Saturday, November 15, 2008


My goose is cooked! The jig is up! I've reached the end of the line! Suffit! Say goodnight, Gracie!

I just read that no one should use more that 3 exclamation marks in their lifetime. I cannot write a blog entry without a few! And, what about my first favorite, the elipse... Am I limited on those also?

I tend to be dramatic... Maybe I learned that in order to be attended to, one had to make a STATEMENT! I gesture, too. Who would've guessed?! And, I usually screw my face up to emphasize my points...!!!

Is it wrong? In the past I would have attempted to dial it back a notch or two, but no more. As Popeye so wisely put it, "I yam what I yam." Take it or leave it. My goal is to do no harm, but I don't think that the personality will change substantially going forward.

Sunday, November 9, 2008


Father has a business strictly second-hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even things I'm wearing someone wore before
Its no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain't been used...

My younger sister was telling a story last night and said she bought her oldest granddaughter a "stick-out" slip. That's what we called crinolines when we were kids! All these miniature fairy princesses need appropriate underpinnings to complete the look, and who knew that stick-out slips would be back in style!

We were given hand-me-downs, including underwear, from my grandfather's half-sister, Annie. She cleaned house for a very well-to-do family in Peoria. All of our best stuff came from them. I am sure our paths crossed with these girls in high school, but they never knew that we were the recipients. Thick cotton panties [granny pants in today's lingo], warm, thick undershirts--very high quality stuff.

I was never threatened or embarrassed by hand-me-downs. Those were the best clothes we got until we were earning babysitting money and buying our own.