A while back Millie Garfield had a video on her blog "My Mom's Blog" which showed her preparing a "sure fire arthritis remedy". Gin Soaked Raisins. Since I have been having a problem, after I sit for any length of time, with walking and really bad stiffness and some pain , I decided to give Millie's remedy a try, thinking my problem might be arthritis.
I bought some golden raisins and a pint of Gordon's Gin. I put the raisins in a glass jar, just enough to cover the bottom of the jar. I poured in the gin. Just enough to cover the raisins and have about 2 inches of the gin over top of raisins. I shook the mixture and placed it in the refrigerator where it stayed for about a week until the raisins had plumped up and absorbed the gin.
In the meanwhile having the gin in the pantry and deciding that it smelled good and reading that gin is made from juniper berries, I thought, what the heck, I will take a tablespoon of the gin while I wait on the raisins to plump up. Hum, Not bad. Tastes like cough syrup. The next night I got out a small Waterford cordial glass, filled it with crushed ice and put in 2 tablespoons of the gin and sipped it. Not bad. And also the next night too, but added a lemon twist.
Meanwhile I researched the gin and raisins remedy on the internet and I came up with this information:
"Juniper Berries
Aunt Sophie came by a while ago with her secret remedy to vanquish arthritis. Aunt Sophie is, how can I best put it, of a certain age. This is a certain age that often has much in common with walkers, canes and wheel chairs; but Aunt Sophie is in great shape and is full of, as the expression goes, piss and vinegar, or, as I found, in her case, raisins and gin.“Have a few of these, every day,” was her command as she handed me a hand-packed container of her favourite concoction—raisins plumped to almost the size of grapes, redolent and swollen with Beefeater’s best. “Another bubbe-mayse,” I thought, as I munched some—a tale from the old country. But after a little research I decided this one might not be so far-fetched.The flavour of gin comes from juniper berries. These come from conifer plants, evergreens common in Europe and North America. New berries appear in the fall and can take two or three years to ripen. They are rich in vitamin C and terpenes, the essential oil which, in large quantities is manufactured into turpentine. During the Middle Ages the berries were kept in nosegays to help block the scent of the plague. For centuries, medicinal usage favoured using them in anti-inflammatory prescriptions. Hence, perhaps, Aunt Sophie’s arthritis remedy."
So here I am about 10 days later,(crossing my fingers for luck) feeling much better and able to sit awhile and then get up and walk without pain and stiffness.
Is it the gin and raisins.The gin. Or a combination including the 3 Advil a day I also started taking? Or is it just dumb luck?
All I know is, I hope it lasts.
Cheers, Millie
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
UH OH---
(this from our local paper. At least no one was living in it. But still.....what if you had gone shopping and came back to this.......
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Thursday, June 11, 2009
"Al Byrd of Sandy Springs got a phone call Monday telling him that his family home in Carroll County had been torn down. The steps remain.The three bedroom house was on a little road bearing Al Byrd’s family’s name.
It’s where all 10 Byrd children grew up, where they gathered to pray, where they lined up youngest to oldest for Christmas gifts, where they recall dad dispensing life lessons from the front porch. It’s where neighbors would walk over to eat watermelons, peanuts and sweet potatoes, and rehearse for the choir.
Now, all that’s left of the house are those memories — and a pile of questions — after the Carroll County home was mistakenly reduced to rubble Monday afternoon.
“It’s incredulous,” said a still-shocked Byrd, a retired Xerox executive who lives in Atlanta. “It’s not about money. This is about family.”
The man who did the yard work at the home, which no one was living in, called Byrd late Monday with the news. Byrd immediately hopped on I-20 and called the Carroll County Sheriff’s Department. He turned onto Byrd Trail — named for his family — in disbelief. Even the mailbox was no longer standing..
“Why did you knock this house down?” Byrd said he asked members of a Marietta demolition company Tuesday morning.
Byrd said a representative of North Georgia Container told him the company was hired by another company, Southern Environmental Services, to raze the home. And that company was hired by Fore Star Property, according to the sheriff’s department report.
None of the three companies responded to messages left Thursday afternoon.
Byrd was told paperwork and GPS coordinates led the demolition crew to 11 Byrd Trail. He said no company ever contacted him before leveling the house.
“If we were going to get rid of it, we would have done it after my father died in 1998,” Byrd said.
He suspects a house on the opposite side of railroad tracks was the intended target of demolition. It’s a wooden home with a green roof รข€” substantially different than his three-bedroom family home.
Vernice Parham, who has lived on the street with two of her six sisters for more than 40 years, was home when the demolition began. “It hurt my heart,” she said. “I wasn’t raised up in it , but I was raised up near it,” Parham said. “I know we got a heavenly home. But we’ve got a Earthly home there.”
Byrd has hired a lawyer, but he isn’t sure what his next step will be yet. His only daughter is getting married on Saturday, and he doesn’t want to be distracted for the big event.
“I’m trying to compartmentalize this,” Byrd said Thursday afternoon. “I don’t want to put a pall on the wedding.”
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Thursday, June 11, 2009
"Al Byrd of Sandy Springs got a phone call Monday telling him that his family home in Carroll County had been torn down. The steps remain.The three bedroom house was on a little road bearing Al Byrd’s family’s name.
It’s where all 10 Byrd children grew up, where they gathered to pray, where they lined up youngest to oldest for Christmas gifts, where they recall dad dispensing life lessons from the front porch. It’s where neighbors would walk over to eat watermelons, peanuts and sweet potatoes, and rehearse for the choir.
Now, all that’s left of the house are those memories — and a pile of questions — after the Carroll County home was mistakenly reduced to rubble Monday afternoon.
“It’s incredulous,” said a still-shocked Byrd, a retired Xerox executive who lives in Atlanta. “It’s not about money. This is about family.”
The man who did the yard work at the home, which no one was living in, called Byrd late Monday with the news. Byrd immediately hopped on I-20 and called the Carroll County Sheriff’s Department. He turned onto Byrd Trail — named for his family — in disbelief. Even the mailbox was no longer standing..
“Why did you knock this house down?” Byrd said he asked members of a Marietta demolition company Tuesday morning.
Byrd said a representative of North Georgia Container told him the company was hired by another company, Southern Environmental Services, to raze the home. And that company was hired by Fore Star Property, according to the sheriff’s department report.
None of the three companies responded to messages left Thursday afternoon.
Byrd was told paperwork and GPS coordinates led the demolition crew to 11 Byrd Trail. He said no company ever contacted him before leveling the house.
“If we were going to get rid of it, we would have done it after my father died in 1998,” Byrd said.
He suspects a house on the opposite side of railroad tracks was the intended target of demolition. It’s a wooden home with a green roof รข€” substantially different than his three-bedroom family home.
Vernice Parham, who has lived on the street with two of her six sisters for more than 40 years, was home when the demolition began. “It hurt my heart,” she said. “I wasn’t raised up in it , but I was raised up near it,” Parham said. “I know we got a heavenly home. But we’ve got a Earthly home there.”
Byrd has hired a lawyer, but he isn’t sure what his next step will be yet. His only daughter is getting married on Saturday, and he doesn’t want to be distracted for the big event.
“I’m trying to compartmentalize this,” Byrd said Thursday afternoon. “I don’t want to put a pall on the wedding.”
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Possessions
Today as I was reading the New York Times I ran across an interesting question:If you had to leave your home in a big hurry what one item would you choose to save. Or stated another way, what one possession do you love most of all ?
As I thought about all the "stuff" we have accumulated in almost 58 years of marriage in over six different houses, I wondered what one thing is most precious to me.
Not any of the books or knickknacks. Paintings collected over the years. Jewelry. Computers. Furniture. Silverware. Etc etc. It is all just stuff.
The one thing I would grab on my way out in a hurry would be:
The small, black and white photograph of my mother that sits in a silver frame on a bookshelf in my living room. It is a formal studio portrait type popular back then. She sits in a decorative wooden chair. There is a painted landscape background. She is pictured in a white dress, white stockings, her dark hair pulled back in a bun. Her own mother, a farmer's wife but an accomplished seamstress, made this dress with fine tucks adorning the bodice.
The date of the photograph would be about 1915 or so. At this time my mother would have been about 22 years old and teaching school in a one room schoolhouse in rural Georgia near Madison, Georgia. She was single, having not yet met her future husband, my father.
Many times since she died at age 91, I touched this photograph and blew her a kiss saying "Goodnight Mother"
I wish I had just an hour or two to sit down with her again and tell her I understand so much of what she went through as she aged. Now that I am approaching age 80, I better understand the aches and pains; the joys and trails of enduring to old age she talked about back then.
What would you choose to save. What one material possession do you love most?
As I thought about all the "stuff" we have accumulated in almost 58 years of marriage in over six different houses, I wondered what one thing is most precious to me.
Not any of the books or knickknacks. Paintings collected over the years. Jewelry. Computers. Furniture. Silverware. Etc etc. It is all just stuff.
The one thing I would grab on my way out in a hurry would be:
The small, black and white photograph of my mother that sits in a silver frame on a bookshelf in my living room. It is a formal studio portrait type popular back then. She sits in a decorative wooden chair. There is a painted landscape background. She is pictured in a white dress, white stockings, her dark hair pulled back in a bun. Her own mother, a farmer's wife but an accomplished seamstress, made this dress with fine tucks adorning the bodice.
The date of the photograph would be about 1915 or so. At this time my mother would have been about 22 years old and teaching school in a one room schoolhouse in rural Georgia near Madison, Georgia. She was single, having not yet met her future husband, my father.
Many times since she died at age 91, I touched this photograph and blew her a kiss saying "Goodnight Mother"
I wish I had just an hour or two to sit down with her again and tell her I understand so much of what she went through as she aged. Now that I am approaching age 80, I better understand the aches and pains; the joys and trails of enduring to old age she talked about back then.
What would you choose to save. What one material possession do you love most?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My Cup Runneth Over
Remember the drought?
The one that enveloped the entire southeastern part of the US. The one that started the water wars between Georgia, Alabama and Florida? The water cops were out in full force. Neighbors were ratting on neighbors for watering lawns, gardens, flower beds.
Articles were written about conservation. Some even went so far as to collect the water in their showers in buckets and reuse it for outdoor watering. And many had expensive wells dug in their yards to bypass the official water sources and watering restrictions. Lush, green lawns were suspect. Signs went up "This lawn is watered using "WELL WATER"
Plans were made to plant cactus gardens.
Lakes Lanier and Allatoona were 12 to 15 feet below average levels. Florida said they needed MORE water released from Lake Lanier so the snail darters could survive. (We human Georgians wanted to survive also). Polititians fumed and fought.
Lake front lots were dry docks. It was HOT and DRY. PARCHED. It went on and on. Year after year. Almost to "dust bowl" proportions. the "Okies" among us were considering loading up the pickups and heading for California.
Then March, April and May 2009 came:
"Unusually active weather pattern brings frequent torrential rains to the Southeast. The last week of March and first week of April brought a shift in the large-scale weather patterns across the Southeast U.S., characterized by an active pattern with frequent low pressure systems moving across the northern Gulf Coast. Several of these systems were slow-moving, allowing soaking rains and thunderstorms to dump heavy accumulations of rain over the two-week period across most of Georgia, Alabama, and North Florida.. The widespread nature of the heavy rainfall has resulted in flooding of low-lying or poorly-drained areas and record or near-record floods on some Georgia and North Florida Rivers."
And according to WSB-TV Channel 2 meteorologist David Chandley
"Finally, the drought is OVER!.
As I track showers and t-storms across the southeast, I found this little nugget on the computer. For the first time in more than 2 years, the state of Georgia is drought free!! "
Oh. And by the way. about a month ago we had a soaker system installed for our tiny front yard and new shrubs.
Probably that did it and the heavens opened up and blessed us all with
Rain.
Beautiful Rain.
Wet wonderful water.
Rain.
cloudburst, deluge, drencher,flood, liquid sunshine, monsoon, pouring, raindrops, rainstorm, sheets, showers, sun shower, torrent, wet stuff.
Whoopee!!!
The one that enveloped the entire southeastern part of the US. The one that started the water wars between Georgia, Alabama and Florida? The water cops were out in full force. Neighbors were ratting on neighbors for watering lawns, gardens, flower beds.
Articles were written about conservation. Some even went so far as to collect the water in their showers in buckets and reuse it for outdoor watering. And many had expensive wells dug in their yards to bypass the official water sources and watering restrictions. Lush, green lawns were suspect. Signs went up "This lawn is watered using "WELL WATER"
Plans were made to plant cactus gardens.
Lakes Lanier and Allatoona were 12 to 15 feet below average levels. Florida said they needed MORE water released from Lake Lanier so the snail darters could survive. (We human Georgians wanted to survive also). Polititians fumed and fought.
Lake front lots were dry docks. It was HOT and DRY. PARCHED. It went on and on. Year after year. Almost to "dust bowl" proportions. the "Okies" among us were considering loading up the pickups and heading for California.
Then March, April and May 2009 came:
"Unusually active weather pattern brings frequent torrential rains to the Southeast. The last week of March and first week of April brought a shift in the large-scale weather patterns across the Southeast U.S., characterized by an active pattern with frequent low pressure systems moving across the northern Gulf Coast. Several of these systems were slow-moving, allowing soaking rains and thunderstorms to dump heavy accumulations of rain over the two-week period across most of Georgia, Alabama, and North Florida.. The widespread nature of the heavy rainfall has resulted in flooding of low-lying or poorly-drained areas and record or near-record floods on some Georgia and North Florida Rivers."
And according to WSB-TV Channel 2 meteorologist David Chandley
"Finally, the drought is OVER!.
As I track showers and t-storms across the southeast, I found this little nugget on the computer. For the first time in more than 2 years, the state of Georgia is drought free!! "
Oh. And by the way. about a month ago we had a soaker system installed for our tiny front yard and new shrubs.
Probably that did it and the heavens opened up and blessed us all with
Rain.
Beautiful Rain.
Wet wonderful water.
Rain.
cloudburst, deluge, drencher,flood, liquid sunshine, monsoon, pouring, raindrops, rainstorm, sheets, showers, sun shower, torrent, wet stuff.
Whoopee!!!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Twitter?
I don't have a clue. I do not know what Twitter is or what Twitter does or what I could do with Twitter. Why would I want to Twitter? Would Twitter show up on my cell phone? If it did who would Twitter me?
What would they say. What would I say?
Might I Twitter this:
Watched "The Office" and "30 Rock" tonight.
Watched new detective show "Southland"
Good show..hard to follow
Relatives coming for holiday.
Dick Cheney is making an a** of himself.
Again.
Your time is up Dick.
Went to library.
Checked out"Me Talk Pretty One Day"
Sprinkled rain today
Windy yesterday
Blew fern off deck.
Shocked that Adam lost American Idol
Chris cute but no star power
Kara almost did striptease on Idol
I hate tattoos.
Played bridge on net tonite.
Getting sleepy
Going to bed and read.
Nite.
.
What would they say. What would I say?
Might I Twitter this:
Watched "The Office" and "30 Rock" tonight.
Watched new detective show "Southland"
Good show..hard to follow
Relatives coming for holiday.
Dick Cheney is making an a** of himself.
Again.
Your time is up Dick.
Went to library.
Checked out"Me Talk Pretty One Day"
Sprinkled rain today
Windy yesterday
Blew fern off deck.
Shocked that Adam lost American Idol
Chris cute but no star power
Kara almost did striptease on Idol
I hate tattoos.
Played bridge on net tonite.
Getting sleepy
Going to bed and read.
Nite.
.
Monday, May 11, 2009
US Senate.
Ok.
I know I have been pushing myself too hard for the last few weeks.
Maybe it is the spring time "nesting instinct" or perhaps I am a bit manic also.
Whatever is the cause, recently I have been on a house cleaning, fixing up, having repainting done, new landscaping in our tiny front yard. Activities which have me near exaustion
But today as I was reading the Yahoo News I realized I absolutely had passed the point of no return when I read this headline:
"CHRIST RUNNING FOR THE US SENATE"
what???
of course it read
"Crist running for US Senate" Crist being the present GOP Governor of
Florida.
But then I thought about the field day the press would have with rumors, scandals, inuendos, and so forth if CHRIST" were running for the US Senate. What a time for "swift boating" that would be.
In today's atmosphere even the most holy are not immune from slander.
I know I have been pushing myself too hard for the last few weeks.
Maybe it is the spring time "nesting instinct" or perhaps I am a bit manic also.
Whatever is the cause, recently I have been on a house cleaning, fixing up, having repainting done, new landscaping in our tiny front yard. Activities which have me near exaustion
But today as I was reading the Yahoo News I realized I absolutely had passed the point of no return when I read this headline:
"CHRIST RUNNING FOR THE US SENATE"
what???
of course it read
"Crist running for US Senate" Crist being the present GOP Governor of
Florida.
But then I thought about the field day the press would have with rumors, scandals, inuendos, and so forth if CHRIST" were running for the US Senate. What a time for "swift boating" that would be.
In today's atmosphere even the most holy are not immune from slander.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Spring is for the Birds
Recently I have noticed numerous blog posts about birds building nests near the house. On porches, decks, garages, lampposts and so on.
For instance :
Golden Days Ginnie had this to say about her most recent bird nest find on her front porch:
"a bunch of leaves seemed to have blown together on top of a 3-tier wrought iron piece where I usually put fresh flowers in season.Imagine my surprise when I tried to move it and a startled little Carolina Wren flew out. She had been protecting her eggs and I quickly realized it was her nest."
This made me recall one of the most unusual spots birds have chosen near my home for their nest.
Once some years back my husband had left one of his golf caps on a baker's rack in the open garage. A bird built a nest in it and that tickled us. And hubby lost his golf hat for the duration.
Then another time prior to that I had gotten one of those KiaPet things as a joke gift for hubby. It was of a bald head with seed on top. I watered the KiaPet and the {hair) seed came in green and plentiful.We left it outside on the same rack. After the grass dried out another enterprising bird kept picking the dry grass from the Kia head to use for a nest.
And believe it or not we kept seeing a little bird flying in and out of a small hole in our gas grill on the patio. Yes. It was building a nest in the grill. And of course we couldn't grill until the wee ones hatched. Then we cleaned out the nest and covered the hole. We did not want grilled bird eggs for dinner.:(
Do you remember any unusual or fun places birds have nested near your home?
For instance :
Golden Days Ginnie had this to say about her most recent bird nest find on her front porch:
"a bunch of leaves seemed to have blown together on top of a 3-tier wrought iron piece where I usually put fresh flowers in season.Imagine my surprise when I tried to move it and a startled little Carolina Wren flew out. She had been protecting her eggs and I quickly realized it was her nest."
This made me recall one of the most unusual spots birds have chosen near my home for their nest.
Once some years back my husband had left one of his golf caps on a baker's rack in the open garage. A bird built a nest in it and that tickled us. And hubby lost his golf hat for the duration.
Then another time prior to that I had gotten one of those KiaPet things as a joke gift for hubby. It was of a bald head with seed on top. I watered the KiaPet and the {hair) seed came in green and plentiful.We left it outside on the same rack. After the grass dried out another enterprising bird kept picking the dry grass from the Kia head to use for a nest.
And believe it or not we kept seeing a little bird flying in and out of a small hole in our gas grill on the patio. Yes. It was building a nest in the grill. And of course we couldn't grill until the wee ones hatched. Then we cleaned out the nest and covered the hole. We did not want grilled bird eggs for dinner.:(
Do you remember any unusual or fun places birds have nested near your home?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
moirologist
This week's theme for the email "Word A Day" is, "There's a word for it".
I never thought about "hired mourners" but yes,
they do exist, and there is a word for it:
"A.Word.A.Day
moirologist
PRONUNCIATION:(moy-ROL-uh-jist)
MEANING:noun: A hired mourner.
NOTES:There are some things in life money can't buy, for everything else, there's Mastercard. With the right credit card you could even hire mourners for your funeral or find the right sentiment. While researching this word, I came across websites that offer "eulogy packs". One such site lists a "Mother's Eulogy pack" that includes "9 speeches, 3 poems, 3 free bonus". Only $25.95 -- have your credit card ready. Fathers go cheaper: $19.97.
. Professional mourners are not a new thing either -- there's a long tradition going back to ancient Greece and beyond. As late as 1908 a New York Times article reported on a professional mourners' strike in Paris."
------
What do you think? Sounds like an easy job and there would NOT be age discrimination so even I might qualify at age 79. And then I could attend the reception afterwards and enjoy the company and the food?
Or perhaps "wedding crasher" might be a more upbeat hobby? Just drop by the country club or hotel and find a wedding reception in progress and blend in for the food, wine, dancing and mingle either as "distant relative of bride or groom"
Life is dull around here ;)
I never thought about "hired mourners" but yes,
they do exist, and there is a word for it:
"A.Word.A.Day
moirologist
PRONUNCIATION:(moy-ROL-uh-jist)
MEANING:noun: A hired mourner.
NOTES:There are some things in life money can't buy, for everything else, there's Mastercard. With the right credit card you could even hire mourners for your funeral or find the right sentiment. While researching this word, I came across websites that offer "eulogy packs". One such site lists a "Mother's Eulogy pack" that includes "9 speeches, 3 poems, 3 free bonus". Only $25.95 -- have your credit card ready. Fathers go cheaper: $19.97.
. Professional mourners are not a new thing either -- there's a long tradition going back to ancient Greece and beyond. As late as 1908 a New York Times article reported on a professional mourners' strike in Paris."
------
What do you think? Sounds like an easy job and there would NOT be age discrimination so even I might qualify at age 79. And then I could attend the reception afterwards and enjoy the company and the food?
Or perhaps "wedding crasher" might be a more upbeat hobby? Just drop by the country club or hotel and find a wedding reception in progress and blend in for the food, wine, dancing and mingle either as "distant relative of bride or groom"
Life is dull around here ;)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
FAST FORWARD
FAST FORWARD
I am all the ages I have ever been:
The little girl
with the buster brown haircut
who
adored her big brother.
He came
in the house
whistling and calling her
pet nicknames.
I am the teacher's pet
in grammar school
who loved poems
and
stories
and daydreamed
about movie stars
whose films
she saw
at the Palace Theater.
in Athens,Georgia
.
I am the
sister who
waited
for three brothers
to come home
from the war.
I am the distraught
young girl
whose pet dog
was run over
and killed
when he followed her
to town on
an ordinary Saturday.
I am the young woman who
went to work
at age
seventeen
at Southern Bell.
in Atlanta,
starting as an
operator
and progressing
to service representative
in four years.
I am the 21 year old
who met
the love of her life
on September 13
and married
him
on November 22,1951
I am the young mother
of a daughter born
in 1956
another daughter
in 1964
and
a son
in 1965.
I am the mom who
drove carpools
baked cookies
attended school plays
helped with
homework
I am the wife
who traveled
with her
successful businessman
husband
all over
the world
I am the daughter
who cared
for her own
mother
as she aged
and died
at ninety one
.
I am the grandmother
of six
who are
the light of her life
I am the 79 year old
woman
who loves
her husband
of fifty seven years
and wonders
how
in the
heck
did
she
get
so
OLD
and how
did
the
time
go.
whizzing by
So
DARN FAST
I am all the ages I have ever been.
I am all the ages I have ever been:
The little girl
with the buster brown haircut
who
adored her big brother.
He came
in the house
whistling and calling her
pet nicknames.
I am the teacher's pet
in grammar school
who loved poems
and
stories
and daydreamed
about movie stars
whose films
she saw
at the Palace Theater.
in Athens,Georgia
.
I am the
sister who
waited
for three brothers
to come home
from the war.
I am the distraught
young girl
whose pet dog
was run over
and killed
when he followed her
to town on
an ordinary Saturday.
I am the young woman who
went to work
at age
seventeen
at Southern Bell.
in Atlanta,
starting as an
operator
and progressing
to service representative
in four years.
I am the 21 year old
who met
the love of her life
on September 13
and married
him
on November 22,1951
I am the young mother
of a daughter born
in 1956
another daughter
in 1964
and
a son
in 1965.
I am the mom who
drove carpools
baked cookies
attended school plays
helped with
homework
I am the wife
who traveled
with her
successful businessman
husband
all over
the world
I am the daughter
who cared
for her own
mother
as she aged
and died
at ninety one
.
I am the grandmother
of six
who are
the light of her life
I am the 79 year old
woman
who loves
her husband
of fifty seven years
and wonders
how
in the
heck
did
she
get
so
OLD
and how
did
the
time
go.
whizzing by
So
DARN FAST
I am all the ages I have ever been.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
The Free Spirit
Brownies for breakfast,
Her mom told her to eat brownies
for breakfast.
WOW
What a neat
mom.
Most practical moms would say:
"Of course not!!!
You certainly may NOT
eat
Brownies
for
BREAKFAST.
eggs,
cereal,
toast,
oatmeal,
orange juice,
but NOT
BROWNIES!"
But her mom said
eat brownies
for breakfast
cause you may be
too full
later in
the day
for dessert
(chancy)
Her mom told her to eat brownies
for breakfast.
WOW
What a neat
mom.
Most practical moms would say:
"Of course not!!!
You certainly may NOT
eat
Brownies
for
BREAKFAST.
eggs,
cereal,
toast,
oatmeal,
orange juice,
but NOT
BROWNIES!"
But her mom said
eat brownies
for breakfast
cause you may be
too full
later in
the day
for dessert
(chancy)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Answering robots
( So many times when we call a business we get these dumb, impersonal answering robots. so turn about is fair play.)
"Subject: 86-year old lady's letter to bank...... Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman."
Dear Sirs:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month..
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.
Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier .
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service .
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call..
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client"
"Subject: 86-year old lady's letter to bank...... Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman."
Dear Sirs:
I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month..
By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.
From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.
Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.
Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:
IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier .
#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service .
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.
While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call..
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?
Your Humble Client"
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Bobby Soxer...Me
A lonely teen age girl sits in the dark listening to the new sensation, Frank Sinatra, as he croons a soft love ballad on his nightly radio show.
He signs off every program with these lyrics:
“Put your dreams away
For another day,
And I will take their placeIn your heart.
Wishing on a star
Never got you far
So it’s time to make
A new start”
She turns off the radio, takes out her bobby pins, dampens each strand of her Toni Home Permed brown hair. Then rolls it up in small, flat, pin curls.
She arranges her books for the next school day. Says a prayer for her three brothers who are serving overseas in the war.
Soon she goes to sleep hoping to dream of Frankie.
.
He signs off every program with these lyrics:
“Put your dreams away
For another day,
And I will take their placeIn your heart.
Wishing on a star
Never got you far
So it’s time to make
A new start”
She turns off the radio, takes out her bobby pins, dampens each strand of her Toni Home Permed brown hair. Then rolls it up in small, flat, pin curls.
She arranges her books for the next school day. Says a prayer for her three brothers who are serving overseas in the war.
Soon she goes to sleep hoping to dream of Frankie.
.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tomorrow
I loved the musical "Annie" and especially loved the feel good song the little redhead sang:
"The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh! The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way! "
It's a beautiful, sunny, spring day in Atlanta, Georgia.
The daffodils are blooming their bright yellow
Heads off
The flowering crab apples
Are tossing their pink petals
On the ground like a spring snow.
AND
They're all gone.
The plumber is gone
The washing machine
Repair guy
Is gone
Carpet reinstallers
Gone
Carpet cleaner
Gone.
Finished and gone.
Just in time
As I was
Too tired to chew.
"Tomorrow" finally came for us and we lived through it all.
:)
"The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh! The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way! "
It's a beautiful, sunny, spring day in Atlanta, Georgia.
The daffodils are blooming their bright yellow
Heads off
The flowering crab apples
Are tossing their pink petals
On the ground like a spring snow.
AND
They're all gone.
The plumber is gone
The washing machine
Repair guy
Is gone
Carpet reinstallers
Gone
Carpet cleaner
Gone.
Finished and gone.
Just in time
As I was
Too tired to chew.
"Tomorrow" finally came for us and we lived through it all.
:)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Don't Read This
Unless you want to hear me whine.!!!
They say it comes in three's. Misfortune that is.
As they were opening the bike box they noticed that the carpet in part of the playroom was wet about 4 feet out from the sofa and closet. Humm, they thought. Maybe the dehumidifier, which was not turned on had accidently started up, leaked and wet the floor.
They finished putting together the bike(no simple task in itself) then son went home and got his carpet cleaner machine and attempted to clean up the carpet stains. He came back over the next day to try and find the source of the water leak. He pulled up some of the carpet and discovered that the water heater in utility closet had a small, slow leak from the top down the side and under the baseboard into the room,(They had checked that before but it was such small leak from the top and not noticeable) I think it had been leaking for some time and we just had not seen it.
I went to the store to get Kitty Litter and they spread it on the bare floor . They had pulled up the carpet and discarded the wet pad underneath, trying to counteract the moisture. They turned on two fans and two dehumidifiers. Son drained the water heater so it wouldn't do anymore damage. We called the plumber who could not come until Monday. We only had cold water for two days. Brrr. I took spit baths. No shower.
The plumber came and replaced the water heater with a new one. When he finished I asked him to look upstairs at the hose connection for my washing machine as I thought it might be leaking. Plumber said the leak underneath the washing machine is NOT WATER but OIL. It was coming from the machine itself.( this is number three)
I called Sears Repair. They came today and had to replace the transmission etc. This came to a total of over $400. Luckily we had bought a 3 year service contract when we purchased the washing machine.(I had to overrule hubby at the time as he does not believe in extended warranties on appliances). So the repair cost nothing. Good thing as we had already spent over $800 on the water heater and plumber.
The basement playroom is topsy turvy with the carpet drying out. (almost dry now) Carpet guy coming tomorrow to take a look about reinstalling it later with new pad under part that was water damaged.)
Cleaning guy coming on Thursday to vacuum up kitty litter and to scrub up floor and baseboard to get rid of the mildew. (I talked to a water damage company and they said to use Borax detergent to clean up and it should be fine)
Now aren't you sorry you read this. but thanks for attending my pity party.
I found this info on PITY PARTY online:
"Pity Parties require the proper outfit, which is usually pajamas cause you dont get all dressed up during those feeling-sorry-for-myself moments. Also you should have no make up on or just the one from the night before; hair undone as well. It also involves tissues, comfort food such as ice cream; chocolate; potato chips; cookies; cake; and candy. Low fat food is banned Alcohol might or might not be allowed (if alcohol makes you go wild, no alcohol should be brought to the pity party in that case since the point is not exactly to have fun). The purpose of a Pity Party is to dump the pity ."
They say it comes in three's. Misfortune that is.
First it was my computer that died and our son had to take it home with him and administer CPR or mouth to mouth for a week until he revived it. It was DOA when he came to get it.
As they were opening the bike box they noticed that the carpet in part of the playroom was wet about 4 feet out from the sofa and closet. Humm, they thought. Maybe the dehumidifier, which was not turned on had accidently started up, leaked and wet the floor.
They finished putting together the bike(no simple task in itself) then son went home and got his carpet cleaner machine and attempted to clean up the carpet stains. He came back over the next day to try and find the source of the water leak. He pulled up some of the carpet and discovered that the water heater in utility closet had a small, slow leak from the top down the side and under the baseboard into the room,(They had checked that before but it was such small leak from the top and not noticeable) I think it had been leaking for some time and we just had not seen it.
I went to the store to get Kitty Litter and they spread it on the bare floor . They had pulled up the carpet and discarded the wet pad underneath, trying to counteract the moisture. They turned on two fans and two dehumidifiers. Son drained the water heater so it wouldn't do anymore damage. We called the plumber who could not come until Monday. We only had cold water for two days. Brrr. I took spit baths. No shower.
The plumber came and replaced the water heater with a new one. When he finished I asked him to look upstairs at the hose connection for my washing machine as I thought it might be leaking. Plumber said the leak underneath the washing machine is NOT WATER but OIL. It was coming from the machine itself.( this is number three)
I called Sears Repair. They came today and had to replace the transmission etc. This came to a total of over $400. Luckily we had bought a 3 year service contract when we purchased the washing machine.(I had to overrule hubby at the time as he does not believe in extended warranties on appliances). So the repair cost nothing. Good thing as we had already spent over $800 on the water heater and plumber.
The basement playroom is topsy turvy with the carpet drying out. (almost dry now) Carpet guy coming tomorrow to take a look about reinstalling it later with new pad under part that was water damaged.)
Cleaning guy coming on Thursday to vacuum up kitty litter and to scrub up floor and baseboard to get rid of the mildew. (I talked to a water damage company and they said to use Borax detergent to clean up and it should be fine)
Now aren't you sorry you read this. but thanks for attending my pity party.
I found this info on PITY PARTY online:
"Pity Parties require the proper outfit, which is usually pajamas cause you dont get all dressed up during those feeling-sorry-for-myself moments. Also you should have no make up on or just the one from the night before; hair undone as well. It also involves tissues, comfort food such as ice cream; chocolate; potato chips; cookies; cake; and candy. Low fat food is banned Alcohol might or might not be allowed (if alcohol makes you go wild, no alcohol should be brought to the pity party in that case since the point is not exactly to have fun). The purpose of a Pity Party is to dump the pity ."
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Keeping your computer screen clean
See below for a sure fire way to clean the inside of your computer screen.
http://www.raincitystory.com/flash/screenclean.swf
http://www.raincitystory.com/flash/screenclean.swf
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Hooray
HOORAY !!!!
My son brought my computer back today. It is all well and operating good as new.
What a relief, although I did notice I was slowly recovering from my computer addiction. But with the first whiff of "Bookworm" and "Blogs" my drugs of choice, I am hooked again.
Ahhh. How sweet it is.
My son brought my computer back today. It is all well and operating good as new.
What a relief, although I did notice I was slowly recovering from my computer addiction. But with the first whiff of "Bookworm" and "Blogs" my drugs of choice, I am hooked again.
Ahhh. How sweet it is.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
What else can happen?
Last Friday I went to the Yahoo games site to play bridge. I played many, many years ago and I was picking it up well enough to play in the Beginners Room. I had forgotten a lot about bidding, however, so I decided to go browsing for a bridge site about Bridge Bidding.
The second site I went to seemed like a winner so I clicked "favorites" to file the site for later reference. Instead of being saved in "Favorites" it went directly to my internet files. I tried to delete it but no luck. Then a box came up that said " Trojan virus" from AVG internet security. It asked if I wanted to "heal" it or "isolate it". I clicked one then the other but I could NOT get any action. Then my computer started going crazy. Black to light screen then for about 5 seconds a soft porn site came up.
I quickly shut down my computer and went to bed. I could not sleep until 3am as I was so worried.
And sure enough when my son came over the next day he found out that I had a terrible virus
on my computer. It had crashed.
I am on Sam's computer now. My son worked and worked and after 5 days he was able to restore my computer. I will lose any information I had prior to August of '07 but I can manage.
He said if I had to buy a new computer he would get an APPLE. It seems APPLE does not crash as much.
Anyway, when my son brings the old computer back to me it will be all clean and he is putting a better security system on it.
Darn It
There's always something.
But I am SO THANKFUL for my smart son who is always willing to help out.
The second site I went to seemed like a winner so I clicked "favorites" to file the site for later reference. Instead of being saved in "Favorites" it went directly to my internet files. I tried to delete it but no luck. Then a box came up that said " Trojan virus" from AVG internet security. It asked if I wanted to "heal" it or "isolate it". I clicked one then the other but I could NOT get any action. Then my computer started going crazy. Black to light screen then for about 5 seconds a soft porn site came up.
I quickly shut down my computer and went to bed. I could not sleep until 3am as I was so worried.
And sure enough when my son came over the next day he found out that I had a terrible virus
on my computer. It had crashed.
I am on Sam's computer now. My son worked and worked and after 5 days he was able to restore my computer. I will lose any information I had prior to August of '07 but I can manage.
He said if I had to buy a new computer he would get an APPLE. It seems APPLE does not crash as much.
Anyway, when my son brings the old computer back to me it will be all clean and he is putting a better security system on it.
Darn It
There's always something.
But I am SO THANKFUL for my smart son who is always willing to help out.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
There's always something
What a fine kettle of fish this is:
The arthroscopic surgery for a torn knee meniscus I had last October has helped some but it is still not altogether back to normal. But I manage. My husband has driven me back and forth to the doctor. He has helped out buying groceries and many other ways too numerous to mention. I always told him " I owed you one" and I thanked him for all his help.
Well...... a week ago Tuesday, Sam, my husband, who is never sick, stepped out into our small front yard and was looking up to check out a maple that needs trimming when suddenly.........he slipped on the pine straw and fell off the curb, twisting his leg with his foot underneath.
Long story short... Very painful, I had him elevate his leg and foot and applied ice packs.... gave him Advil and a left over pain pill from my prior surgery. The next day I took him to the foot doctor. They x-rayed and he has a broken bone in his foot. They put him in a stiff post-op shoe boot and told him to stay off his feet as much as possible. Keep it elevated and for the first few days keep ice on it. Come back in 4 weeks.
He is being a good soldier and I am being a good nurse/helper. He will be fine and he can drive since it is his left foot. He misses jogging on the treadmill. He is a health and fitness enthusiast and goes to the gym at least once a week. Being inactive is not in his nature. He is doing fine but still has some pain in his foot as the healing takes place.
We can't blame his injury on age since our daughter,when she was 13 years old, broke the same bone in her foot. But I know young people heal quicker.
So I am back being the "chief cook and bottle washer" around here. My knee must take second fiddle now.It is my turn to repay Sam for helping me out. I do it gladly knowing that together we will prevail. In a few months we will be back to normal again.
The arthroscopic surgery for a torn knee meniscus I had last October has helped some but it is still not altogether back to normal. But I manage. My husband has driven me back and forth to the doctor. He has helped out buying groceries and many other ways too numerous to mention. I always told him " I owed you one" and I thanked him for all his help.
Well...... a week ago Tuesday, Sam, my husband, who is never sick, stepped out into our small front yard and was looking up to check out a maple that needs trimming when suddenly.........he slipped on the pine straw and fell off the curb, twisting his leg with his foot underneath.
Long story short... Very painful, I had him elevate his leg and foot and applied ice packs.... gave him Advil and a left over pain pill from my prior surgery. The next day I took him to the foot doctor. They x-rayed and he has a broken bone in his foot. They put him in a stiff post-op shoe boot and told him to stay off his feet as much as possible. Keep it elevated and for the first few days keep ice on it. Come back in 4 weeks.
He is being a good soldier and I am being a good nurse/helper. He will be fine and he can drive since it is his left foot. He misses jogging on the treadmill. He is a health and fitness enthusiast and goes to the gym at least once a week. Being inactive is not in his nature. He is doing fine but still has some pain in his foot as the healing takes place.
We can't blame his injury on age since our daughter,when she was 13 years old, broke the same bone in her foot. But I know young people heal quicker.
So I am back being the "chief cook and bottle washer" around here. My knee must take second fiddle now.It is my turn to repay Sam for helping me out. I do it gladly knowing that together we will prevail. In a few months we will be back to normal again.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Win One For The Old Folks
The Westminster Dog Show had a surprise winner this year. On Tuesday night a 10 year old chestnut colored Sussex Spaniel won Best In Show. His name is "Stump" and he is the oldest dog ever to win this prestigious competition.
In human years Stump would be about 70 years old but he looks and acts much younger and has a spring in his step any 50 year old human could envy.
Stump almost died 5 years ago with a serious illness. His life was saved by the vets at Texas A and M University where he spent 19 days recovering.
Stump came out of retirement this week to win his first show in four years. Owner-handler Scott Sommer decided last Wednesday to bring Stump to the big show, just for fun. and for old times sake.
The crowd at the Garden went wild when Stump won "Best In Show" thus becoming the top dog in the USA. Maybe the audience just liked rooting for the old guy.
Stump is an inspiration to all of us of a certain age.
In human years Stump would be about 70 years old but he looks and acts much younger and has a spring in his step any 50 year old human could envy.
Stump almost died 5 years ago with a serious illness. His life was saved by the vets at Texas A and M University where he spent 19 days recovering.
Stump came out of retirement this week to win his first show in four years. Owner-handler Scott Sommer decided last Wednesday to bring Stump to the big show, just for fun. and for old times sake.
The crowd at the Garden went wild when Stump won "Best In Show" thus becoming the top dog in the USA. Maybe the audience just liked rooting for the old guy.
Stump is an inspiration to all of us of a certain age.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Twenty-five Random Things About Me.
I recently read in the Washington Post about a fad that is zipping around on FaceBook. Some are "tagging" others to respond to this:
"Twenty-five random things about me."
I don't have a FaceBook page and don't plan to get one so I just thought I would post my "Random Things" here for your amusement.;)
Feel free to post yours here or on your own blog.
Consider yourself "tagged" :)
1. My father was 55 years old when I was born. He died whan I was 9 years old.
2. I had one brother, and nine half brothers, one half sister,( by three different mothers.) (Father's first two wives died.)
3, I was the youngest. Or as they say, the caboose. All but three siblings were grown and gone from home when I was born.
4. I don't like dark chocolate.
5. I color my hair.
6. I was teacher's pet in the sixth grade.
7. During the summer I was not allowed to go swimming in the public pool. Polio scare.
8. I knew my husband of 57 years for 6 weeks before we married.
9. I still miss my springer spaniel dog who died when our house was struck by lightening in 1991.
10. I have flown on the Concord super sonic plane two times.
11. I have gone up in a hot air balloon twice also.
12. A plumber's son stole my husband's Rolex watch but his dad returned it in tears.
12. I wanted to be a journalist.
14. Once over a period of 5 years I walked 3000 miles. Two miles a day.
15 . I lived in Washington D.C. at the Watergate condos for 4 years.
16. Sometimes I walked around and around the adjacent Kennedy Center overlooking the Potomac River.
17. I am a news and politics junkie.
18 I campaigned for Jimmy Carter when he ran for President.
19. I have traveled to, Mexico City, Paris. London, Ireland, Italy, Singapore. Hong Kong, Switzerland.
20. I have never been on a cruise.
21. Once as a teen I made a scrapbook about Frank Sinatra. "Ole Blue Eyes" was just starting out and had his own radio show.
22. On TV, I watched the first men walk on the moon
23. I loved Franklin D. Roosevelt. I saw him once in a motorcade.
24 I heard FDR's fireside chats on the radio. Years after FDR's death, I visited "The Little White House" in Warm Springs. Georgia. He died here while getting his portrait painted.
25. I was in a Shirley Temple look alike contest as a child. I lost. :(
"Twenty-five random things about me."
I don't have a FaceBook page and don't plan to get one so I just thought I would post my "Random Things" here for your amusement.;)
Feel free to post yours here or on your own blog.
Consider yourself "tagged" :)
1. My father was 55 years old when I was born. He died whan I was 9 years old.
2. I had one brother, and nine half brothers, one half sister,( by three different mothers.) (Father's first two wives died.)
3, I was the youngest. Or as they say, the caboose. All but three siblings were grown and gone from home when I was born.
4. I don't like dark chocolate.
5. I color my hair.
6. I was teacher's pet in the sixth grade.
7. During the summer I was not allowed to go swimming in the public pool. Polio scare.
8. I knew my husband of 57 years for 6 weeks before we married.
9. I still miss my springer spaniel dog who died when our house was struck by lightening in 1991.
10. I have flown on the Concord super sonic plane two times.
11. I have gone up in a hot air balloon twice also.
12. A plumber's son stole my husband's Rolex watch but his dad returned it in tears.
12. I wanted to be a journalist.
14. Once over a period of 5 years I walked 3000 miles. Two miles a day.
15 . I lived in Washington D.C. at the Watergate condos for 4 years.
16. Sometimes I walked around and around the adjacent Kennedy Center overlooking the Potomac River.
17. I am a news and politics junkie.
18 I campaigned for Jimmy Carter when he ran for President.
19. I have traveled to, Mexico City, Paris. London, Ireland, Italy, Singapore. Hong Kong, Switzerland.
20. I have never been on a cruise.
21. Once as a teen I made a scrapbook about Frank Sinatra. "Ole Blue Eyes" was just starting out and had his own radio show.
22. On TV, I watched the first men walk on the moon
23. I loved Franklin D. Roosevelt. I saw him once in a motorcade.
24 I heard FDR's fireside chats on the radio. Years after FDR's death, I visited "The Little White House" in Warm Springs. Georgia. He died here while getting his portrait painted.
25. I was in a Shirley Temple look alike contest as a child. I lost. :(
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