A Failure to Communicate

When family and friends gather to celebrate the holidays
there are certain "tales" that are told
again and again and always good for a laugh.

One of my favorite stories is one
our youngest son (who is now an adult)
tells about himself. . .

When he was 16 years old he got a job at Target, working part-time.  He was eager to do well and prided himself on being a helpful employee.  Newly on the job he approached a customer and asked,

"May I help you find something?".

She replied,

"Can you tell me where I would find the
Sanitary Napkins?".

The woman followed as he lead her -

to the dispoable paper dinner napkins.

"Here", he said,

"I'm pretty sure these are sanitized"!

He said the expression on her face
told him he had made
a mistake.

In our home these products were

simply referred to as

"KOTEX"

he had never heard them called

"Sanitary Napkins".

There had most obviously been

"A Failure to Communicate"!



Then and Now

42 years ago

May 29, 1969

April 2011

Life has not always been easy

but it has always been good.

Having the right person

to share it with has made

the difference.

HUH?

Parlsey

Cilantro

How's a girl to know?

What's in a name? A lot.

A new restaurant opened in our town

last week.

We decided to give it a try.

Started with some

(disappointing) Nachos.

"Ho-Hum"

We were totally

surprised, shocked  & awed unprepared for these

Onion Rings.

The.Best.We've.Ever.Had.
In.Our.Entire.Life.

"Would we care for a drink?"

Why yes we would.

Can you read the sexy strange names

on this menu? *blush

"Got any Sweet Tea"?

Yes.  They did.

And.

Look at that wall.

Hmmmmm.

"What's the name of this place?"

OK.

"Now we get it!"

We'd never heard of

"Double D Grill & Bar".

Have you?

Panties in a bunch!

awk-WARD!                              

                       

I was always taught the height of manners was to make those in your presence feel comfortable. 
Obviously that sentiment doesn't fly in the Palace.  Oh, and whatever you do don't speak
to the Queen unless she speaks to you first. 
"Are you kidding me?"
And, her children are not allowed to refer to her as their Mother. (?)
"Is this true?"  (I heard that on TV)

I love to think of royalty as Disney portrays them, singing and smiling with birds fluttering about.  I don't like to think of them as snooty and bound by antiquaited rules that separate them from the very people they are to represent.  She is the Queen because of nothing she has done, but because of the luck of her birth.

SHE IS NOT GOD!

                'Nuff Said.          

Yes, I do have my southern panties

in a bit of a bunch!!

.

Baby's got her blue jeans on

The next time we look into our closet

and choose our favorite pair

of jeans to wear,

perhaps we'd do well to remember

this fiesty young woman

who dared to buck society norms
in the 1800's
by designing these bloomers,
then shortening her skirt
and allowing them
to peak from beneath her hemline.

It was scandalous!

and we are "beholdin' that

she stuck with it . . .

Amelia J. Bloomer,

Women's Rights Activist and Reformer.
1818 -1894
Her work lead to dress reformation for women
which is the forerunner for women's
clothing as we know it today.

At my doorstep

Look!

Do you see it?

The box at my doorstep.

Did I order something?

No.
What could it be?

I could hardly stand the anticipation

as I tore into that bad boy.

See the card on top?

It obviously reminded someone of me.

Check out the CROWN!!

LOL!!!

My birthday is in August -

I.Am.Most.Definitely.Surprised.

by my Georgia Peach of a Girl Friend.

The PERFECT gift
for me!

Soooooo, I did the right thing;

I quickly mixed up a Margarita

to christen my new glass.

Nooooo.

I brewed myself a nice

glass of

"Sweet Tea".

"Cheers!"
Unexpected Pleasures are
the sweetest of treats!

Sports Illustrated Wannabe

Wonder if this will make

the cover of Sports Illustrated?

ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes. . .

Bikini,

circa 1964

Bikini,

circa 2011

"ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes . . ."

Stellar "Keller"

I homeschool Princess,

our 16 yr. old daughter.

One of today's assignments

was to write a poem

about the life of

Helen Keller.

(Yes.  I knew this would be difficult.)

Imagine my surprise when

in no time at all

she turned in

the following poem . . .

Helen Keller was born just fine,
Until sickness came and made her blind.

Then more news to make you shed a tear,
The Keller’s baby girl could not hear.

She struggled to learn day and night,
Until Annie came to lead her right.

She was a misfit, and often disobeyed,
But Annie’s discipline came and stayed.

She was educated and became very smart,
And earned her degree as a bachelor in art.

She was disabled, yet she never slowed down,
She could feel your expression, smile or frown.

She learn to do, the same as you and I,
And never complained about her “unworking” eyes.

She fought for politics, and women’s rights,
Never letting a setback control her life.

She died alone in her dark, quiet world,
The story of a deaf, blind girl.

Who knew?

It's none of my business so I had to ask. . .

I read an interesting article in a magazine

which asked the question,

"How do YOU snap out of a bad mood?"

What works for you?

It's not easy bein' Green

First year for my "Knock-Out" Roses.

Don't let the pretty purple color fool you,

these smell like body odor.

BAD body odor.

I enjoy them from a distance.

Who doesn't love a hot pink Geranium?!

I think Porky Pig's wife was "Petunia".

My husband thinks these are gorgeous.

I'd like em' better if they had a

a pretty flower on the top.

I've always loved tiny Rose Moss.
Do you see the tiny Leprechaun hiding
in the greenery?

Wonder if these will grow back
next year?

"Boudxy",
my Garden Assistant.
(This guy is not lacking a high-fiber diet
as he will actually eat mulch
then poop sticks.  Ouch!)

What's growing in your Garden
this year?

"How can it be wrong. . .?"

Today's Food Diary

Breakfast:  Diet Green Tea
                    Apple Breakfast Bar
Emotion:     OK

Lunch:     Small Cheese Slice
                 3 Ritz Crackers
Emotion:  Rushed

Dinner:    Cup of Soup
                 Half Tuna Sandwich|
                *One mega-honkin' LARGE Macadamia Nut Cookie*
Emotion:  FAN-TAS-TIC!

"Why does it feel so darn good
to be BAD?". . .

which reminds me of the song,
"How Can It Be Wrong
When It Feels So Right?"which reminds me of the song
"I like it.  I love it.
I want some more of it."Diet anthem anyone?