tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151537362012-02-16T22:46:54.884-05:00Laughter is one of the best parts of life.<br>It's what makes the hard parts easier to endure.Suzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030noreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-15527914380677258352011-07-04T21:57:00.000-04:002011-07-04T21:57:06.553-04:00

Manly Hunter No. 1: Ug, me got fire stick. What you got? Manly Hunter No. 2: Me got boom boom stick. Manly Hunter No. 1: Go boom boom? Manly Hunter No. 2: No. Go B O O O O M! Manly Hunter No. 1: How make go B O O O O M!? Manly Hunter No. 2: Make go B O O O O M! with fire stick. Manly Hunter No. 1: Ooooooh, me got fire stick. Where stick? Manly Hunter No. 2: Stick fire stick here on  boom boom

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Daylight Savings Time FaceBook 3G Politics as a “Career” Digital TV Games on Cell Phones Global Warming Where “Made in America” has Gone Reality and Challenge Programs as Entertainment Why Ice Cream is Fattening

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While driving back from the mall, I saw one of those “Baby on Board” signs in the rear window of the SUV in front of me. They (the signs, not the babies) were all the rage a few years back and I guess the fad is coming back. I never really understood the value of advertising the arrival of the wee darling with a plastic sign dangling from a suction-cup hook spit-adhered to a car window. Do

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Sooner or later almost everyone will either have a garage sale or go to one. The seller doesn’t even have to have a garage – the sale can be in the yard, on the sidewalk, two flights up, or at the community center or flea market. The goal is same no matter where the sale: get rid of unwanted stuff and make money to get new stuff. If you’ve given or been to a garage sale, you’ve probably noticed

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One of the interesting things about getting older is that you find out where all your inside parts are, what they do, and what can go wrong with them. When you are a kid, you have no idea where important parts, like your liver or epiglottis, are or what they do. By the age of six, however, you figure out that if you fall off of almost anything while on concrete, you scrape exposed knees and

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Oh, what the heck. Who needs ten reasons? Who needs any reason at all? Heard that old saying? "Life’s short. Eat dessert first." ‘Scuse me, please. I have to go scoop and enjoy. © Copyright 2009 Suzzwords

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Some women are convinced that if it were not for us, men would still be living in caves. Oh, sure they would have big screen TVs to watch caveman football, coolers beside their recliner rocks for rot-gut hops, and a crispy pile of wild pig skins to munch on.Modern-day cave men would not shave or bathe, sniff their armpits with pride, and smile toothy grins. They would have invented things like

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Back in the old days, just the utterance of the curse word “damn” from a teen’s mouth brought the wrath of every adult in earshot. Talk of you-know-what among groups of teens, despite their rampant hormones, was strictly taboo.Don’t know about the boys, but among teen girls information about “that” was a popular subject discussed endlessly behind closed doors and accompanied by giggles and

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As we’ve aged, many of us have heard the dreaded words from our physician, “Cut down on the salt.” or worse, “No salt for you.” The American Heart Association recommends less than 2,300 mg of sodium per day. One-fourth teaspoon of salt has 575 mg of sodium! If you are brave enough to check the labels of processed foods or enjoy the yummy taste of fast foods, you can understand what the doc has

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Mr. and Mrs. Gnorman Gnickols announce the engagement of their daughter, Gnelda, to Gned Gnewton, son of Mr and Mrs. Gneil Gnewton. The couple is planning a Fall wedding, with gnuptials taking place in the gnome home of the bride. After a honeymoon to Gnew Orleans, the couple will reside in Gnome Gnook.© Copyright 2009 Suzzwords Text and Photo

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She was big, she was bold, she was beautiful. She was a 1966 Pontiac 2+2 coupe. One day, long ago, we went out on an unopened portion of an Interstate highway and as I held my foot down on the gas, she easily soared to 120 mph.It was glorious as we flew over the concrete for a scant few seconds until my timid brain began screaming, "What the hell are you doing, you idiot, slow down!"We slowed to

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Did a group (or groups) of people slip over the edge of sanity while I was out mowing the yard? I just ran across this web site for Extreme Grooming . Here are some photos from that page. Extreme poodle grooming!? How can dog lovers actually do THIS to a proud breed descended from the hard-working German water retriever? Ninja-TurtleCock-a-Poodle-DooHave our brains overloaded on the quest to

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© Copyright photos 2009 Suzzwords

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How do those automatic faucets and flush toilets in public restrooms work? Yes, I know that when you “break the beam” they activate, but what powers the “beam.” Are they battery-operated, wind up like a clock or just magic? If they are battery-powered, does the housekeeping personnel now have to carry around pockets-full of AA Duracells? (Bet you never thought about that one did you?)Does your

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“Watson, come here. I need you.”“Ah, there you are. For today’s scientific analysis, we are going to examine M&Ms for their visual nutritional value.”“Here, you take a handful of the green and blue M&Ms and I’ll take the yellow, orange and red.”“Our experiment is to determine if the outer candy shell that protects the tasty inner chocolate has any relationship to actual healthy foods.”“Watson,

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Oh, go ahead. You know you want to play!

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After dinner, why not enjoy a challenging word game?

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$89.76 – Cost of garden tools to dig up area for butterfly garden.$14.99 – Cost of fertilizer for butterfly attracting plants.$18.76 – Cost of variety of butterfly attracting plants.$5.98 – Cost of ointment to relieve sunburn.$686.00 – Cost of emergency room treatment for bee sting.$145.00 – Cost of prescription to relieve swelling from bee sting.$75.00 – Cost of hiring someone to dig up garden

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It's been over two years since I said goodbye forever to one of my dearest friends who died from breast cancer. My sadness is compounded by knowing that even through she had a mammogram, the facility where she went did not properly read the results and recommended that "we watch" the lump. A year later, at another screening center at another facility, it was too late to halt the progress of the

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Back Then: Straw broom to clean sidewalk, street after mowing.Now-A-Days: After filling gas tank, blow lawn clippings into street or neighbor’s yard (if they are not looking) with $124.99 Craftsman 200 mph 430 CFM Gas Blower/Vac.Back then: Look up the word in Webster’s Dictionary (that’s a book).Now-A-Days: Run spell checker. Who needs to learn to spaell?Back Then: Brylcreem. (A little dabba do

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by Susan Burnell (Note from Suzzwords: My friend Susan Burnell, her husband, teenage son and two cats live in northwest Houston, where they "sheltered in place" safely during Hurricane Ike.She is now involved with a fundraising effort by the local chapter of the International Association of Business Communicators to help injured and displaced employees of the historic restaurant, Brennan's of

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With all the amazing discoveries and advances in science, you would think someone would figure out why bugs crawl into light fixtures. Why don’t they just crawl back out? Do they have some sort of death wish or it is elder bug tradition to be slowly toasted to dust rather than be a burden on their families?What is really intriguing is how they get into closed light fixtures; you know, the ones

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There are certain truths about human behavior with the approach, arrival, and departure of tropical storms and hurricanes. There are always a few, who, even after negative experience from previous storms, still follow the same pattern. If you live in coastal regions subject to hurricanes and tropical storms and exhibit any of the behaviors listed below, please move to another country.1. Refuse to

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Before television, video games, and computers, kids went outside to play. We didn’t need fancy electronic toys or expensive outdoor “equipment.” We had imagination. Imagination could turn a stick into a magic wand, a large cardboard box into a space ship, and clouds into anything. On lazy, hot summer days, we would spread our blankets or old quilts under the trees, lie on our backs and describe

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Do you drive a small car? You know, the kind tall people have to fold into and short people love for the head room? Have you felt intimidated by the big, really big, luxury sedans, monster pickups, SUVs, and vans that come stalking up behind you on the expressway? Have you seen the smirky looks on the driver’s faces as they loom over you when passing?Hahahahahaha, you big car drivers!Who's

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Don’t Read ThisYou have probably seen at least one confidentially notice at the bottom of a forwarded email. If the contents of the email is especially funny or political (is there a difference?), the email may have been forwarded so many times that it picked up several notices.Notices are apparently added automatically so the sender never sees what their company, organization or government has

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Olive Riley, the world’s oldest blogger, passed away Saturday, July 12, at the age of 108.Her blog – or blob – as she called it, was read by thousands around the world. From her first post in February 2007, Olive documented life events and sang happy songs that gave many of her readers historical insights into what it was like to grow up in Broken Hill, Australia.Olive Riley was an amazing woman

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Mother Nature put on her own spectacular display in celebration of our Nation's birthday.History of Independence Day from the History Channel© Copyright text and photo 2008 Suzzwords

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Close the door.CLOSE THAT DOOR!Do I have to tell you again to CLOSE THE DOOR!Were you born in a barn? CLOSE THE DOOR!If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times to SHUT THE DOOR!Inside or outside, make up your mind, but either way, CLOSE THE DOOR!I’m not paying to air condition all of the outdoors, now CLOSE THAT DOOR!You left the front door open AGAIN, now go CLOSE THE DOOR!If you

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It was a great time to be a kid in the late 1940s and early 1950s – a slower way of life with cheap gas, little crime, few drugs other than the evil alcohol and tobacco, and most important, no wars. There were more than a few comforts lacking then that we have now like air-conditioning, television, ice makers, automatic washers and clothes dryers, and automatic transmissions, but somehow we

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Humm. Just how stupid is enough to qualify for being stupid enough? To determine the level of stupidity that is just enough to appear intelligent but do stupid things, I came up with this purely ridiculous and unscientific test. Not that I, personally, would ever do any of these stupid things, but I heard that my friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s girlfriend’s father actually was stupid enough to rank

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"Memorial Day is a United States Federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May (in 2008 on May 26). Formerly known as Decoration Day, it commemorates U.S. men and women who perished while in military service to their country. First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War, it was expanded after World War I to include casualties of any war or military action ."

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Most of us know what grits is – are. What I can’t figure out what is a grit and how many grit does it takes to make grits.It’s pretty obvious that a bowl of grits is singular, but what about that small grit and a zillion of his buddies in the bowl? Grits, right? But since they are all mooshed and cooked together in a delicious goopy glob, I’m thinking that the glob must be singular, hence, “Grit

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Oh, please. You think YOU have a tough life?© Copyright text and photo 2008 Suzzwords

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Men won’t understand this. Women who have been as much as six ounces overweight will understand the meaning of “fat bubble.” I think fat bubbles have been around a long time, but really began to be recognized with the wide-spread use of pantyhose.Any woman who has ever worn a pair of pantyhose and snagged them, knows what that blob of flesh is peeking out of the hole. Yup, it’s a fat bubble and

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If you can remember this and actually used Air Mail, you are sooooooo "mature."Moral: Clean out closets more often.© Copyright text and photo 2008 Suzzwords

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I’ve come up with a wonderful way that I can contribute to health and safety of the environment this spring and summer growing season. I’m going to let my small yard “go back to nature.” I’m going “green.”The neighbors might not be too keen on this idea, so I will just have to remind them of my quest for cleaner air, soil, and water.Here’s the plan.I’ll prevent toxic emissions from my gas-powered

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The Itsy Bitsy SpiderThe itsy, bitsy spider, climbed up the water spout.Down came the rain and washed the spider out.Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,So the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout again.© Photo Copyright 2008 Suzzwords

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Most of us have heard of shrink wrap.That’s not the question. What I want to know is when did manufacturers start reducing the contents of their packages so we get less product, but pay the same price or more.I first noticed it with stuffing mix. I thought the box was the same, but the world – and I – had gotten bigger. A nearby grocery clerk confirmed my sanity and that the package was, indeed,

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Bumper Sticker: We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse.After attending a lunch gathering of old grads from my old high school, I realized how many times the subject of age came up and how often was heard, “Well, just how old are YOU now?”I felt like I had just experienced déjà vu – a flashback to childhood. Think about it. Remember when you were a tot and Uncle Ernest would bend

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10. I resolve to email stupid jokes to friends as often as possible.9. I resolve to give up the idea of bungee jumping and sky diving.8. I resolve to let Mother Nature wash my car.7. I resolve to move before having to clean the oven.6. I resolve to consider ice cream a health food.5. I resolve to eat more health foods.4. I resolve to go outside and play as often as possible.3. I resolve to wear

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Ladies First …Act 1Scene One: A terrific sale on shoes, so you pick up those black pumps you’ve been needing and, what the heck, get the same style in navy, too. Ooh, and what a great price on fisherman’s sandals, just plop the navy pair in your basket. Oops, red is sold out in your size, but at this price, go ahead and get them in black.Scene Two: You are late for a meeting. You are dressed and

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Seems a number of people are searching for the famous Irish fruitcake recipe now that the huge holiday insanity season is approaching. I know you are out there as I get three or four hits a day on my Sitemeter.I found this recipe for Irish fruitcake years ago and have since seen a number of variations, including the Jack Daniels version.Fruitcakes have become outrageously expensive to make at

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CNN recently posted an article on their Web site called “Things you should never do at work.” Included is good advice about not to gossip, hit on your boss or steal office supplies.After reading the article, I noticed a few things they left out, so I made my own list.1. Sniff at your pits and declare to anyone who will listen, “Gee, maybe I should have showered this morning.”2. Fall asleep at

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It seems like almost every television news channel has “breaking news.” One local channel reported a breaking news weather alert long after the storm was over. A popular cable channel was still running a breaking news alert about a celebrity eight hours after the breaking news first broke.Now hold on here, just how long can breaking news break? Is there a time limit?If breaking news is red hot

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My hubby and I first lived in a new subdivision of mostly young people our age. Everyone knew everyone else and their children. It was safe then to turn the kids loose to play outside under watchful eyes from parents up and down the street.Halloween night, from twilight to about 8 or 8:30, saw a stream of little kids from surrounding homes scurrying to one house, then another, in the age-old

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Ancay ouya eakspay igpay atinlay?Sometime around the seventh grade, a group of us girls all learned to speak pig latin. This incredible language was passed on to us by Nancy’s older brother, who assured us that only we and a few chosen others could understand this strange and cryptic language.We practiced our new communication all weekend to be ready to whisper secrets to one another in study

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October 20 is the birthday of the world's oldest blogger, Olive Riley, a feisty 108-year-old Australian great-great-grandmother with amazingly clear memories of her colorful life. She was born on October 10, 1899, in Broken Hill, a mining town in central Australia.Physically frail but mentally alert, Olive lives in an aged care hostel 50 miles (80 km) north of Sydney. Her blog (or 'blob' as she

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It’s been a long, exhausting and painful month. I incurred a serious attack of declutteritis.It all started with exposure to a television program about handy-dandy ways to simplify your life. A vision quickly spread to my brain of tidy closets and litter-free table tops, bookshelves and desks.If not caught in the early stages, declutteritis can spread to the entire body causing a flurry of

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If you are from an average working family and grew up in the 30s, 40s and 50s, you will remember some of these.Run towels through the wringer.Sip Coca-Cola from the green bottle right out of the ice-filled box in front of the filling station.Take shoes to the repair shop.Trim grass with manual shears.Defrost the refrigerator’s freezer compartment.Drink from a woodland stream.Walk to the corner

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Quick – what is a darning egg? Oh, my gosh, that’s right. I can’t believe you are THAT old. What, Betty? No, it does not come from a darn chicken.According to one of my favorite sites, Wikipedia, “A darning egg is an egg-shaped ovoid of stone, porcelain, wood, or similar hard material, which is inserted into the toe or heel of the sock to hold it in the proper shape and provide a firm foundation

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I read somewhere that the word “blog” comes from saying “web log” real fast. What is it called when a blog writer has writer’s block? I think I have “Ogbloc ” or “Gloc” because for the past few weeks I’ve had no desire to write.Maybe it’s the weather. Here in North Florida, it’s hot and dry one day and dry and hot the next. The lawn is crispy, the plants have wilted and some of the dogwoods are

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One of the first sites I found when I started blogging two years ago was Ronni Bennett’s Time Goes By. Wow, I thought, what a terrific writer and what great issues she chooses to champion. Ronni’s focus is on topics important to us elderly folks: health care, retirement, discrimination, even other bloggers. She recently started a second site for us to tell our stories at The Elder Storytelling

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Have you ever been in a crowded grocery checkout line and one person’s cell phone “rings” and fifteen people dig for their own phones, even though the chances are good that their ringtone is not the same?Have you ever wished for a magic wand to wave and mutter “cellphoneusringossameos” (Why, yes, I am a Harry Potter fan. Why do you ask?) to change all the ringtones in the surrounding area to one

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Never, never answer these questions.Who are you voting for?My husband / wife is such a jerk. What do you think?Want to see pictures of my grandchildren?Do you like this chartreuse, orange and purple color scheme in the dining room?Was $800 to much to pay for this hand-carved toilet seat?I made some alterations to the recipe. How do you like the cookies?Man: Is my hairline receding?Woman: Does my

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The Elder Storytelling Place – what a fun site to spend a few minutes or a few hours reading the short stories of both novice and seasoned writers. Originator and shepherd Ronni Bennett of Time Goes By has encouraged many of us to pull out our memories, put them into words and share them.Today, Ronni selected my story about my first driving lesson. Serious business it was learning how to drive in

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Why are Sunday newspaper automobile tire ads only in the sports section?Would anyone touch a bench if the sign said, “Dry Paint”?Is a 10-cent-off coupon worth cutting out?If it’s “hotter than hell,” just exactly how hot is hell?Are gay people really that happy?When television programming is boring, does the entertainment center have to be renamed?If a baseball player gets a rash from his glove,

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IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the

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Water in bottles is bottled water.Water that comes out of a faucet is tap water.Spring water that bubbles up out the ground, put in plastic bottles and sold as magic elixir is spring water.Water containing minerals and other substances is mineral water.Mineral water from the French Alps is overpriced water.Sparkling, soda, and seltzer water is artificially charged with carbon dioxide to make

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Did someone change the meanings of words in the English language last month or am I the only one who – at times – has no idea of what is being said?What the heck is a “throw down” on the Food Channel? I caught the last half of a program and one of the chefs had just won a burger “throw down.”Did they throw burger buns at a target? Did they toss hot burgers back and forth until someone dropped one

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© Copyright 2007 Suzzwords

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It was just a few months ago that I was barely out of my fifties. A few years zoomed by and now I'm turning the corner on another decade. Yikes! Let the serious age exaggeration begin.How many years can you shave off your age before it becomes obvious? Is it socially acceptable to find a nice age and just stop there? For instance, stop having birthdays in your late sixties.The only problem I can

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Here’s my variation of the old “Good News – Bad News” routine.Real News: Iraq and AfghanistanStupid News: Rosie and ElisabethReal News: Recovery of Missing ChildStupid News: Rehab of BrittanyReal News: Nations Agree on Global Warming SolutionsStupid News: Anything to do with Paris HiltonReal News: DNA Breakthrough Leads to Disease CureStupid News: Plastic Surgery for Boob EnhancementReal News:

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Window air-conditioners were just becoming affordable in the early 1950s, making the ritual of Saturday night date preparation much more comfortable for us Southern young ladies who were of dating age. Prior to the installation of the mammoth metal monsters hanging from the window, we took cold showers, pointed every fan in the house in our direction and prayed the sticky anti-perspirant held

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My blogging friend, Joy, over at The Joy of Six, had an interesting post, He’s in the ”Library” … Again, about time spent in the bathroom. While reading her words, I immediately became lost in memories of blissful hours spent in bubble baths and Calgon moisturizing beads.I haven’t had a really nice, long soak for quite a while. One of the reasons is that my bathtub is only fourteen inches deep

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What Not to Give Mom on Mother’s Day10. Toaster9. Can Opener8. Ironing Board7. Iron6. Turtlewax5. Laundry Basket4. Dish Pan3. Broom2. Bucket for Mop1. MopWhat to Give Mom on Mother’s Day1. Flowers1. Chocolate1. Dinner Out (Not Burger King)1. Movie and Dinner Out1. Car Detailing1. Day at the Spa1. Gold or Pearl Earrings1. Gift Certificate to Department Store (Not Walmart)1. Diamonds1. House

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As I was sitting in the patients' waiting room the other day, it occurred to me that “patient” is a silly name for we who sit and wait … and wait. Yes, the “waiting” part of “waiting room” is accurate, it’s that “patient” part I don’t get. I was far from being “patient.”As I thought a bit more as I waited, I realized all this hokey about all the stages of life – baby, toddler, teen, young adult,

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By the time we reach the age of 60, we have at least one whopping good story to tell. With a bit of luck, we have a whole bunch of stories to tell. With an infusion of imagination and a touch of “journalistic liberty,” we have also added a bit of drama to otherwise ordinary stories.Also by this time, most of our family and friends have heard all our stories, even the variations (just to add a bit

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As I rapidly approach my seventieth birthday, I am struck by two thoughts about the advantage of getting older. It’s not very likely you will find these elsewhere because most people who write of aging are busy telling us how to stay healthy or how to invest our vast accumulation of wealth.Advantage of Getting Older Number One: We don’t have to hear, “My how you have grown.”Remember that? In our

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How many times have you said:Is it hot in here … or is just me?Is it cold in here … or is just me?Is this too salty … or is just me?Is this too sweet … or is just me?Can you smell that … or is just me?Is that dress ugly … or is just me?Is this bus going too fast … or is just me?Do you feel queasy from that hot sauce … or is just me?Do you think parasailing off this bridge was stupid … or is just

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Stardate: 3165-3/7We’ve landed safely on the abandoned planet formerly known as Eartha. We’ve confirmed that the enormous remains of a settlement that we saw from the air seems to be some sort of religious center as we’ve discovered inhabitants’ dwellings surrounded by a type of primitive concrete belt; perhaps to carry worshipers around and also away from this “city.”Our crew of scientists will

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Think about this.Put a “T” on “here,” and you are already “there.”Do airline personnel say “boobye” on Halloween?Can you hit a golf ball off a tee shirt?If a bird flew into the chimney flue, would it wind up with bird flu?If you drop a bud into the cake flour, will it still flower?If you stored sports equipment in your attic, would that be considered the modern-day equivalent of having bats in

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We awoke on a recent winter morning to discover we had been the target of a paintball attack. A whole series of orange “shots” spread across the front of our house as if fired from a slow moving car. Thank goodness the shooter was no closer or we could have been cleaning up glass as well. Double thank goodness it was only paint.After the police report was filed for both a neighbor and us, and the

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As I picked up a prescription the other day, it occurred to me that I could hear the pills rattle. I’ve been hearing pills rattle for some time, but it never seemed significant. (There must be some aging rule, you know, like one new pill for every five years over the age of 50.) Maybe I never really paid attention to the sound before because I’ve been busy with more important matters like trying

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Lately, I’ve been thinking about becoming a celebrity, but I’m not sure how all this “famous” business works. For example, when a woman goes on a talk show, who holds her purse? I’m sure she must need someone to watch out for the valuable stuff like credit cards, cash, expensive makeup, and jewelry. She can’t just leave her designer purse laying around in a “green room” or tossed on a table

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What ever happened to those big ol’ eyeglasses frames of the 70s and 80s? You know the kind – they went from the top of your eyebrow to halfway down your cheek and from side to side. When glasses were still made of real glass and mounted in those babies, you almost fell forward from the weight. The plastic ones were only a tiny bit lighter, but came in fake tortoise shell and cool colors like

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If you were born before 1940, someone you knew still used a real ice box, the kind that held a large square of ice (straight from a real ice house) that kept cold, well sorta, the contents of an insulated metal box on legs. These were soon replaced with electric refrigerators, but for years after most folks still called the newfangled inventions “ice boxes.”The fancy new fridges came with tiny

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At least once, we’ve all come out of the hair salon wishing we had not gone in. Here are some really good reasons to cancel your hair appointment or walk out if you are a walk-in. Run, run, I say, out the door and don’t look back.1. If your hairdresser says, “My four kids all came home with blotchy red spots and now I have it. Do you know what this rash is?”2. If your hairdresser says, “That

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I Heard the Bells on Christmas DayI heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.And thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled along the unbroken songOf peace on earth, good will to men.Till ringing, singing on its wayThe world revolved from night to dayA voice, a chime, a

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I just watched a commercial about the “perfect gift for your pet.” Huh? “The perfect gift” for what? When did we start buying “gifts” for our pets? And how do pets actually determine the difference between a “gift” and an old tennis ball?Do pets have color preferences? Do they prefer squeaky toys that match their eyes or their fur? When two pets are just sitting around, do they discuss what they

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Fruitcake … love it or hate it. No, wait, love it, hate it, OR love it but say you hate it and eat it secretly, sort of like a closet fruitcake fan.There are two types of fruitcake, really, really good fruitcake filled with all sorts of real fruit and plump pecans or really, really bad fruitcake filled with way too many raisins, mystery nut bits and bits of mystery nut shells, and tough, dried

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This is a true story, or at least as true as I can remember. My girl friend and I first became aware of the man who thought he was a train during a shopping trip to downtown Jacksonville, Florida, in the early 1950s. We needed gloves and hats for a luncheon. Luncheons were big in those days as we learned to become proper young ladies.There were several hat stores in town and we were just coming

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On warm summer Saturday evenings of the mid-80s, several of my friends and I would head to an outdoor bar along the downtown river to enjoy the setting sun and listen to the big band sounds of the 40s piped to the outdoor area. The breezes kept away the mosquitoes and perspiration, making it ideal for relaxing or dancing a few slow dances. Occasionally, a hit from the 50s (our generation) could

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Have you ever awakened at 2 a.m., flipped on the television to dull your senses to fall asleep again, and been subjected to the amazing “before and after” tales of how Betty Lou in Michigan and Bob in Alabama lost a zillion pounds in only twelve days?Not only did Betty Lou and Bob loose all that weight, but they didn’t have to diet OR exercise, they just took this amazing pill. Two things the

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Unless we are having a baby, moving to a new home, or getting married, we folks over the age of 60 are getting shorted on gift registries. Remember when brides registered their china and silver patterns at jewelry stores? Where I grew up, there were only two jewelry stores downtown (there were no malls back then) and we future brides all trouped into the most prestigious to register our

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Remember S&H Green Stamps? (If you are under 40 – never mind) Remember the thrill of getting enough Green Stamps with one purchase to fill a page? Remember the even bigger thrill of filling a whole “book?” With enough Green Stamps, a family could furnish their house from the redemption catalog.Short of fresh foods, you could get almost anything with enough stamps. With some negotiating, you could

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Daylight Saving Time ends October 29, 2006.Is it just me or do other people feel that we have more important national considerations than fiddling around with the time? Can we take a vote on sticking with just one time and skipping all this Daylight Saving Time business?Yes, yes, I know. I’ve already fussed about this last April when we sprang forward. To read my original post, click: Daylight

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If you grew up in the 40s and 50s and went on family trips, then you probably tasted the gooey sweet, pecan-covered goodness of a Stuckey’s pecan bar.Clever kids of my era would time their bathroom break demands with the proximity of the next Stuckeys. Why? Well, my dear, you had to go through the gift shop to reach the restrooms and although you may have had to dash in, you could take up to the

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As children, we learned about being competitive.“I can run faster than you.”“Nonny nonny nah nah, I got a bigger piece of cake!”“Bet my grade is better than yours.”“I’m the prettiest.”Teen years only made the spirit of competition more robust and by the time we achieved status in the working world, we had honed our talents to a razor sharp edge.Now we are retired. Has the urge to compete worn off

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Have you ever noticed that coffee mugs multiply behind the closed doors of kitchen cabinets? First you start out with a matched pair or a nice set of four, then suddenly one appears emblazoned with a logo from a local business. It snuggles up next to the newly arrived gift mug that says, “World’s Best Mom,” and before you know it, there are mugs of all shapes and sizes filling the cabinet and

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Chew nails and spit tacks.Dumber than a doorknob.Scarcer than hen’s teeth.Older than dirt.In a tizzy.Nutty as a fruitcake.Screw loose.Lights are on, but no one is home.Up shit creek without a paddle.Running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.Like a bat out of hell.Meaner than a snake.Can’s see the forest for the trees.Up one side and down the other.Straight as the crow flies.Solid as a

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With the help of friends, here are some of the things our family members said to help us grow into adulthood. Some made sense, others … well, at least they got our attention. Others only made sense when we became adults and finally understood what those “old” people were talking about. Now that we are the “old” people, we hear the echo of our parents as we pass these “sayings” along to our

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Ladies: have you noticed that as your eyesight wanes, the hairs on your chin begin to sprout more vigorously? What is it about face hair on men that is okay, but on women is totally unacceptable? Maybe we women have become the pawns of the fashion police and lured to spend zillions of dollars on hair-removal products.I saw an ad the other day for a horrifying battery-propelled, hand-held gizmo

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Aahh, the magic words, “Well, if you ask me, she’s way too thin!”I’ve never heard those words. It seems from the time I was born, I’ve been on a diet. Nowadays, I just blame these hips on heredity. As if I don’t already have enough to think about (calories, carbs, good fats, bad fats), now I have to keep an eye on my cell phone.I just watched a commercial about the latest THIN cell phone! Super

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If you want to have some fun, just stand back and watch people trying to get on and off crowded elevators. There is something about elevator doors opening on the ground floor that sucks those waiting directly to the entrance so that those trying to get off have to bob and weave their way through the eager beavers.There must be some sort of electronic connection between the elevator and the human

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Down Memory LaneFeelings. No, not emotional feelings like angry or sad. I ‘m talking about those warm fuzzy feelings when something unexpected triggers a pleasant memory from childhood.There is a line or two in Sue Monk Kidd’s “The Secret Life of Bees” when the heroine walks through dew dampened grass, then past a crepe myrtle tree. She has to brush away the fallen crepe myrtle flowers sticking

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This is a notable birthday week in my diary. (Okay, I don’t actually keep a diary, I just thought that would make a good opening line.)First of all, one of my best friends and I are celebrating our birthdays. It takes a Gemini to know a Gemini and even though there are several years between us, we struck up an immediate friendship upon meeting several years ago.Not only are our birthdays two days

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If it weren’t for weekends, working people would go crazy. They also would not have any clean clothes and their cars would never get washed. God invented weekends so working people could catch up on real life.God also invented retirement because after only having a real life two out of seven days for years and years, working people can then sleep in as much as they want. Retirement is the reward

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