I've had my coffee. Had my Pinterest. Now to get busy. But first.............
Have you seen all the shoe pictures on Pinterest? I love them. I have even pinned a couple of them over the months. This morning a memory came back to me...........long forgotten, but a sweet little memory.
Mom had the prettiest suede black backless shoes (were they called mules?) that she saved back for special occasions. I don't ever remember her wearing them at all, but I am sure she must have. With five little ones under age 8, wearing pretty high heels was probably not a priority. When I was about 8, I discovered them. To me they were the sexiest shoes in the world, but at 8 I had no idea what the word sexy meant. In fact, I hadn't even heard the word. I sure knew those shoes were beautiful.............and movie stars wore them. I remember they were suede, I remember they were black, I remember they were backless, I remember they were kind of pointy toes. I remember they were beautiful! I remember trying them on, several sizes to big, but I felt so pretty in them and dreamed of one day wearing them for real. Sadly, when I was old enough to finally wear them, they had disappeared.
Do you remember your first pair of high heels? I do! Mine were white, extremely high, probably 4 inch heels with pointy toes. Pumps they were called. I had to practice walking in them. I was in the 9th grade and had made National Honor Society...........how that happened, I will never know.
Over the years, I have had some very pretty shoes. I even had the first pair of square toed shoes of anybody I knew. I was the height of fashion. I have had several pairs of backless shoes and have a couple of broken toes to prove it, but I have never had a pair of shoes that were even remotely beautiful as my mothers backless shoes.
I love you.
Another memory. About the same time as I discovered mom's shoes, I was wearing little Mary Jane shoes. I can remember thinking how "grown-up" I was when I got my first pair of black patent shoes which had a strap could be turned back to the back of the shoe. Remember those? Now I had a pair of grown-up shoes without a strap. Grown woman, I was!!!!
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
All I Wanted To Do...........
All I wanted to do was look for a couch.
So off we went to Hoffman's in Moore to check out the furniture. I have got a lot of wants and a new couch is just but one of them. Walked in the door, and the gentleman welcomed us and told us to look around and let him know if we needed any help. Now that is the way I like my salesman. Move on back and let me look. Nothing appealed to me so off we went to Mathis Brothers.
We walk in, hand in hand, and the doors part like the Red Sea. We are just a step away from the gauntlet. Hubby grits his teeth and mumbles with non-moving lips, "Watch 'em. They're after us." Off to the right we see a little island with a couple of employees looking us over, but they say 'nar a word. Nope they weren't our vultures. Somebody else was, but who? "Try not to make eye contact." Keep moving. BUT there she is, perched on a pedestal. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her slid down. That's her. That's our vulture. She was spending time in the bird cage and our number came up on her dance card. We were her victims.
"Welcome to Mathis Brothers. I'm SO AND SO, and this is my kingdom. I will lure you and convince you that you will need what I have got whether you want it or not. It is my job to follow you around like you are going to either pull out a knife and scratch you name on the tables or jump on the couches." Maybe she didn't actually say those actual words, but in my heart that is what I heard.
"We are just looking; nothing particular. We won't need any help." We move on, then I hear click, click, click of those high heels. Stop. Turn around and sure enough, she is looking at me, but she stops dead in her tracks. I am on to her. She is going to lurch around. Turn a corner, look up and there she is again. "Let me know if you need any help. We just got this couch. It's a so and so." I thought we had discussed this! I move on. Bounced on another couch or two, and gee, there she was again, lurching over there, but I catch her eye once again. She mumbles something and I smile. I grit my teeth, but I know she sees my lips moving as I sweetly smile. I kind of hope she could read my lips as I mumbled "Just LEAVE me along and I will more likely buy from you. Keep walking lady, and I will guarantee you that I won't." Sure enough she kept on walking. Then the game began. I told the hubby I should ask her something about every piece of furniture in the store. We laughed but we really didn't have time for that game. We could; however, play the game of criss-crossing the store, weaving in and out, bouncing on couches, jumping up to admire the table across the aisle, and back to the couch. It became a fun little sick game that I began to enjoy. The hubby suggested we go separate ways and see who she follows. It was me. Guess she thinks I have the purse.
I was checking out all the reclining chairs when another salesman called her over and whispered something about man about a man who went up stairs, and they both literally ran upstairs. Don't know what that was about, but she dropped me like a hot potato.
I feel kind of lonely now. She is gone. Told my hubby about our runaway salesman so we decided to go upstairs to see who was more important than we. Saw her wandering around, but we thought we were off the hook so we enjoyed wandering around in the boutique sections, looking at the discard sections. There was another young salesman wandering around talking on his phone, irritatingly loud. We listened and the guy was definitely making personal calls. He was really concerned about his divorce. Very personal information that he was openly discussing. The trouble was, he was just wandering around even more irritating. Doesn't this guy know he needs to go to the break room for this kind of conversation? This went on for at least 15 minutes. Finally he hung up, whirled around as we about ready to go back down and asks, "Do you need any help? If you do, So and So, the Hispanic lady that greeted you when you came in can help you." That dude had been sent to dog us. Then I realized we really were HER victims. She had won the game.
"Let's get out of here." All I wanted to do was look at couches.
I think this lady irritated me so much was because she reminded me so much, both in physical appearance and attitude, to a certain woman I had the unfortunate task of occasionally working with. Probably should let it go!
So off we went to Hoffman's in Moore to check out the furniture. I have got a lot of wants and a new couch is just but one of them. Walked in the door, and the gentleman welcomed us and told us to look around and let him know if we needed any help. Now that is the way I like my salesman. Move on back and let me look. Nothing appealed to me so off we went to Mathis Brothers.
We walk in, hand in hand, and the doors part like the Red Sea. We are just a step away from the gauntlet. Hubby grits his teeth and mumbles with non-moving lips, "Watch 'em. They're after us." Off to the right we see a little island with a couple of employees looking us over, but they say 'nar a word. Nope they weren't our vultures. Somebody else was, but who? "Try not to make eye contact." Keep moving. BUT there she is, perched on a pedestal. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her slid down. That's her. That's our vulture. She was spending time in the bird cage and our number came up on her dance card. We were her victims.
"Welcome to Mathis Brothers. I'm SO AND SO, and this is my kingdom. I will lure you and convince you that you will need what I have got whether you want it or not. It is my job to follow you around like you are going to either pull out a knife and scratch you name on the tables or jump on the couches." Maybe she didn't actually say those actual words, but in my heart that is what I heard.
"We are just looking; nothing particular. We won't need any help." We move on, then I hear click, click, click of those high heels. Stop. Turn around and sure enough, she is looking at me, but she stops dead in her tracks. I am on to her. She is going to lurch around. Turn a corner, look up and there she is again. "Let me know if you need any help. We just got this couch. It's a so and so." I thought we had discussed this! I move on. Bounced on another couch or two, and gee, there she was again, lurching over there, but I catch her eye once again. She mumbles something and I smile. I grit my teeth, but I know she sees my lips moving as I sweetly smile. I kind of hope she could read my lips as I mumbled "Just LEAVE me along and I will more likely buy from you. Keep walking lady, and I will guarantee you that I won't." Sure enough she kept on walking. Then the game began. I told the hubby I should ask her something about every piece of furniture in the store. We laughed but we really didn't have time for that game. We could; however, play the game of criss-crossing the store, weaving in and out, bouncing on couches, jumping up to admire the table across the aisle, and back to the couch. It became a fun little sick game that I began to enjoy. The hubby suggested we go separate ways and see who she follows. It was me. Guess she thinks I have the purse.
I was checking out all the reclining chairs when another salesman called her over and whispered something about man about a man who went up stairs, and they both literally ran upstairs. Don't know what that was about, but she dropped me like a hot potato.
I feel kind of lonely now. She is gone. Told my hubby about our runaway salesman so we decided to go upstairs to see who was more important than we. Saw her wandering around, but we thought we were off the hook so we enjoyed wandering around in the boutique sections, looking at the discard sections. There was another young salesman wandering around talking on his phone, irritatingly loud. We listened and the guy was definitely making personal calls. He was really concerned about his divorce. Very personal information that he was openly discussing. The trouble was, he was just wandering around even more irritating. Doesn't this guy know he needs to go to the break room for this kind of conversation? This went on for at least 15 minutes. Finally he hung up, whirled around as we about ready to go back down and asks, "Do you need any help? If you do, So and So, the Hispanic lady that greeted you when you came in can help you." That dude had been sent to dog us. Then I realized we really were HER victims. She had won the game.
"Let's get out of here." All I wanted to do was look at couches.
I think this lady irritated me so much was because she reminded me so much, both in physical appearance and attitude, to a certain woman I had the unfortunate task of occasionally working with. Probably should let it go!
I love you.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
The Girls
Yesterday, my sister-in-law, my three sisters and I (also known as THE GIRLS), yep that makes 5, of us were chatting away on our texting devices. What fun! We could actually talk over one another that way. True, it was a little hard to follow which made it all the more fun. Sometimes we'd have to stop and catch one of THE GIRLS up on the conversation, but in the end we had a lot of giggles and smiles that definitely came across the texting "line". Although we don't see each other on a regular basis anymore, we still have that connection......the family connection. When we are "connecting" in any form, THE GIRLS are little girls once again. But as is my fate, I am the "oldest". Dog gone, that title will never leave me. I get to be boss though, I get to ride in the front seat.
And so..............about FOOD. Bet you didn't see that one coming, huh? THE GIRLS are great cooks. I thought it would be fun for me to chose one thing, the first thing that popped in my mind, that ALWAYS reminds me of each girl -- THE GIRLS.
Sister-in-law - Cherry Cheese Cake bites.
Sister 1 - Sauerkraut and Wieners (Weenies as they are called in our house)
Sister 2 - Green Bean Bundles
Sister 3 - Jalapeno Poppers
Oh, they cook MUCH more than that, but these things always remind me of them.
I love THE GIRLS.
I love you.
And so..............about FOOD. Bet you didn't see that one coming, huh? THE GIRLS are great cooks. I thought it would be fun for me to chose one thing, the first thing that popped in my mind, that ALWAYS reminds me of each girl -- THE GIRLS.
Sister-in-law - Cherry Cheese Cake bites.
Sister 1 - Sauerkraut and Wieners (Weenies as they are called in our house)
Sister 2 - Green Bean Bundles
Sister 3 - Jalapeno Poppers
Oh, they cook MUCH more than that, but these things always remind me of them.
I love THE GIRLS.
I love you.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I Think Too Much, Then I Put Myself in a Bad Mood
I think too much, then I put myself in a bad mood. I cannot take credit for this line, I saw it on Pinterest and it is me! Sad fact. It's me.
Today we were driving across town and passed a charter bus. I looked at the driver and wondered how tired he was. I wondered how many seniors he had on board traveling to all the exotic places.............like Branson. I wondered if he was sleepy.
I brought up my concerns to my hubby. He told me they have rules as to how long they can drive without rest and sleep. "But what if he goes to that bar and gets drunk while the seniors are at Braum's innocently sucking up on milkshakes and malts (does anyone ever buy a malt anymore?)" The hubby looked over at me and said, "What if the driver commits suicide and the passengers are stranded?" I told him I hadn't thought of that. He replied, "Well you need to put that in your repertoire of worries." I laughed for two miles.
I think too much, then I put myself in a bad mood.
I love you.
Today we were driving across town and passed a charter bus. I looked at the driver and wondered how tired he was. I wondered how many seniors he had on board traveling to all the exotic places.............like Branson. I wondered if he was sleepy.
I brought up my concerns to my hubby. He told me they have rules as to how long they can drive without rest and sleep. "But what if he goes to that bar and gets drunk while the seniors are at Braum's innocently sucking up on milkshakes and malts (does anyone ever buy a malt anymore?)" The hubby looked over at me and said, "What if the driver commits suicide and the passengers are stranded?" I told him I hadn't thought of that. He replied, "Well you need to put that in your repertoire of worries." I laughed for two miles.
I think too much, then I put myself in a bad mood.
I love you.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
A Lone Man, Dancing Alone
Just a little story, but a true story. I suppose all of you at one time or another have gone to concerts in the park. My husband and I used to take advantage of all the free concerts in the area. You might say we were watching our bucks. We'd spread out the blanket and I, in my obsessive/compulsive way, would have to make sure every wrinkle was straightened before we could set down, but you know what happened..........wrinkles, as numerous as the lines on my face, spread everywhere once those two little ones got through twisting and turning and jumping. Once they settled down, we'd have our little picnic before the music started. Oh what a grand time!
One particular hot night, at Mount St. Mary's High School, we were enjoying a great concert by a band that played swing music. The music was very nostalgic, but not only that, it was music that must made you want to move. Across the crowd you'd see little kids twirling and dancing and otherwise making their parents smile. Every once in a while you'd see a couple reminiscing, holding each other, swaying to the music, love in their eyes. But the memory I will never forget is the one lone man, under the far away shade tree, the man with a smile on his face dancing alone. He'd hold his right hand to his waist just as if he were holding his sweetheart, swaying, twirling, and a tiny dip now and again. With the smile on his face you knew he was more than dancing, more than enjoying the music. He was loving someone.......... He was remembering............. His heart was full of wonderful memories.
No, it was not caught on video, no YouTube, no Facebook, just a memory that I recall now and again. A lone man, dancing all alone, without an audience, enjoying that little slice of life at that very moment.
Enjoy life! Right now you are making memories. I hope they are ones that will make you smile in 30 years. I love you.
One particular hot night, at Mount St. Mary's High School, we were enjoying a great concert by a band that played swing music. The music was very nostalgic, but not only that, it was music that must made you want to move. Across the crowd you'd see little kids twirling and dancing and otherwise making their parents smile. Every once in a while you'd see a couple reminiscing, holding each other, swaying to the music, love in their eyes. But the memory I will never forget is the one lone man, under the far away shade tree, the man with a smile on his face dancing alone. He'd hold his right hand to his waist just as if he were holding his sweetheart, swaying, twirling, and a tiny dip now and again. With the smile on his face you knew he was more than dancing, more than enjoying the music. He was loving someone.......... He was remembering............. His heart was full of wonderful memories.
No, it was not caught on video, no YouTube, no Facebook, just a memory that I recall now and again. A lone man, dancing all alone, without an audience, enjoying that little slice of life at that very moment.
Enjoy life! Right now you are making memories. I hope they are ones that will make you smile in 30 years. I love you.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Put Your Makeup On
BEFORE YOU BEGIN ANY TASK, PUT YOUR MAKEUP ON
1949--A lifetime ago; I know because I was only a year old. World War II had ended only 4 years prior. The boys, the fortunate ones, had returned to start their families. They had fought the good fight and now it was time for the good life. The writer above just wanted to help women achieve the good life with a bit of advice on how to make sewing, or any chore for that matter, just a little more pleasant.
CLEAN FIRST--We could make a lot fun of this article, but actually it has some good advice. I am sure your mouth has dropped to the floor at this point so let me explain. These days sewing for most of us is a hobby. I know I enjoy any hobby or project more knowing that when I put it away, I will not be hit in the face with a sink full of dishes or bathrooms that needing scrubbing. Everyone should get involved so here is a piece of advice. Before your children say their nighttime prayers, have them and the hubby help you get the house in order so that you can begin your day a bit easier.
MAKEUP--put it on. Be ready to go at any moment of the day. Of course there are going to be days when 'ya just don't wanna', but for the rest of the time, get yourself dressed. If your friends call you at the last moment, be ready to go without the complete makeover. You don't have to go around all day in your 'Sunday Go To Meetin' clothes, but be able to throw on a pair of jeans and a top at a moments notice. You put on your makeup earlier in the day.........so you are 'goods to go' (as Shawna says.) You never know when I might drop by to take you to lunch and I can always use a good Cinnamon Dolce Latte. (I'll call first and I won't come in the house.)
I know what you are thinking. "Are you crazy? I have kids. I don't have time to clean the house and putting on makeup is useless." BUT do you have time to Facebook? In fact, how many times a day do you check in? 3? 6? 12!!! How many times a day do you twitter, or Pinterest, or check your email? How many times do you check some sort of Internet news source? How many times a day do you check your texts and answer them? You got time; we all have time. In fact, we all have the same amount of time. It is just a matter of priorities.
BUT back to the writer's advice on sewing.............. My sewing skills are, at best, pretty amateurish. Perhaps I have been sewing lackadaisically and with indifference and no makeup! I should get my head in the game, my house cleaned so that my mind doesn't wander back to all those household chores that I have left unattended, and geez..............put on makeup!!!!!!!!!!
True story--when Shawna was a little girl, maybe 7, she came home from Sunday School and told me her teacher told her that when she was sick, she'd take a shower, fix her hair, and put on her makeup. It would make her feel better. I am here to tell you, that has stayed with her and me all these years. To this day when either of us is sick or down, we remind each other...put your makeup on.
I love you! I struggled with this post tonight. It is hard for me to express exactly how I felt after reading the article. I guess I was kind of jealous that we no longer live in times as simple as the writer made it seem. Today our lives are so busy, but it seems everybody, including myself, find time for the Internet. Sad commentary. We have been sucked in..............
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I Am Getting Out of the Dark
Good Morning. I have been down lately. Not down as on the floor or sick, but down in the mouth as my mom would describe it. And with me, the "down" is very visible because I have a face that normally looks "down".....I have a mouth that naturally turns down (as in a sad face). I have to work hard on the happy days not to look "down". I see myself in pictures where I am unaware of the camera and I can see the "sad" face.
There have been a lot of "down" issues with me, my hubby, my family, my friends, my state, and my nation lately. I won't go into any details, but it seems there are lots of things we are dealing with right now. I am not sure how to react to any of them, but "down" is probably not the best place to be and if you have ever been "down" then you will agree, it is not a pleasant place.
This morning, folding clothes in my new sunroom, floor to ceiling doors all around, cool breeze flowing gently, birds chirping, the squirrels hopping from one bird feed to another, it hit me; I am OK. Everything is going to really be alright. I am OK. Maybe I am not perfect, maybe my loved ones are perfect, maybe my friends aren't perfect, maybe I don't get to go on vacation as often as I would like, maybe I need a new washer, but we are going to be OK.
My hubby told me the other week (before the tornado) that he thinks I like to wallow in the low places............the dark side........... Hmmmm, is he right? Do I like to keep myself there and wallow in pity? He sure made me pause and think. I am sure God does not want me to live in the dark. There are so many blessings all around me. I must get up out of the dark and look for them.
I wasn't sure where I was going with this post when I started typing. I just knew I had to get it out there. Retirement age seems to bring lots of issues for some. It seems there are others who have no issues. Maybe it is all in how we look at life. Is my glass half full or half empty?
I pray that I can look at my life as half full. With that in mind, here I go out to plant more flowers and ever grateful to my Jesus that I am able to do so. I am getting out of the dark.
I love you.
There have been a lot of "down" issues with me, my hubby, my family, my friends, my state, and my nation lately. I won't go into any details, but it seems there are lots of things we are dealing with right now. I am not sure how to react to any of them, but "down" is probably not the best place to be and if you have ever been "down" then you will agree, it is not a pleasant place.
This morning, folding clothes in my new sunroom, floor to ceiling doors all around, cool breeze flowing gently, birds chirping, the squirrels hopping from one bird feed to another, it hit me; I am OK. Everything is going to really be alright. I am OK. Maybe I am not perfect, maybe my loved ones are perfect, maybe my friends aren't perfect, maybe I don't get to go on vacation as often as I would like, maybe I need a new washer, but we are going to be OK.
My hubby told me the other week (before the tornado) that he thinks I like to wallow in the low places............the dark side........... Hmmmm, is he right? Do I like to keep myself there and wallow in pity? He sure made me pause and think. I am sure God does not want me to live in the dark. There are so many blessings all around me. I must get up out of the dark and look for them.
I wasn't sure where I was going with this post when I started typing. I just knew I had to get it out there. Retirement age seems to bring lots of issues for some. It seems there are others who have no issues. Maybe it is all in how we look at life. Is my glass half full or half empty?
I pray that I can look at my life as half full. With that in mind, here I go out to plant more flowers and ever grateful to my Jesus that I am able to do so. I am getting out of the dark.
I love you.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Blessings
I want to get back to blogging; therapy for me, but I cannot go forward until I write something about what happened in Oklahoma this week. Someday I hope my grandchildren will have an opportunity to read my blog and it would be remiss on my part if I haven't shared my feelings about the devastation and then the resulting love.
Monday morning as my hubby and I were making the bed after a fitful night of sleeping or a lack of sleeping, we began discussing what had happened the night before in Carney and Bethel Acres, Oklahoma. Six tornadoes touched down in Oklahoma Sunday, but both Carney and Bethel Acres were hit especially hard.
The weather forecast for Monday was essentially the same as Sunday; high probability of tornadoes. As we were pulling up the blankets and fluffing the pillows, tears began to form in my eyes and I knew I was about to loose it. So many had lost so much. Had those that lost their homes the night before made their beds Sunday morning with little regard to whether they would have a bed that night, did they wonder if their homes would still be standing at the end of the day? Would we? Would we have a bed tonight? Would we even have a house? And then the tears dropped. I don't ever want to take my blessing for granted.
I dried my eyes and enjoyed my Monday morning, but with thoughts of those that lost everything still heavy on my mind and even heavier on my heart. Little did we know that just in a few hours the very things we had discussed that morning would be nightmares come true for so many in the next town, the town where my daughter lives, 8 or 10 miles away.
Boys, your Nana has no idea why this devastation occurred. I do not have a clue to why you boys were spared, nor why your home is still standing when others lost so much, but I am happy that you are here. My prayers were answered and I am so proud of your mother who worried whether she was over-reacting when she pulled you out of school. She took care of you. Since I don't have the answers and the questions keep getting deeper and deeper, I have to pull back and just trust God. I never want to take my blessings for granted.
I love you.
I hope to get back on track tomorrow blogging some fun things. My thoughts and prayers are with those that lost more than I can fathom. God bless Moore, Oklahoma, and Shawnee, and Carney, and so many other towns.
Monday morning as my hubby and I were making the bed after a fitful night of sleeping or a lack of sleeping, we began discussing what had happened the night before in Carney and Bethel Acres, Oklahoma. Six tornadoes touched down in Oklahoma Sunday, but both Carney and Bethel Acres were hit especially hard.
The weather forecast for Monday was essentially the same as Sunday; high probability of tornadoes. As we were pulling up the blankets and fluffing the pillows, tears began to form in my eyes and I knew I was about to loose it. So many had lost so much. Had those that lost their homes the night before made their beds Sunday morning with little regard to whether they would have a bed that night, did they wonder if their homes would still be standing at the end of the day? Would we? Would we have a bed tonight? Would we even have a house? And then the tears dropped. I don't ever want to take my blessing for granted.
I dried my eyes and enjoyed my Monday morning, but with thoughts of those that lost everything still heavy on my mind and even heavier on my heart. Little did we know that just in a few hours the very things we had discussed that morning would be nightmares come true for so many in the next town, the town where my daughter lives, 8 or 10 miles away.
Boys, your Nana has no idea why this devastation occurred. I do not have a clue to why you boys were spared, nor why your home is still standing when others lost so much, but I am happy that you are here. My prayers were answered and I am so proud of your mother who worried whether she was over-reacting when she pulled you out of school. She took care of you. Since I don't have the answers and the questions keep getting deeper and deeper, I have to pull back and just trust God. I never want to take my blessings for granted.
I love you.
I hope to get back on track tomorrow blogging some fun things. My thoughts and prayers are with those that lost more than I can fathom. God bless Moore, Oklahoma, and Shawnee, and Carney, and so many other towns.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
REMEMBER
I thought it would be fun just to remember (remember, get it, these are my remembrances).
REMEMBER:
When gas was 17 cents a gallon? True, dad took a 50 gallon barrel and filled it up. It is a wonder we didn't explode on the way home.
When there was a cent key on a keyboard?
When the teacher was allowed to spank in the classroom without any witnesses? My daughter swears she got a swat the very first day of kindergarten.........I have trouble believing that one.
When we wore white lipstick and thought we were cute, or at least stylish?
When a salesperson would be in the dressing room area to help you if you needed a different size?
The smell of the deodorizer used in the Shawnee Montgomery Ward bathroom? Some things really made an impression on me.
The fabric sold at Moody's in Shawnee? Remember Mode-o-Day?
Getting a Frito Chili Pie at the Dairy Boat in Prague for 15 cents?
When cars DIDN'T have seat belts?
When there were only three TV stations in Oklahoma City? Remember when OETA came on the air and NOBODY watched that station? Remember when a station would sign off for the night and play a video of "I Touched The Face of God"?
The 80s when the rage was a Swatch Watch?
Wearing white Keds with the little blue rubber label in the back which proved you had the REAL thing?
Wearing big hair with rolled bangs with a velvet bow placed at the part of the bangs?
When Prague had a drive-in? When Shawnee had a drive-in? When any town had a drive-in?
Soft-serve Dairy Queen ice cream, all swirly? And dip cones?
Gibson's, Trade Mart, Founders Fair, GEX, or AMC? All before Sam's even thought about a store. How about TG&Y, Tubbs Drug, Streets, and Anthony's. Remember all the by-gone restaurants in Midwest City; Lum's, Across The Street, Kip's, The Lion's Share, Furr's Cafeteria, Roses Restaurant (the rolls!!), Zamudio's (ah Zamudio's), Sirloin Stockade.
Yellow lights on everybody's porch?
Not locking a door.....not at night.....not when we left for an hour.....not when we were away a week....never?
Hula Hoops, Slinky, Mr. Potato Head, Clue, Betsy Wetsy, Pet Rocks, Clackers?
Getting dishes in oatmeal? Getting dishes at the grocery store? Finding special trinkets in cereal? Digging arm deep in a new box of cereal to find said cereal?
When there was a time dresses were the norm everywhere you went? When men wore suits when they were out in the evening even shopping for groceries?
When you ate your first bite of pizza and where the pizza place was and who was with you?
When the only Mexican food you ever heard of was canned tamales?
Thanks guys for indulging me in this little post. I had fun with it, but I could go on and on and on and rather than that, I will call it a night.
I love you.
REMEMBER:
When gas was 17 cents a gallon? True, dad took a 50 gallon barrel and filled it up. It is a wonder we didn't explode on the way home.
When there was a cent key on a keyboard?
When the teacher was allowed to spank in the classroom without any witnesses? My daughter swears she got a swat the very first day of kindergarten.........I have trouble believing that one.
When we wore white lipstick and thought we were cute, or at least stylish?
When a salesperson would be in the dressing room area to help you if you needed a different size?
The smell of the deodorizer used in the Shawnee Montgomery Ward bathroom? Some things really made an impression on me.
The fabric sold at Moody's in Shawnee? Remember Mode-o-Day?
Getting a Frito Chili Pie at the Dairy Boat in Prague for 15 cents?
When cars DIDN'T have seat belts?
When there were only three TV stations in Oklahoma City? Remember when OETA came on the air and NOBODY watched that station? Remember when a station would sign off for the night and play a video of "I Touched The Face of God"?
The 80s when the rage was a Swatch Watch?
Wearing white Keds with the little blue rubber label in the back which proved you had the REAL thing?
Wearing big hair with rolled bangs with a velvet bow placed at the part of the bangs?
When Prague had a drive-in? When Shawnee had a drive-in? When any town had a drive-in?
Soft-serve Dairy Queen ice cream, all swirly? And dip cones?
Gibson's, Trade Mart, Founders Fair, GEX, or AMC? All before Sam's even thought about a store. How about TG&Y, Tubbs Drug, Streets, and Anthony's. Remember all the by-gone restaurants in Midwest City; Lum's, Across The Street, Kip's, The Lion's Share, Furr's Cafeteria, Roses Restaurant (the rolls!!), Zamudio's (ah Zamudio's), Sirloin Stockade.
Yellow lights on everybody's porch?
Not locking a door.....not at night.....not when we left for an hour.....not when we were away a week....never?
Hula Hoops, Slinky, Mr. Potato Head, Clue, Betsy Wetsy, Pet Rocks, Clackers?
Getting dishes in oatmeal? Getting dishes at the grocery store? Finding special trinkets in cereal? Digging arm deep in a new box of cereal to find said cereal?
When there was a time dresses were the norm everywhere you went? When men wore suits when they were out in the evening even shopping for groceries?
When you ate your first bite of pizza and where the pizza place was and who was with you?
When the only Mexican food you ever heard of was canned tamales?
Thanks guys for indulging me in this little post. I had fun with it, but I could go on and on and on and rather than that, I will call it a night.
I love you.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Qualified Outfit
My little guys were invited to birthday parties this weekend......SIX of them. Two for Logan and four for Blaine. Blaine wants to go to the one at 6 p.m. Saturday night because it is Oscar's, the COOLEST boy in school. Remember when you wanted to go to the coolest kid's party? Or maybe YOU were the coolest kid.
Well, Saturday night we are invited to the coolest boy in school's home for an annual class reunion. Here's my dilemma, what to wear? I kid you not when I tell you that I pulled out and tried on every pair of pants, shorts, and capris in my closet. I also tell you that I tried on at least four tops for each pants, trying desperately to come up with the perfect combination to look cool (as in hip or is it hep), to look skinny (or at least not to look like I am wearing clothes two sizes too small), and to look like I didn't deliberately go out and buy new clothes (gotta look like I wear these type clothes all the time) and I must look timeless............another word for classy. Since I will be in another state and do not know the weather at 3:00 in the afternoon, I must not wear something that will be too hot or too cool (as in cold).
The real problem is the pants. The ones I had intended on wearing are too tight. Still very cute pants, but tight. I wore them last year to the same event, but with white pants, I could just put a different top and nobody would be the wiser, and they would fit the bill....long enough to be warm should it be a cool day...white if the weather is warm...hip because white jeans are just cute...white because they are just plain old classy...AND I wore them last year so they will not look NEW. That leaves only the problem of tight. Even though these jeans are skinny jeans which are supposed to be snug, (which were snug last year, maybe just a tad too snug) they are not supposed to look like sausage casings. The good thing...........they now totally encase my cellulite and rather than small little dimples showing I have these huge sausage casings (one for each leg).
The hubby came in to assure me that he will be proud of me in anything, but he did offer the suggestion that maybe the red pants weren't quite as tight. "Maybe not quite as tight as the others." He is a dear man and I suspect after I try on all the "qualified" outfits later tonight, he will offer up some cash and tell me to take a trip to Chico's or some other "qualified" store to get the "qualified" outfit.
I love you.
P.S. Anybody got a great recipe for me to take to this event. Gotta make an impression. Qualifications: Must travel well, keep cool or at room temperature for a couple of days, and be easy to serve AND IT MUST BE OVER THE TOP, THE MOTHER OF ALL RECIPES. Reason: These ladies are from Arkansas and the southern ladies KNOW how to cook. Just ask Paula Dean or my Mississippi sister. Ideas????
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