Ora once told some great stories that happened in her life as an Active duty Army chaplain’s life. I Love Lucy’s best, they are her early life’s happenings, then there is always Jean and Paula who have some great tales. Not to be out done Betty covered some neat stories of her mom in her early days, not to mention some in the Koda’s. Who can resist the stories from the North by Mel, Dar and Cher. Then the bus ride stores from the City Mel. Linda May, slips in a story every once in awhile as ‘Miss Kitty’. Yvette, the Cajun, would have some great early tales and many after Katrina, I am sure. (for now she sticks to poetry.)
I have a dear friend, Lindy, who does not blog, but has put some jewels of her life, in her comments.
I find that I have many friends who are girls, now does that mean I have many Girlfriends? If I missed a regular, I will catch up.
Men are scarce on the net. I always enjoy Robert from over in Athens, that country is in turmoil now. Bucko who has an exciting job in the nuclear field. Woody who was a ‘COP’ in New York, now has good tales of fishing and entertaining. Oh, cannot forget Fred. I love his tales of the mission fields where he spent much of his life, now good tales from “The Cabin” which he has named “Pomzika” (I think).
The sad thing is we lose internet friends and do not always know what happened to them. I miss Dribbles by Chuck and Just Bill, who departed. Now Dad of the Tomato patch.
I started this because of what happened this morning. It is Monday Morning, Sherry wanted to go to Hardees with the ‘Old Folk’, but it is raining ‘very hard’. Sooooooo I decided to fix our porridge (oatmeal).
First, I must say, I ate pistachios last night.
I seldom measure anything. This morning I decided to MEASURE (and do things right). I measured out a cup of oatmeal, left it on the counter, got the salt shaker out, holding the plastic measuring spoons. While trying to pop the top on the shaker, everything flew, spilling the salt on the counter,sink and stove & knocking over the oatmeal (my water is now boiling).
I tried to clean up the mess with the dish rag. Gave up and got the vacuum. While vacuuming, I noticed a Pistachio hull (thinking, I must have dropped one last night). Huh, uh. trying to move the vacuum, I had knocked over the trash can. (I had re-measured the cup of oat meal, and stirred it in). While I am cleaning up, it nearly boils over, and I upset the trash can again.
Don’t you just love being alive so these things can happen? LOL
BUT, Everything is okay, I just helped my girl put her Bra on!!!!!
I did not take advantage, acted very professional. hahahahahahahahaha
I feel like these cars:
Not knowing what I am?
Not knowing if I would get out of this or not.
And feeling a little silly like these two!