I was wondering what do do with my Monday spot and came up with the idea to share a memory with you from my past, it could be the long past past or from yesterday, you just never know. I have wanted to write like a "real" blogger for some time. You know, the kind of blogger that tells you a little about themselves and their life, but I didn't want to loose myself in it and do just that either since I love finding coupons and deals to share with you all. I think this is a perfect balance and may let you see a little of who I am in the process.
I am going to start off the first of these recollections with something that happened less than two weeks ago, but made me feel older than Moses! I have two very dear friends who just happen to be 10 years younger and 10 years older than me in age, we all used to worke together and formed a friendship that we will all share until we are locked up in our separate nursing homes... I say separate because I don't think any staff on the planet could stand us together, we are quite a handful. Jen, myself and Deb are 40ish, 50ish and 60ish respectively, normally I wouldn't tell you my age but it's important to note since this made all three of us feel very, very old.
The day started off wonderfully, we grabbed an early lunch and spent a couple hours chatting and catching up; then, since it was so hot out we decided we would go to a local antiques mall that is air conditioned and is rather large, knowing it would take us a couple hours to cover. Indeed it did take awhile and with swollen ankles we finally checked out. I had found a small
vintage Anchor Hoching Avacodo Green Soreno Juice Pitcher with two juice size glasses and was thrilled to add it to my pitcher collection for only $6.00, Jen was wondering why this was so exciting to me so Deb and I explained that when you filled up at the gas station way back when you would get small things like the glasses during the week and you got the big stuff, like the pitcher on weekends, so it was kind of a big deal when you could complete sets of things. I have fond memories of driving down with my mom or dad to get the tank filled up so we could get the latest awesome do-dad. Getting gas also used to mean having the tire pressure checked, windows washed and fluid levels topped off as well, and you never left the comfort of your car. At this point Deb and I are really feeling our age; or at least a little more than usual, when all three of us hear the awed cry of discovery from a little girl behind us as she says.."Ohhhhhh Mommy, what's that?!?!". All three of us turned around just in time to see her pointing at a desktop rotary phone. Ugggg, we all hurried out as fast as we could shuffle at our advanced ages to go watch the new play that just came out....HAIR!
I hope you all have a fantastic week ahead.
~Michele~
Fade in, fade out, fade back in....(no really, I was waking up from surgery and was fading in and out) I was waking up slightly in a strange room with other people around me in steal sided beds, kind of like we all were in a Robin Cook novel, the lights turned low and people talking in hushed tones. I became aware that there was something attached to my index finger, it was heavy by my groggy calculations and really needed to come off. I lifted my hand and shook it vigorously which given my state was more like limp spaghetti dangling off a fork. One of the hushed voices saw what I was trying to do and quietly said "no no, you need that". I thought if it was that important I should see what it was, so I lifted my hand to my face to see. Turns out it was a little white box with a pretty red light on it and I had only one thought pop into my head; "E.T. phone home", and I must have thought it out loud because the hushed voice at the head of my bed burst out laughing and couldn't seem to stop. Since I adore the sound of laughter I must have drifted back to sleep because when I woke up next I was being wheeled out to recovery to sit with my husband, I still am not sure if I was deemed Okay to move to the next stage before going home or if I was kicked out for being disruptive.
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