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Cheryl 11/27/2018 10:10:05 AM |
Hi Karen, I just finished reading this thread and it made me smile when you wrote about looking up one day and realizing you were no longer the "young one" :-) I still remember when that happened to me. I was at work and a very young woman, probably around 20 years old, called me ma'am. I asked her something and she said, "Yes ma'am". I was astonished! Then I had to face the harsh reality that I had become old enough to be called ma'am by a 20 year old :-) You writing about going from being the "young one" to the "experienced one" to the "OLD ONE" is so funny. You might have felt like geriatric Barbie wearing that glamorous Dolly wig and swinging your hair around, but I can tell that you are very young at heart. That is a wonderful thing that age can't change. Thank you for this humorous thread. Cheryl | ||||||
Karen 11/18/2018 9:01:07 AM |
Hello Everyone, Here is a story with a good ending...things weren’t as bad as I thought! This morning, I got in my car to drive to work. It was a usual morning...except for one thing...today (Friday) is the day that precedes a one week holiday for Thanksgiving. It’s been a long stretch of work without a break, and I have added massive house renovations to the mix during this time as well. Suffice it to say, I’m lucky to get out the door and make it through the day without embarrassing the family by saying or doing something regrettable. So...this morning...the last day before a long awaited break, was the pinnacle of my being at risk of faulty reasoning and / or poor judgement. And I didn’t fail to meet the criteria for either possibility. I drive thirty five miles each way to work into the sun...east to work, and west toward home. That means lots of heavenly sunlight in my car depending on the time of year. Since daylight savings time went away a couple of weeks ago, I’m now enjoying sunshine on the way to work in the mornings. This morning, I was just driving along as usual listening to an audible book (The Poisonwood Bible...it’s a good one if you haven’t already read it) and happened to notice multiple little white fibers floating in the air and reflecting in the sunlight. I immediately went into panic mode...oh no!!!!! What is this???? The dreaded fibers!!!!! Why is this happening at this stage of the game???? I’d actually started crying...and my mind went into all kinds of places that included doom and gloom. Then I paused to think for a minute (a really hard thing for me to do when I get like this). What had I done right before noticing these floating white fibers? Then I realized what had happened...I’d popped up a Kleenex just a short time before noticing the floating fibers. Sometimes good things happen. Of course, sometimes I "make" bad things happen...like the scary floating things in my car...but stopping to think about it long enough made me realize I had nothing to worry about...which was the good thing. Whew! That’s such a relief because it’s my job to worry about everything! One less worry thing on my list makes the upcoming days off look even sweeter. So...lesson learned...don’t borrow trouble. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. Love, Karen | ||||||
Chrissie 8/27/2018 8:23:30 AM |
Karen, Talking of laughter, I need to wear my glasses but I don't always and my mobile screen is small. Therefore, when you sent in that wee funny picture of you in the Dolly wig I couldn't make out if it was your real hair or not at first ha ha!! My brain was puzzled, as I thought, 'that can't be Karen, that's not how I pictured her!!' Well, of course it wasn't you!! It was the Dolly wig, though when I put on my glasses I did see your skin does look nice and you have a nice face. Contrary to what you have said my friend.. You do NOT look old at all!!!! Well it must be all the giggles and your sense of humor keeping you young :-). (alongside the keto diet, protocol, good friendships and binge watching Netflix in times of stress :-)). Keep on keeping on, Chrissie | ||||||
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