I didn’t used to have to poke my finger every morning to test my blood.
When did I start having to make noises while getting up from a chair?
For the life of me I can’t remember why I came in this room.
I don’t remember my knees hurting before as I walked up the stairs.
Hugs didn’t used to hurt – but with fibromyalgia, they really do.
Acne and wrinkles at the same time… now that’s just unfair!
There are more silver threads among the gold these days.
The weight I’ve gained these past few years just doesn’t want to go away.
When [my old films are on TV]… I slide slowly under the table in embarrassment. I cringe at having these huge heads of hair, big sideburns, and wearing some terrible bell-bottom pants. – Clint Eastwood
Mr. Eastwood – be proud of your accomplishments. Your movies have entertained us for decades and we all have photos we’d rather not display. For most of us, the hairstyles of the late ’70’s and early ’80’s are not cool by today’s standards, but hey – back then all the girls wanted to look like Farrah and the guys – um… well, I’m not sure what they wanted [I mean hairstyle… lol] but those were good days – and your movies are timeless.
Back in the day, certain shirts, jeans, jackets – made me feel so cool and turned the darkest of days into great days! There was a local clothing store called CRICKET ALLEY and when I close my eyes I can still see the shop and smell the incense burning!
I bought the coolest satin jacket there – it was a beautiful shade of blue with white trim. I wore that thing everywhere – with a white tee and bell bottom jeans. A lot of kids could wear the really big bell bottoms – but I was so short – I would have looked like some sort of freaky flying saucer if I wore them.
We wore patches on our jeans – my jeans were always brand new and never had holes in them – but I sewed patches on them – LOL. I remember one of the patches my mom got for me – it had Smokey the Bear on it – and my poor mom misread one of the words.
It’s funny because my mom never swore – I mean if she said doggone it – you knew she meant business. When she got the patch home and let my dad read it – he said there’s no way it was going on my jeans. Mom was confused until dad pointed out the word that she was mistaking for another word.
By today’s standards, it’s not a big deal at all – but back then – it really was.
Smokey the Bear was saying…
HELL, DON’T FOLLOW ME, I’M LOST TOO!
My poor mom thought it said WELL.
LOL – she spent a few hours working on that patch – making the H into a W. It’s a funny memory – my mom, the sewing machine, the patch and a lot of red thread.
I got to wear it – for a good long while. It was on the back pocket of my favorite pair of jeans.
We also put patches on Army jackets – we had an Army Surplus store in our city where we’d go get the jackets – we wore them over tee shirts with jeans.
It was a simple time. I don’t apologize or cringe with embarrassment because I was in great health then, I didn’t make weird noises like I do now. I had blonde hair – natural blonde – untreated hair and lots of it. I could hug without hurting and even though we had issues in the government like Watergate – it still seemed like a better time.
At least there were consequences for actions in Washington back then. There are not even attempts to prosecute crimes in the government now. There’s a scandal almost every day – and while that gives some news organizations a lot to talk about, there are no punishments for wrongdoing – and I’m scratching my head wondering why? Isn’t anyone else scratching their head wondering why???
I miss the days when right was right and wrong – was punished. 🙂