Excuse me Ma'am

For those of you who don't know I have been suffering from a debilitating disease, to which I am told I will not survive. Fortuna dies natalis is the Latin term. But you may know it as "birthdays". I have been affected by them for many years. As a matter of fact my last attack was last Wednesday, I turned 25! At least that's what I told people anyway. I used to tell people I was 19 and they would say "Really?" I stopped telling that when they started saying "Really?!#@@%" followed by very loud belly laughing! I actually turned 35. 35? I never thought that I would live to be this old. But I have, and I have been blessed.
Michael ask me last month if I was 500 years old. I said "no". Then he said "600? "Never did the thought occur to him that I might be LESS than 5 centuries old! Bryanna ask me if cars had wheels on them when I was young? To which I replied "no!" She just said OK. Sarcasm is really wasted on children.
A couple of years ago I noticed that the kids working the counters at fast food joints were calling me "Ma'am." Ma'am? Do I really look like a "Ma'am"? Whats up with that? That's the same thing as saying here's your food "old lady". Because it's never the nice polite "ma'am" it's more like "MA'AM!!!!!" like if you wouldn't come in here and order things I wouldn't have to work kinda 'MA'AM'. Hmmm, was I ever like that during my Hardee's years? Well I better not go there. Oh well!
I have been plying golf and I facebooking about how badly I have been playing. Well Thursday I was at a golf store which shall remain un-named. They had these golf balls that caught my eye. They were shinny and metallic. Now, I only play golf with pink balls. Pink golf bag, pink clubs, pink hats, pink balls. I like pink! Well right there in that plastic container, what do you think I saw? Yes, a very shinny, very metallic pink golf ball. I had to have it. So I ask the kid behind the counter " Are these good balls?" He said "Yes they are." So I did what any golfer in search of a good pink golf ball would do. I bought it. Then the kid said and I quote " You'll like these they are easier to see. A lot of 'old women' use these, MA'AM!
And so goes another birthday. But you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. I have a good life, a great family, and and even greater God who has given me this birthday affliction, to which I am wonderfully blessed to have. My hope is that we'll all be blessed with many, many more birthdays!

Whats the point!

For a while now I have been wanting to start a blog. So today I have. I haven't written since college English. My English teacher once told me that I wrote the most pointless stories that she has ever heard. But thats okay because one of the funniest people I have ever known couldn't read or write but he "TOLD" some of the most pointless stories I ever heard. My grandpa's stories were always funny. Pointless, but funny. He died 8 years ago from bone cancer. I knew he was going to die when he stopped telling stories. One day he just stopped.

I used to write. I wrote stories, poems, and in a diary. I wrote all kinds of silly pointless stories. I justed loved to write. I can't pin point when, but one day it just stopped. I'm not sure why. Maybe my pen ran outta ink, or I broke my number 2 pencil lead. I could have lost my loose leaf paper, or maybe somewhere I just lost me. I don't know why all I know is that I stopped doing what I loved. I would really like to get back into doing what I love. (And perhaps torture a few people along the way) So this is my feeble attempt to get back to what I love.

I'll just go ahead and tell those of you who don't know, my family is a bunch of kooks. Where we live, we call it 'Greens Acres', because something silly and cartoonish usually happens here. And Don, poor, poor Don, I seemed to have dragged him into my kookiness. He was normal when I married him. Poor Guy!

My blogs will probably be "Seinfeld" blogs. Blogs about nothing in particular- my family, kids, church, couponing or just my crazy life. If you are in my family, I consider you fair blogging game. Sorry Don!!