Once by Willowtree, who wanted to know about the music to which I listen. The rules were: "List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what they are. They must be songs you are presently enjoying.
I hope he doesn't mind if I am general in my responses. I just can't 'name that tune" as I did when I was 21.
A bunch of masochistic bloggers, lead by Robin wanted to see my appearance upon waking in the morning. The rules: to show [their] morning faces! Yes, she wants to see that no-makeup, just-got-up, haven't-had-coffee-yet face. Are you up for it???"
Oh well... beauty is only skin deep. Ugly goes all the way to the bone. Hmmph.
Then, Kathleen Marie got me on another one of those tell us about yourself posts. The rules: Each player starts with eight (8) random facts/habits about themselves.
I've done a few of these in the past with more humor than fact. So, I'll try to share something that may be…
My brother Mike emailed me this photo last night. He said this was a goodbye salute that he snapped today in his garage where this old freezer has been chugging away since 1988. That was the year our mama decided she was tired of bending over and digging through it. Besides, she no longer needed the capacity and hadn't for several years.
Mike and my sister-in-law spent the next 25 years "digging" through this old freezer. My sis-in-law was very good at keeping it and the cupboards stocked. The two of them kept promising each other that "It is going to die soon, so we will just keep it until that day."
Twenty-five years may seem like a very long life for a freezer. It is MUCH older than that. Sears only sold Coldspot through 1976. I thought that my parent's purchased this freezer in the sixties. My brother said he put the serial number 'on-line' and it matched a 1953 manufacturing date. Here is a close up of the make and model that Mike in…
Molly left me a note yesterday to remind me that her last request as Fun Monday hostess is for bloggers to write about a child hood memory. She knew that I would be drawn to this topic like a fly to manu… Er… No, I mean a bear to honey.
A memory had already been evoked in me earlier this month when suffering with a horrible fever blister that covered the end of my nose and part of my upper lip. While doing some errands for Auntie Fern, one of the owners of the retirement village suggested I slather my affliction with Bag Balm. Immediately two thoughts popped into my head. One was of that big fat wedding movie – where the father character pulls out a spray bottle of Windex (window cleaner) every time someone appeared in the script with a skin ailment.
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The other sentiment was of my dad. My dad would never have been so bold to suggest his remedies to strangers, but he did share his opinions freely with family.
If you had a headache it was because you didn’t have your morning…