I'm with you. Although in another 5 years we may be embarrassed together that we didn't jump on that wagon when it turns out that Facebook is the new e-mail. For now, that is a chance I am willing to take. I barely have time to check out this cool website. My mom always taught me "be interested - not interesting," and I'm going with that!
I know. I have similar issues with the time change. At least you get it, even if you can't keep track of it. I don't get it... seriously. Every Fall, I think "Now how does moving my clock back make it lighter in the morning?" I guess that is why I am a journalist and not a scientist ... "Is tuna fish or is tuna chicken?!" That's how "out there" I feel sometimes!
Warner, So sorry to hear about your mom, but from the reflections you share here, I can tell she must have been a special gal. Good luck as you move forward. As I recall, you have a sense of humor and strong sense of family that will serve you well. My warmest regards to your family, as well. Marcia McFarlane
Good. Finally someone else is going public with the fact that they eat desserts first! I do it sometimes and try to never feel guilty about that. It is therapeutic - after all, desserts spelled backwards is "stressed." It only makes sense!
This is great. I can relate 100%. Wonder if our moms are sisters and didn't realize it - offspring from some...well, I won't go there. But your childhood memories are frequently akin to mine, so it does make me wonder. I got a real kick out of reading this. My sister and I sewed all of our clothes when we were young girls, so we would always look forward to going to the fabric store and choosing something beautiful for our Easter dresses. Long after I quit needing a new frock for Sunday School, I continued to sew a new dress to wear on that day so that I could sit around home in a pretty dress, stuffing chocolate eggs into my "candy hole." Not something I am proud of! I think some junk food makers have convinced us that if something has a cute name, it must not be bad for us - Peeps, Tootsie, Jelly Belly, Jolly Rancher - I could on, but it makes me want candy. MM
Sorry about your loss. Despite your family's pain, you have given us another provocative piece. Let's say we all buy into this notion of all relationships forming as a result of a physical supply and demand kind of thing. Even if that is the case, I would like to think of the social capital gained by those relationships as a by-product, then, and a valuable by-product at that. There is no substitute for the words, or deeds or mannerisms of a lost loved one that live on in the words, and deeds and mannerisms of my children. There is no substitute for the value of a human spirit. Hope others agree. I loved your posting this time.
This is so funny but, in a way, not so funny because it is so true! I said "it is so true!" a positive spin on poor hearing: at least you can't hear what people are saying about you. One time in church as a young girl, my sister pointed to the young woman in front of us and whispered to me, "She is so pretty." The woman turned and sniped, "I sure am." After church, I said to my sister, "Wow, I think she thought you said 'prissy.'" "I did," my sister answered. Oops. Too bad that woman's hearing was so good.
Some good food for thought here. I am reminded of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire." As I see it, the world isn't really that much worse than in my parents' generation - war, political strife, skaky economy, promiscuity (relative to the time), etc., characterized their generation, too. Just think of what we ARE doing - liberating women around the globe, fighting and, in many cases, winning the battle against cancer. Charitable donations are at an all-time high. As for Barbie girls, I can only speak for the college-aged girls I know - I have two myself - but they seem a lot more "with it" than I was at that age. Sure they have more accessories than I had, but they are putting education/career before marriage, and they have served their community way more at this age than I had at 20. I guess at the end of the day, all we can do is ask "What have I done today to make a difference?" I predict this posting will generate some good dialogue!
You are so funny, yet have inspired me to drop my stubbornness and try spitting out the "s" word. Don't know if I can, though, as my throat is thickening just writing about it. I, too, saw Love Story in the 9th Grade. My girlfriend and I were giggling, while my friend's mother was sobbing her heart out. Guess I wasn't "there yet." I remember thinking, "See, Ali McGraw hasn't had braces either and she is famous." Marcia Mc
mm56 (anonymous) says...
I'm with you. Although in another 5 years we may be embarrassed together that we didn't jump on that wagon when it turns out that Facebook is the new e-mail. For now, that is a chance I am willing to take. I barely have time to check out this cool website. My mom always taught me "be interested - not interesting," and I'm going with that!
On I like you, just please don’t ask me to be your Facebook friend
November 7, 2007 at 5:16 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
I know. I have similar issues with the time change. At least you get it, even if you can't keep track of it. I don't get it... seriously. Every Fall, I think "Now how does moving my clock back make it lighter in the morning?" I guess that is why I am a journalist and not a scientist ... "Is tuna fish or is tuna chicken?!" That's how "out there" I feel sometimes!
On Late time change transports boomer to ‘Twilight Zone’
November 7, 2007 at 5:11 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
Warner, So sorry to hear about your mom, but from the reflections you share here, I can tell she must have been a special gal. Good luck as you move forward. As I recall, you have a sense of humor and strong sense of family that will serve you well. My warmest regards to your family, as well. Marcia McFarlane
On 'Hey, Mom, cook that junk we really like.'
September 5, 2007 at 7:50 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
Good. Finally someone else is going public with the fact that they eat desserts first! I do it sometimes and try to never feel guilty about that. It is therapeutic - after all, desserts spelled backwards is "stressed." It only makes sense!
On Eat dessert first
April 13, 2007 at 2:23 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
You're seriously so funny. And now, though, I'm scared!
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April 13, 2007 at 2:17 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
This is great. I can relate 100%. Wonder if our moms are sisters and didn't realize it - offspring from some...well, I won't go there. But your childhood memories are frequently akin to mine, so it does make me wonder. I got a real kick out of reading this. My sister and I sewed all of our clothes when we were young girls, so we would always look forward to going to the fabric store and choosing something beautiful for our Easter dresses. Long after I quit needing a new frock for Sunday School, I continued to sew a new dress to wear on that day so that I could sit around home in a pretty dress, stuffing chocolate eggs into my "candy hole." Not something I am proud of! I think some junk food makers have convinced us that if something has a cute name, it must not be bad for us - Peeps, Tootsie, Jelly Belly, Jolly Rancher - I could on, but it makes me want candy. MM
On Sugar-loving kids wanted for brief, nostalgic re-creation of Easters past
April 13, 2007 at 2:10 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
Sorry about your loss. Despite your family's pain, you have given us another provocative piece. Let's say we all buy into this notion of all relationships forming as a result of a physical supply and demand kind of thing. Even if that is the case, I would like to think of the social capital gained by those relationships as a by-product, then, and a valuable by-product at that. There is no substitute for the words, or deeds or mannerisms of a lost loved one that live on in the words, and deeds and mannerisms of my children. There is no substitute for the value of a human spirit. Hope others agree. I loved your posting this time.
On Units of production
March 28, 2007 at 5:30 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
This is so funny but, in a way, not so funny because it is so true! I said "it is so true!" a positive spin on poor hearing: at least you can't hear what people are saying about you. One time in church as a young girl, my sister pointed to the young woman in front of us and whispered to me, "She is so pretty." The woman turned and sniped, "I sure am." After church, I said to my sister, "Wow, I think she thought you said 'prissy.'" "I did," my sister answered. Oops. Too bad that woman's hearing was so good.
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March 7, 2007 at 10:21 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
Some good food for thought here. I am reminded of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire." As I see it, the world isn't really that much worse than in my parents' generation - war, political strife, skaky economy, promiscuity (relative to the time), etc., characterized their generation, too. Just think of what we ARE doing - liberating women around the globe, fighting and, in many cases, winning the battle against cancer. Charitable donations are at an all-time high. As for Barbie girls, I can only speak for the college-aged girls I know - I have two myself - but they seem a lot more "with it" than I was at that age. Sure they have more accessories than I had, but they are putting education/career before marriage, and they have served their community way more at this age than I had at 20. I guess at the end of the day, all we can do is ask "What have I done today to make a difference?" I predict this posting will generate some good dialogue!
On Taking responsibility
March 7, 2007 at 10:11 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
mm56 (anonymous) says...
You are so funny, yet have inspired me to drop my stubbornness and try spitting out the "s" word. Don't know if I can, though, as my throat is thickening just writing about it. I, too, saw Love Story in the 9th Grade. My girlfriend and I were giggling, while my friend's mother was sobbing her heart out. Guess I wasn't "there yet." I remember thinking, "See, Ali McGraw hasn't had braces either and she is famous." Marcia Mc
On Love means always having to say sorry
February 13, 2007 at 11:57 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )