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Because you never know, it might be fun.
I’m stealing a prompt from our local library this week.
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I’ll start.
Neo – The Early Years.
(That’s a Keanu Reeves-Matrix reference for those of you who are confused)
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Mom Said Don’t Eat The Brown Ones.
Always good advice.
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One Pill Makes You Larger, And One Pill Makes You Small.
Not that I would know anything about that.
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Your turn.
Give me an incorrect title.
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Because I said so, that’s why.
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Although my opening line probably resonates with a lot of people, my mother never said that.
To be honest I can’t remember anything she said from my childhood that annoyed me… but in later years, whenever I forgot something I wanted to tell her? She would say, “It must not have been very important.”
To which I always wanted to reply, “Oh yes, now I remember. Your house is on fire .”
How about you…
What did your mother say that drove you nuts?
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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…
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That’s easy.
If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.
Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”
There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.
How about you?
What should we say after you’re gone….
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It’s Friday.
I think you have to.
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I excel at very few things in life, so when it comes to games.. I stack the deck.
I like to play what I win.
And there are three games at which I am virtually unbeatable.
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Scrabble.
We have one these fancy spinning boards in the man cave/Barn Mahal and on rainy days I love nothing more than mixing a drink and beating the pants off my spouse.
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Trivial Pursuit.
I am a font of useless knowledge and have loved this game since its inception way back in the dark ages of 1981. My husband has yet to beat me (at the original or any of the additional card sets) which makes me love it even more.
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Gin Rummy.
Seven cards, down and dirty. None of that ten card easy matching shite. My mother was a shark and taught me how to play with no mercy when I was a child. My husband, who loves to play Cribbage and Pinochle… quakes when I break out a deck.
How about you?
What’s your go to rainy day game…
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The first thing that you see is what you’re having for dinner.
Go!
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I’m having cookies.
Which isn’t a bad idea really.
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Because everyone loves a game.
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I have two early memories and I’m not sure which one came first or how old I was.
1. Wearing a Halloween costume that I loved. It was a frog, a one piece green jumpsuit thing with froggie feet that I apparently saw no reason to take off. My memory is hiding from my mother under a table thwarting her attempt to make me change.
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2. Nap time at some kind of nursery/play school. Everyone had to bring a blanket or quilt or something to sleep on and my mother being my mother bought me a fabulously soft and thick mini rug shaped like Humpty Dumpty. It was the envy of all the other kids and some of the bratty little bastards tried to steal it. I cried, the brats had to sit in the corner and the teacher made my mother switch it for something more mundane.
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Now you.
What’s your earliest memory?
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With overcast skies and rain in the forecast my husband and I headed to the Barn Mahal for an afternoon of entertainment.
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Stepping on the porch, I realized we had a squatter.
Do you see it?
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In the upper corner to the right of the door.
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Someone has built a nest.
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After beating my husband at two games of Scrabble, we switched to pool… where my husband is guaranteed to win.
I like to play but I’m not very good. Can’t bank to save my life, but I won four out of ten so at least it wasn’t a rout.
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How long did we play?
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Long enough to require a keg change.
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Because it’s fun, that’s why.
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I’d be happier with changing one hundred things instead of just one at this point in my life.
Chubby thighs. Menopausal belly. Eyes that need reading glasses. A blown knee. They all drive me crazy, but if I only get to pick one…
I want my young feet back. Not these 60 year old hooves that ache with literally every step due to bunion damage. Finding comfortable shoes is a complete horror show if I don’t want to your wear grandmas orthotics… which I don’t. I may be 60, but I’m a rather young 60 and still care about style. Even if it’s only sneakers and boots.
I long for the feet of my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s when I could wear whatever I wanted.. pain free. Things started going south in my 50’s, but now that I’ve turned 60 I look down at my crooked toes and cringe.
Feet.
I want young feet.
How about you?
What body part do you want to change.
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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.
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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.
Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.
A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.
Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.
How about you?
What can’t you do without..
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It won’t take long.
And you are already here.
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I think it was 1976…
Kean College, New Jersey.
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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.
Bruce… and The E Street Band.
The Born To Run tour.
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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.
It was epic to a 13 year old.
And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….
It doesn’t get better than that.
How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…
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