I'm sure you can tell by the facial hair on these three people that there aren't children in this picture. I hope you can see from the bubbles that Mel and Rich and I were having fun like children when Lissa took the shot. I'm here to remind you, once again, to take time to have fun and play no matter your age or circumstances. Laughter relieves stress. I particularly love laughing at myself, but today I'd love to laugh along with you. Labels: blowing bubbles, Childhood memories, girls having fun, Playing, relaxing
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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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My dad had already gone on, getting our new home ready for my mother and I when we arrived. Back at our old home which was up for sale, my brother who was home for the summer from college and I were given strict instructions not to "mess up the place," that a prospective buyer was looking at the house the next day. With those instructions, mama went off to a ladies' farewell dinner in her honor at church. We decided we might as well get the dishes done (there were no dishwashers in those days unless you were VERY rich); my brother washed and I dried. But we got to playing around and soon were chasing each other in and out of the house and around the neighborhood, soap suds in hand. Up the back steps, pounding across the livingroom floor, down the front steps. Round and round we went until we were screeching and the neighbors were chuckling as we raced by. Finally, nearly worn out, my brother raced into the bathroom with me on his heels. Just as he shut the door, I gave a final spurt of energy...and promptly went THROUGH the door! The stillness and silence were enormous. We spent the next hour making the kitchen spotless and arguing over who was going to tell mama. We both did...and then I don't remember what happened next. I don't think I want to.
That's painful, Cheryl!
Impulsivity isn't a problem for me. I'm more likely to think something to death--which comes with it's own set of problems!
Colleen on the other hand . . . I'm remembering a certain morphine button . . .
Ruthie, that's hilarious! I wonder if your brother can remember what happened next. Your poor mother!
Yes, Colleen can count on her friends to remind her of a morphine button at Diann's bedside, and how everyone keeps all buttons away from Colleen these days. But then there are times lately I wish Colleen was here with a morphine button, ready to go.
I try not to be impulsive ! cause it gets me in to hotwater to much!
as for the morphine button.
are good for a fix! and ya can get hooked on them! (FYI)
* for those who don't know me I have a weird sense of humor.
LOL, Jel. All I know about morphine is that it's good for heart attacks, and it really helps with pain after surgery. Would NOT want to get hooked on it.
I know they help after surgery.
I had one of them buttons, and I pushed the button every chance i got!
while I got ya here, check out my jelspeak blog, found something you and Colleen might like too try.
I have so many moments of humiliation it's painful to recall them. And I tend to border on shy, so that makes it even more so. I'm hoping to grow into a person who can laugh at herself, and her goofs, more often - but God's not finished with me yet. :-)
I will share one fun thing that we still talk about.
Once, when my boys were teen/pre-teen, we were out driving late at night, and it was rainy and very cloudy - those low-hanging clouds that sit just above the rooftops. We noticed these odd lights shining in the clouds - they were in a circle pattern, and they kept moving around, hovering all over the shopping area near where we were. So we decided to "chase them" and find out what they were. The boys were convinced it was a UFO, and for awhile as we drove, I wasn't convinced that it wasn't one! It finally quit moving around so much, and we were able to stay in one place long enough to study it. We sat in an empty parking lot, trying to take pictures - and making up all sorts of stories about how the aliens were going to capture the people in the bowling alley across the street. We finally discovered that the lights were coming FROM the bowling alley/game center - they were massive, fancy-model spotlights (with patterns, designs, colors, etc) meant to draw attention from all over Atlanta.
The boys still tease about us chasing UFOs. :-)
My first day of school as a freshman in high school (back in the days before "middle school") I proudly dressed in a broomstick skirt my mother had made in black calico, and a black, red and white plaid blouse.
Yeah, you know what's coming, right? "Don't you know that you're never supposed to were plaid with print?" and other equally humiliating comments.
I couldn't wait for that day to end and I never wore either the skirt or blouse again . . . ever. Not even properly matched. My first lesson in fashion sense. Then again, I was only 13. Who knew?
a couple of friends and i had gone to the laundromat with my mom (this happened a few years ago), and she sent us to the little store next door to buy her and us some junk food(best part about going to the laundromat lol). so we were on our way out when ana ( one of the trio) decided to race and try to get out through the automatic doors. Gaby and i stopped dead in our tracks and watched in embarrasment as ana stood before one of the doors smiling at us in triumph at her victory and never noticing that she stood infront of a window and not the door.
Jel, I do love those bars, or some like them I get at my local health food store. Especially the sesame!
Oh, Tracy, that's hilarious! We had those in California when I was growing up and never saw them back here in Missouri. If someone were to see them for the first time, I can imagine what they might think!
Peggy, I had an outfit in my teens that was intentionally made with print and stripes, and the colors matched, so it worked. Those fashion snobs just didn't realize you had beat them to a new craze.
Ruby, that's hilarious. One night my friends and I were running to get out of the rain into our favorite coffee shop. The rain made everything reflect so badly that I ran straight into the plate glass window, drawing attention of everyone there. We didn't stay long. I used to think public humiliation was worse when I was younger, but I'm not so sure now.
Well, you gals know how to have a good time. Sitting here thinking of all my humiliating moments. ROFL
I remember once I was talking to my friends on the way to the restroom. As I continued walking backwards and talking I walked right into ... the men's room. LOL Thankfully unoccupied at the moment.
Tracy, I was also painfully shy as a youth and am still shy in crowds, mostly because I am deaf in one ear and rarely hear everything going on around me. My children laugh because my mother - who is mostly deaf - and I talk to one another and miss half of what we each say so our responses don't always make sense. I also constantly hear from my family "I just said that." which is a *red face* moment too. :-)
Sandie, I have a good friend who used to go hiking with me when we were younger. We hiked the Grand Canyon together a few times. She was so deaf that even hearing aids didn't help much, so I always made sure she was to my right so she could hear me. Even then, her most common refrain was "WHAT! SPEAK UP!" She taught Sunday School, and one day she had one of the members pray. When she thought they were done, she started in on the lesson. Unfortunately, the prayer wasn't finished. She still gets teased about that a lot.
Oh poor thing. How embarrassing. I've been told a conventional hearing aid would not help me. They did offer to drill a hole in my head for this other kind of aid. I opted out of that one at this time.
Having a hole drilled is a scary thought. I don't know what I'd do about that. On the one hand, having my hearing would be very important to me. On the other hand, I don't like surgery. Still, if there's a chance for later...something to definitely think about. Since my friend doesn't remember ever hearing--she had scarlet fever at two years old--I think she's just never known different and it doesn't bother her that much. She hates it when people call her a sweet little old lady. I have assured her that she may be little and she may be old, but she's never been sweet and she's definitely no lady. She loves that.
This is what they showed me. Maybe it would help your friend? http://www.umm.edu/otolaryngology/baha.htm
I could hear in my left ear when wearing their sample but it was a different sound, would take some getting used to.
Sandie, thanks for sending that. My guess is that she has so many other things going on right now--she's caretaker for her husband, who is not doing well--she wouldn't be able to even think about it. But you might. Are you considering it?
No, I'm not considering it at this time. Maybe by the time I get to the point it would be needed they will have something less invasive.
You sound like me, Sandie. I'd be the same way.
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