The thing that drives me crazy is when it’s time to go . . . someone always has a last minute chore to do. All I can think is “WHYYYYYYY?!?” Why do people wait until it’s time to walk out of the door to suddenly remember that they need a shower? Or that they have to replace the laces in their shoes. Twenty-four hours should be plenty of notice, right? They have twenty-three hours or so to take a shower and fix their shoes. Why do we wait until the last minute – every time?
I’m beginning to feel like the White Rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland.” Maybe our watches are two days slow also. It would explain so much.
Tell us one thing you learned about yourself this month.</p
I have learned that I can be challenging to live with. At the same time, I am very likeable, which makes it easier for people to be around me. I still hear Stuart Smalley’s daily affirmation in my head all of the time. “I’m good enough. I’m smart enough.
And doggone it, people like me.” It’s a funny skit but the affirmation is not without merit.
Not everyone likes me but I can manage without them like I have been doing for 30-something years.
Watching “Antiques Roadshow” never gets old for me. 😉 There are always interesting items from all over the United States. The antiques dealers are incredibly knowledgeable. They seem like they were born with an antique spoon in their mouth. I’m sure that the Internet helps with their research but the dealers have a deeper understanding of antiques and collectibles.
Who doesn’t love it when someone like Aunt Betty hits the antique jackpot? Aunt Betty has a clock that her father bought for $5. “Antiques Roadshow” tells her that the clock is currently worth $5000. Aunt Betty is so overjoyed that she almost faints. Everyone is happy for her.
The ending with the people that have brought in items that aren’t worth more than $10 is wonderful. They are always still so happy and grateful to be there. Someday I would like to go and be one of those people. “Antiques Roadshow” should be on the bucket list if it’s not already.
What’s the most scandalous thing you’ve ever done?
I don’t even know where to begin. There are so many things that people consider scandalous and I might have done them. Some of the things I did then aren’t as scandalous now, like I was pregnant before I was married. It wasn’t a big deal, except to my grandparents.
I have tattoos and a couple extra piercings. Who doesn’t these days?
There are a few things I did that I regret. I don’t know if any of them qualify as scandalous. Way back when I was skinny, I kissed a few dozen frogs that were definitely not princes. There was one boy that my friend liked. I should not have flirted so shamelessly but I did. It could have ended badly for our friendship. I give her the credit for being a better person. In the end, he wasn’t the one for either of us.
And that’s all I know about scandal in my life. Or at least all that I’m going to tell.
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
Now I struggle with this one sometimes;however, I do believe that it is important to not say spiteful things to others. There are moments when people need to hear the truth without it being sugarcoated, which is not nice. So the trick is to be nice without calling being mean, calling someone names or yelling. Once words are said, you can’t take them back. When I don’t think I can be civil to someone, it’s time to walk away. Of course, there have been times that I should have walked away faster. Much, much faster. Running would look too obvious I guess.
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How old were you when you started your first diary?
My first diary . . . I might have been about twelve or thirteen when I had my first diary. It seems like it was a cream colored journal with several flowers on the cover and a lock. Why are the locks on diaries so easy to open?
I stopped keeping a journal later in my teenage years. When I would re-read my entries, I was so embarrassed at how shallow my thoughts were. There were a lot of entries about what I was wearing or what Joni was wearing. Some were about how cute Chachi was.
The only entry that had any significance was the date that Nelson Mandela was freed from prison. Unfortunately, it was only one sentence long. What did I know about Mandela? I was so worried about Joni and Chachi and their wardrobe. Typical teenager.
When I was in college, I kept poetry journals. Personal but not so shallow. Currently, I keep blog journals, writing journals and poetry journals. There hasn’t been any mention of Joni or Chachi.
*Names have been changed to protect real idenities.*