If you were offered free cosmetic surgery by the best plastic surgeons in the world, would you take it?
Probably not. I would like to clean up the areas around my chin and neck that have started to droop. But I suspect I would have to find a way to get to the surgeon as I would doubt that he/she would come to me. Right now I am not willing to travel for a little lift. Right now it would be a vanity thing. I’m okay without cosmetic surgery.
What’s your favorite item to cook?
Don’t enjoy cooking at all. I enjoy eating. I am great at making peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches
Going to the mailbox lately has NOT been worth the trip as I had mentioned in an earlier post. The other day we received three pieces of mail addressed to Richard and one to “Current Resident” – that right there tells me it is probably not worth my time. I would have just trashed it based on that, but handed it to Richard along with the other garbage (like his last opportunity to switch insurance or purchase a burial plot or apply for credit or something like that) and put the bill aside as I’ll need to pay it.
As I sat down to start the survey
Jaime came into the room and I asked her if she would like to do the survey
instead. She said she would – which was
good as the selection of candidates that CDC was searching for would preferable
fall into the ages of 18-24. Jaime just
happens to be 18.
The survey advised that the surveyor
find a private moment and place to do the survey – to be answered honestly
without the eyes of prying parents I guess.
Only in Jaime’s case she wasn’t going to take the time to fill it out on
her own (they promised only 20 questions – or did it say 20 minutes?) as she
doesn’t like to read but will willingly answer the questions if someone will
read them to her. Thus she did not do
this privately as recommended but I knew her answers were truthful.
The questions for this particular
survey had to do with drugs – mostly e-cigs and vaping and other tobacco products
but also bigotry and bullying – which Jaime doesn’t even recognize for herself
but is aware of it as used against others.
For taking the survey she has been promised to receive not 10 but 20
dollars! Just for answering a few
a fair amount of questions. Cool.
Moral of the story: Do not throw
anything away from CDC Foundation. Take
a peek at what is inside. Perhaps that
might apply to other “junk” mail as well.
Who your first boyfriend? What was he like?
I don’t know if I would categorize him as my
first boyfriend, but he was my first kiss.
Not that I have many followers left who would even know him, I will still
use an alias. So Bradley Chase was not
his real name. I think I had a crush on
him during my sophomore year but had not gone out with him until my junior
year. I don’t even
remember why I was in the car with him or why we were out in Draper parked not
too far from the prison, but he decided he would kiss me. I don’t even remember if he had asked my
permission or not. But I wanted to kiss
him. At least I thought I did. It was a French kiss and I thought it was
gross.
After we had both graduated high school
and I was working with my dad downtown. Brad
said he had been looking for a job and I knew of some openings with the
company my dad and I were working for. Sometimes he would catch rides
with us, but Bradley was definitely NOT an on-time person and that annoyed me to
no end. Going out to dinner was no big
deal if we had gone at 6:00 or 8:00 – but tickets for a performance have a
certain time. I started lying to him
about what time a performance would start – giving him a two hour leeway. Seriously.
I realized he was not worth deception on my part. I lost interest in him over time.
He
once asked me if I knew a girl he had worked with previously. Her name is Teresa (actual name). I don’t believe we had much in common, but
sent him reeling after her as I thought I could do better. He ended up marrying Teresa. I hope that they are still happily married. I don't see either one of them on Social Media - although she had created an account. It doesn't appear that she has been on since 2017.
Lately our daily treck out to the mailbox has been a waste of time. I thought it might be beneficial to have a trash can out there. That way we could remove contents from mailbox and dump immediately. Yesterday’s experience was a rather pleasant one. There was only one piece but I can honestly say I was more excited about the envelope that lay within than I have about any contents this year – perhaps in our entire lives while living in this particular house.
At first I thought it was a return of
one of Richard’s cards, but
when I examined the address I realized that it was an envelope I had mailed to
Tony’s family after
they had returned from their visit back in June. A sock had been left behind and since I was
sending it back, I had included a SASE and am so ecstatic for the reply.
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| the stamp was never cancelled so we don't even know when it was sent |
Have you ever thrown unread magazines away?
As I age, I find I like reading off a
touch screen in which I can control the size of the font. I have thrown away unread magazines (though not church magazines but AARP) and feel
bad that it hasn’t been
read. But I’m just not
focused enough.
What’s the story behind a time when you got locked out?
I have come up with more situations than
I care to admit. The first one I thought
about on Friday when Carolyn announced that she’d be ending the class ten minutes
early as the lifeguards have a meeting at 10:00 and would like to start on time
without having to wait for stragglers. When class was over, I strongly
suggested that Richard get out as it seems to take him longer to dress.
Carolyn announced to the group that they
were welcome to stay for five minutes before taking off. She started heading to the deep end while the
majority of the class headed towards the stairs at the shallow end and climbed
out. I then shared my first story with
her.
Story
#1
I don’t know how many years ago it was, but
my first “locked out” story is not
really about getting locked out but rather getting “locked in”. Normally I don’t change back into my clothes until after I return home, but there are occasions
when I change at the pool. Apparently I
had taken that opportunity one Friday just before the lifeguards had their
meeting. Or else I was just taking a
longer time in the bathroom or something.
Regardless I had gone to the front door to exit the facility, only the
door was locked. I had to go back
through the dressing room and knock on the window in the room where the lifeguards
met and interrupt their meeting.
Story
#2
When Jaime was a baby I had gone to the
store with her. I don’t know if I
loaded her or the groceries first – I’m thinking her. I had evidently laid my keys in her car seat
or had given them to her to play with.
Somehow I had locked her in the car.
I had my cell phone but not my keys.
I called Richard frantic as my child was inside a locked car – though the
windows had been rolled down a crack because I do remember a set of people
trying to help me with unlocking the door but just weren’t able to
reach the lock.
I would peek in Jaime’s direction
and smile at her. I didn’t want her to
sense how frantic I was. She thought I
was playing a game with her and smiled back.
I’m sure it felt
longer than it really was. Jaime was
fine but I was in panic mode. By the
time Richard showed up (with the entire troop no less) I was crying. We set the car seat aside scrimping to find
the keys. It wasn’t until after
one of her sisters physically removed Jaime from the car seat that keys were
discovered.
I do have more examples of locking
myself out of the house. But for the time being we will just stick with two
that I have provided.
