or worse yet, to go live with my grandmother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">But Mrs. Belcher didn't even get upset.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She calmly explained that when the bell ring, we had to come inside and that we must never skip class again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">It's funny how subtlety peer-pressure sneaks into your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here I was only five and I had already succumbed to it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I didn't like that feeling that I had let my teacher down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or that I might disappointed my parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Worse yet, I didn't like the feeling that I had not acted responsibly when people trusted me to do so. It was at that moment I decided I would never cut class again--peer pressure or no peer pressure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">And for the next thirteen years at Crooked Oak I never did.</span></div>Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-79305188549511323452011-01-20T15:17:00.000-08:002011-01-20T15:17:41.962-08:00A Tribute to Faith, a Favored Pet<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">There’s something about a warm dog on a cold night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The way she snuggles up to you in the recliner,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">As you watch the six o’clock news.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And you know the highlight of her whole day</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Is hearing the car pull in the garage </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And seeing you walk through the door.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">She doesn’t care if you’re fat or what you look like without makeup on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">She’s quite content to bask in your shadow</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And to bring you her squeaky toy when she’s bored and it’s time to play.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">It’s then you know you’re looking at the closest thing you’ll ever see on this earth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">To a true and unconditional love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And all she asks for in return is a gentle pat on the head </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And some dog food in her bowl—you know the kind she likes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I think maybe the amount of pain you feel when you lose a pet</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Is somehow commensurate to the amount of love they brought into your life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">That’s what makes our pets so special.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">And why it’s so hard to let them go.</span></div>Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-77854761620037768152011-01-19T11:05:00.000-08:002011-01-19T11:05:40.681-08:00Manifest<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My thoughts about 2 months shy of my 60<sup>th</sup> birthday.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Keep in mind: reality bites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes, it is very hard to face reality, let alone accept it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Have no expectations other than anticipating the worse and being pleasantly surprised if it’s better.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">What goes around, comes around—and what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Never let anything take such priority it overshadows common sense, reason and most important, God or His timing.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Learn when to hold and when to fold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Look for the tell-tale signs and learn the art of gracefully bowing out of a “no-win” situation.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Seek first to understand...then to be understood. It’s not about you.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Remember, someone does not have to be wrong for you to be right.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">No ones forces you to do anything. You choose. Be responsible for the decisions you make--no matter how much it hurts.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Learn to love others unconditionally. Allow them to be human and make mistakes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Forgive them--then forget.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We are the sum total of our life’s experiences. Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>I choose to laugh.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-50396556020115683672011-01-19T10:00:00.001-08:002011-01-19T10:00:38.642-08:00My Life<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">MY LIFE</span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Diet Coke cans...</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>scattered about......Like random thoughts on paper </span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">My life.</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Joys and strife.</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Summed up in empty cans?</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Whose pop top contents burns like liquid fire</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet cool, like ice</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Constantly diminished...</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>yet perpetually replenished</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">God is good.</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">More to say...another day.</span></strong></div>Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-10131677886020357892010-12-08T11:55:00.000-08:002010-12-08T12:00:29.371-08:00DO YOU REMEMBER?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Penny loafers?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But</span> you put a dime in them because that was enough to make a call home from a pay phone.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Sunbathing, slathered in baby oil (this was before you knew about the dangerous effects of sun?)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Tiger Beat “ and “Teen Magazine?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Weekly list of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>25 vocabulary words?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You not only had to SPELL them, you had to know what they meant!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Beatle wigs?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The yukky pizza “squares” in the school cafeteria?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Learning the 10-Key by touch and how to operate a Posting Machine in Business Machine’s class?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Plymouth Valliants?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Nehru jackets?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Pink Princess telephones with the lighted rotary dials?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">How cute Davey Jones was?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">That recurring nightmare you were late catching the school bus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you ran and made it only to look down and realized you weren’t dressed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Well, maybe I was the only one who had that dream.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Plaid Madras shirts?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Double features at the movies? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Coca Cola in bottles? Glass bottles only?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Sifer’s Marshmallow Cups?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Mohair sweaters?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Rubber Flip-Flops?<br />
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Life before microwave ovens? Cellphones and PCs?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
That's the way I remember "Life After Sixty." </div>Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731182421307959896.post-84028616605858893552010-12-07T14:55:00.000-08:002010-12-07T14:55:56.867-08:00ARTHRITIC WOESHi Cyberfriends:<br />
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Today's blog is short and simple. WHY? Why is arthritis such a "pain in the butt?" You can treat it, and if you are fortunate, you may be able to ease the pain a bit...but you can never get rid of it. <br />
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People don't understand. You hurt if you move. You hurt if you don't move. The pain is always there. Some days are better and some days are worse.<br />
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There are drugs. Pop a few pills. You still hurt...but you just don't care any more...until you hit the "donut hole" on your prescription plan.<br />
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That's the way I see "Life After Sixty."Mama Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922022087535959194noreply@blogger.com0