Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
NAME THE DEBUTANTES
Friday, May 22, 2009
WORKING OUT OF A MOTEL ROOM
Nineteen and newly (foolishly) married, my spouse was busy spending my dowry so it was important for me to find a job. The job in the newspaper was for telephone solicitors and I was to make application at the Sundown Too motel. No kidding. My brother-in-law accompanied me and waited outside to make sure the job was on the up-an-up.
I got the job. I could have been a total incompetent and gotten the job. They were hiring any live bodies that showed up. We were to call local residents and sell magazine subscriptions. We were not to use our real names. My pseudonym was "Kelly". The boss was a total slob with food stains on his clothes and reeking of alcohol, creeping around and monitoring our calls, screaming orders at us.
One of my best friend's parents were on my list. I had to call pretending to be Kelly. The dad cussed me up one side and down the other. I had never heard such language out of his mouth. It was more fun later that evening to visit their home and introduce myself as Kelly the phone solicitor. (Remember I was also the local minister's daughter and these were church members. LOL)
Oh, and it was my first and last day working at the Sundown Too. No more working out of a motel room for me. Target called and I got a job stocking shelves.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
MY NAME IS BELLA
Granny Annie said Hope could not find me. She had to go home without me. She knew Granny Annie would take care of me. I had fallen asleep under the computer. Granny Annie let me play on the computer. That made me feel better.
Next Granny Annie and Grandpa Ron took me for a ride.
We went to their bank. I got to go in the big vault. I saw Granny Annie's Safe Deposit box.
I went to sleep after a big day.
Granny Annie and Grandpa Ron have treated me nicely. I will still be glad to see Mommy Hope on Monday.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
ELENORE HAD A BABY
Elenore is three years old. We bought her as an adult Silky-mix hen at the Poultry Swap Meet. We bought her because she was supposed to be a loving, nurturing hen and we named here Elenore, after my sister, because my sister is loving and nurturing.
Elenore the hen has seated herself on every nest with a broody hen and everyone knows the story of Elenore the hen sitting on the nest of kittens. She never had her own nest. We know she would bounce back and forth between the kittens and her own clutch of eggs and we feared she would fail to hatch her own chicks. But, now it has happened. Oh I hope we have more in the morning to add to Elenore's brood. She will be the happiest of mothers if she can hatch a few more of her own.
BREAKING NEWS: We have one more chick and another one hatching. Looks like Elenore Hen will at least have triplets. Whoohoo!
Monday, May 18, 2009
CAN A CAMERA RUIN THE MEMORY?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
WHEN THE PIE WAS OPEN THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING
It is Saturday morning. The weekend is upon us and we all have lots to do. It is my strong suggestion that we intentionally whistle a happy tune (or sing a special song) and get it stuck in our head on purpose. What a better way to get through a busy time than with a song in our hearts. I remember my grandmother always singing hymns in her kitchen while she turned out those delicious meals.
Follow the link to see why I'll be humming Waltz Across Texas. What special song will you select and why?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
TOPICS THAT BORE
1. A dream.
2. The recent changes in your child’s nap schedule.
3. The route you took to get here.
4. An excellent meal you once had at a restaurant.
5. The latest additions to your wine cellar.
6. An account of your last tennis game.
7. The plot of a movie, play, or movie—in particular, the funny parts.
So, let me apologize for the time I told you I dreamed that my sister and her best friend forced me to eat pounds of raw bacon.
And the time I told you my grand daughter sneaked out of the house at nap time and was found playing in the cherry tree.
I'm glad I read this before I told you about our trip home from Tulsa after our third attempt at Ron's MRI. He was drugged and I had to drive in nickel sized hail because our route was up the I-44 corridor. (By the way Kenju, the sunglasses work wonders in heavy rain.)
Plus I won't bother you with the details of our delicious Vietnamese lunch at Binh-Le's in Tulsa with me having sesame shrimp and Ron having sweet and sour pork and the Imperial rolls we both tried for the first time. Never mind my recommending the latest greatest delicious low cost wine Frontera from Chili that is recommended highly in Consumer reports. I probably shouldn't mention the fact that I am the only one in our entire family who has never played tennis. Thus, so much for a movie review of TAKEN that kept me on the absolute edge of my seat today.
What would you bore us with? (Actually I can't think of a one of you who has ever bored me with your interesting writing.)
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
FIVE MEN WALKING
Shopping in Wal-Mart the other day, I happened to look up in time to see a strange group enter the store. They were shoulder to shoulder and walked with long strides. Background music was definitely needed as I viewed them. Maybe something from Pulp Fiction. It was as if they were being shown in slow motion -- some kind of living tableau.
A young man of medium height with short cropped blonde hair wearing a white T shirt walked at the far left. He had a small goatee and you could see the tattoos that started on his neck and moved under the shirt and out his sleeves down his arms to his wrists. I could only assume his torso was probably tattooed as well.
Next was a very tall, dark skinned man in a Hawaiian shirt wearing a Panama hat. I would have guessed he was their leader as the others seemed to match their stride to his.
A pale fellow wearing an ivy league cap, sunglasses and what I would call very preppy looking clothes almost matched the height of Mr. Panama Hat.
Preppy's nearest walking partner looked like a typical Okie wearing jeans, T-shirt and looking like a fisherman. This fellow was the only one with common appearance to what we ususally see in Wal-Mart.
The last guy on the far right was about the same height as Blondie. He could have been an Aborigine who just stepped off the boat from Australia.
I looked around for a film crew.
I went back to shopping.
Loading my groceries in the car I looked up to see this mismatched band of fellows depart Wal-Mart with only Mr. Panama Hat carrying a small package. Again their formation was shoulder to shoulder. I wanted to follow them.
Was it just me or do you also think this was an unusual group of guys? It has really bugged me because I do not know "the rest of the story". I also wish I had taken their picture. Each on their own would not have caught my eye. (Well, maybe the tattooed fellow or the stocky Aborigine?) but as a group I found their fashion sense miles apart.
Monday, May 11, 2009
IN SEARCH OF CLEAVAGE
I went to town on a mission last week. This post by Darlene got me to thinking about the challenges in this day and time to be pretty. We have three beautiful grand daughters and it is contradictory to think of what Hollywood tells them beauty is and what each of their smiles tell us. The same concern is there for our grandsons, yet they don't seem as eager to emulate Hollywood styles.
As many of you know, we live in a rural community. My first stop was the local police department. We have two police officers, both male. Nope, no cleavage there. Sharing their office is the City and Volunteer Fire Department office with two middle aged women and neither having tiny waists with low cut shirts exposing any cleavage.
Our local Family Dollar, our two restaurants, our Dairy Queen, our three deli/service stations did not have employees in designer clothes with high fashion hairdos and/or expensive cuts. Surely I would find what I was looking for at the one bank in town. Most of the staff in the bank is female and there was not a one that looked anything like any of the stereotype television women.
Come to think of it, even when we visit the nearby big city we don't run into a lot of cleavage either. So what are we to think? There is cleavage in the casinos but only on the waitresses on the casino floor. Hardly any of the female patrons are sporting fancy clothing and you can still see some amazing apparel there but nothing like the clothing pictured above.
All women like to dress up for a special party and boost and squeeze as much sag as the law will allow, but to dress as if for the camera every day would be horrible. The banking industry did not approve of low cut clothing when I was employed. I don't see that they do now. Is this because I am an Okie?
Do your day-to-day travels in your state yield women dressed like you see on television? Are there companies that actually allow women to dress in the workplace as we see on television? Tell me your experiences in your state or country and let me know if Oklahoma is the exception rather than the rule.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
We will always see you in each other:)
Saturday, May 09, 2009
FOUR IS A CROWD
Sorry about the poor quality video. It's dark in the nest box. I have changed the video from earlier. Look carefully and you will see Elenore Hen and Miss Hissy are still fighting over the kittens. Elenore seems to have forgotten that she has a clutch of eggs in the nest box next door and has abandoned those eggs for the kittens once again. Cats and hen are all in the one box.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
DID WE REALLY PUT A MAN ON THE MOON?
Monday, May 04, 2009
SHADOWS OF MY MIND
I have a necklace with a container on it that holds a small pencil and a piece of paper. I tried wearing it all the time to jot things down that I wanted to remember. The necklace kept banging on everything and drove me crazy.
A good friend of mine wrote on her hand. She never forgot anything. I tried that for a while and people would ask me, "What are those words on your face and/or chin?" I couldn't remember not to rest my head on the inked words on my hand. LOL
As I approach 63 my memory is not getting any better. What are your tricks to remembering?
For those of you who have followed our insurance saga, we have arrived at a settlement on the vehicle. They came within $220 of what we wanted and it seemed insane to drag it on for $220. Now we have the medical part to pursue. Right now we seem to be dealing with a nicer person than we were dealing with on the van. Thank you guys for your empathy through this trauma.