It may be because I took my shower late this morning and my eyes were fully open, but when I looked in the mirror the only part of my face that didn't have wrinkles was my nose. Now, I'm not talking about that line where my glasses have been sitting for the last 100 years, I'm talking about the main nose, you know, that part where air goes in and out. Mine looks the same as always, not pretty, large and fat, but it's not wrinkled.
Mother didn't have wrinkles on her face, at least not many, and they weren't deep, but then I've outlived her by seven years already. I don't remember Daddy having any wrinkles at all. Men don't seem to have that problem. If they do, it just adds character. Adds character to women too - just not the right kind.
Now Grandma had wrinkles - major wrinkles. You hear people say "She's got a road map on her face." Well Grandma had several road maps on hers. Believe me, she had plenty of character too, even being a Baptist preacher's wife. Holy macaroni, it appears I'm gonna look just like her - at least in the face. She was an even six feet tall and her top weight was one hundred five. If I stretched to six feet I wouldn't get down to a hundred five. However, my wrinkles aren't quiet as bad as hers - yet. 'Course, I've outlived her too.
Mother faithfully used Ponds Cold Cream every night, so, years ago I bought a big jar. Been usin' that Ponds Cold Cream every since. Still I'm gettin' those blasted wrinkles. Well, just last week a friend and I made a trip to Dillard's, because Estee Lauder was havin' a promotion where if you spent thirty five dollars you got a bunch of free stuff.
I bought Perfectionist -Wrinkle Lifting Serum, Corrector for Lines/Wrinkles/Age Spots.Think it cost somewhere around fifty to sixty bucks. Along with cleanser, lipstick, and eye shadow I received (free) Time Zone - Line and Wrinkle Reducing Cream SPF15. At home, I looked in a drawer and along with some Avon Dramatic Firming Cream, that my friend gave me, and my Ponds Cold Cream, I found several tubes and jars of Mary Kay Time Wise (age fighting stuff), some Estee Lauder Resilience (firming lotion I paid about eighty smackers for in Dallas years ago), some prescription lanolin they gave me in the hospital a couple of years ago because my face and lips were dry and cracking, and a tube of Equate Hemorrohoidal Cream that somebody said was good for wrinkles. You know, if I use all that slicky stuff at one time, my face might just slide right off my head.
But I bet I wouldn't have wrinkles on my nose.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Been to the Post Office Lately?
Went to the Post Office this afternoon. Got out of my car at 2:19, sat back down in it at 2:46. Twenty seven minutes to mail three small packages, two Priority mail and one First Class, no insurance, no nothing, "just mail them" I said.
When I got in line, two windows out of four were open, and the clerk at one was leaving. He went somewhere in back. Where? I don't know, maybe to take a nap. He just left his window.
There were five people besides me in line. A lady clerk took her time waiting on a customer at the other window. Three men and two women were before me. Three were on electric thing-a-ma-jigs, cell phones or such. I think two were texting and one man just kept looking at a little black object in his hand.
When I left the line was almost out the door, at least twelve to fifteen people. One elderly lady came in carrying on a conversation, and I do believe she and the one she was talking to were both deaf, and it was a l-o-n-g conversation. She was still talking when I left. At least one young parent was among the crowd, because a small kid kept running around yelling. No one seemed to claim him, but then I wouldn't have either. Don't know what the others were doing - I just glanced around and saw a lot of bored faces. I felt the same and I didn't want anyone I knew to see me.
Years ago the public was told that the U.S. Postal System was changing and would be run like a business. Well, have you ever seen the government run anything like a going business? The post office boss should be ashamed, because no business I have seen has been run like our postal service. Nor will it ever be and stay in business. But then, we support it - right?
Never saw the clerk that left the room again, but his glasses were on the counter. Years ago at Texas Tech, I had a professor that was always tardy, but his hat would be on his desk. He let the class know that if his hat was on his desk, he was there. So I guess the clerk was 'there'.
I wish I could have done like the students at Tech did and left my packages on the counter. The next time that class met, every student put a hat on his desk and left. But that didn't turn out too well either. Next time they came to class the professor told them that he had given their hats a test and they all flunked.
Sometimes there is just no way to win.
When I got in line, two windows out of four were open, and the clerk at one was leaving. He went somewhere in back. Where? I don't know, maybe to take a nap. He just left his window.
There were five people besides me in line. A lady clerk took her time waiting on a customer at the other window. Three men and two women were before me. Three were on electric thing-a-ma-jigs, cell phones or such. I think two were texting and one man just kept looking at a little black object in his hand.
When I left the line was almost out the door, at least twelve to fifteen people. One elderly lady came in carrying on a conversation, and I do believe she and the one she was talking to were both deaf, and it was a l-o-n-g conversation. She was still talking when I left. At least one young parent was among the crowd, because a small kid kept running around yelling. No one seemed to claim him, but then I wouldn't have either. Don't know what the others were doing - I just glanced around and saw a lot of bored faces. I felt the same and I didn't want anyone I knew to see me.
Years ago the public was told that the U.S. Postal System was changing and would be run like a business. Well, have you ever seen the government run anything like a going business? The post office boss should be ashamed, because no business I have seen has been run like our postal service. Nor will it ever be and stay in business. But then, we support it - right?
Never saw the clerk that left the room again, but his glasses were on the counter. Years ago at Texas Tech, I had a professor that was always tardy, but his hat would be on his desk. He let the class know that if his hat was on his desk, he was there. So I guess the clerk was 'there'.
I wish I could have done like the students at Tech did and left my packages on the counter. The next time that class met, every student put a hat on his desk and left. But that didn't turn out too well either. Next time they came to class the professor told them that he had given their hats a test and they all flunked.
Sometimes there is just no way to win.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I'm Gonna Quit Fussing About the Snow
Yep, I'm gonna stop fussin' about the snow as of today. At least for a little while. You know what they say about gripping because you are on crutches until you see a man who has no feet. Or somthing like that.
Today I was driving in my little BMW down Coulter, a major thoroughfare. The temperature outside was a cold twenty something. Inside, it was a cozy seventy four deg., I had my seat warmer on, and I was going to a doctor's appointment for a check-up.Traffic was slight because there is snow about six inches deep, up to drifts of two feet or more. Yes, I was complaining to myself about having to get out in the cold weather, when I saw a lady walking by the side of the street.
The lady had on what looked like a warm, full-length black coat. I couldn't tell how old she was from the rear, but she seemed to be stumbling, even though she picked her steps carefully. I, like everyone else, drove on by. But then I got to thinking. In this neighborhood, absolutely no one would be out walking unless their car had broken down, or they lived in the low-income apartments about two blocks down the street. She seemed to be headed toward the apartment complex, which is known to be home to some needing an inexpensive place to light temporarily, or for a few that are two cookies short of a full bag. Either of those two situations would be reason enough for me to help.
By the next corner I felt bad about passing and not offering the poor lady a ride, so, after two blocks, and four right turns, I put on my hazzard lights, pulled up beside her and stopped. Rolling down my front passenger window, I called "Can I give you a ride?" She just headed straight for my car and I could tell she was really anxious to get in.
She had snow on one side of her face, and coat as if she had fallen. Whe she sat down, she only said "I'm going right down there to those apartments. It's not far, just right down the street," and pointed. When she did, I noticed a shoe full of snow in her hand. "I lost my other shoe," she added. And then I saw her feet. The poor thing had on no shoes, no socks - nothing on her feet. They were a bright, blotchy red, and she was shivering.
At the apartment complex, she directed me to her door. I drove as close to it as I could. When she got out I watched as she walked in the snow, shaking while she opened her purse, got her keys, dropped them, picked them up from the snow, and opened her door.
I backed almost all the way out before I saw the sign - 'One Way. Too bad, I thought and kept backing until I was able to turn around and continue on my way to the doctor's office. My check-up turned out fine, but I can't seem to get the lady out of my mind. I hope and pray that she is okay. And I don't think I'll be complaining about the snow or being cold for some time.
Today I was driving in my little BMW down Coulter, a major thoroughfare. The temperature outside was a cold twenty something. Inside, it was a cozy seventy four deg., I had my seat warmer on, and I was going to a doctor's appointment for a check-up.Traffic was slight because there is snow about six inches deep, up to drifts of two feet or more. Yes, I was complaining to myself about having to get out in the cold weather, when I saw a lady walking by the side of the street.
The lady had on what looked like a warm, full-length black coat. I couldn't tell how old she was from the rear, but she seemed to be stumbling, even though she picked her steps carefully. I, like everyone else, drove on by. But then I got to thinking. In this neighborhood, absolutely no one would be out walking unless their car had broken down, or they lived in the low-income apartments about two blocks down the street. She seemed to be headed toward the apartment complex, which is known to be home to some needing an inexpensive place to light temporarily, or for a few that are two cookies short of a full bag. Either of those two situations would be reason enough for me to help.
By the next corner I felt bad about passing and not offering the poor lady a ride, so, after two blocks, and four right turns, I put on my hazzard lights, pulled up beside her and stopped. Rolling down my front passenger window, I called "Can I give you a ride?" She just headed straight for my car and I could tell she was really anxious to get in.
She had snow on one side of her face, and coat as if she had fallen. Whe she sat down, she only said "I'm going right down there to those apartments. It's not far, just right down the street," and pointed. When she did, I noticed a shoe full of snow in her hand. "I lost my other shoe," she added. And then I saw her feet. The poor thing had on no shoes, no socks - nothing on her feet. They were a bright, blotchy red, and she was shivering.
At the apartment complex, she directed me to her door. I drove as close to it as I could. When she got out I watched as she walked in the snow, shaking while she opened her purse, got her keys, dropped them, picked them up from the snow, and opened her door.
I backed almost all the way out before I saw the sign - 'One Way. Too bad, I thought and kept backing until I was able to turn around and continue on my way to the doctor's office. My check-up turned out fine, but I can't seem to get the lady out of my mind. I hope and pray that she is okay. And I don't think I'll be complaining about the snow or being cold for some time.
Friday, February 4, 2011
What If
Was sitting in the hot tub and got to thinking. Most of the world news is bad and the weather has been beyond bad all over, so, what if the earth could be having contractions, or the beginning of labor pains? Now, if the earth has labor pains, what does that mean? The Bible mentions 'end times' in several places so what if this could be the beginning of the end times? What does 'end times' mean?
Now I am no scholar, no scientist, not much of anything except an old woman, but, what if at the end of Mother Earth's labor pains she explodes, and in that explosion thousands of little bits and pieces scatter in all directions of our universe?
Some of these chunks, or whatever you want to call them, would get too close to the sun and burn up, some some might dissapear into a black hole, some would just fly off into space in whatever direction they started, but a few, say five, fifty, five hundred or so, might be large enough to cause new baby planets. What if some of these new planets were encased in atmosphere as we know it. And what if life might exist on them.
Okay, say you have four kids. One lives in San Fricisco, another lives in New York, the third is visiting in Paris, and the last one is on a mission trip in Africa, or South America. You are in Amarillo, Texas. Each of you happens to end up on a different newly formed planet, far away from the other family members. These new planets might be as large and a continent, country, or state.
What if people have survived and are on each of these planets. Naturally the strongest and smartest will take charge. They will form new governments. New classes of people can emerge. Therre might even be slaves. Using the natural resources of each new planet, and differente people that ended up on each of them, a "new" civilization would be formed.
For instance, those from the San Francisco area might grow grapes for wine, along with whatever else grows around there now. The ones from New York could grow grapes too, and the Paris pople definately would. I don't know what is grown in Africa and South America, but I do hope the Ruby Red Grapefruit would be prevalent for those of us Texas folks. As far as industry is concerned, I am going to leave that for those people on the new planets to figure out. But you get my drift.
What if after years, even centuries, future generations managed to travel from one planet to another and found that the DNA from their current population matched that of other planets? Hmm.
Well, I'm not a sicience fiction writer, but it any of you out there are, get in touch and I'll tell you the rest of the story. But remember I want my part from the sale of books, and especially the movie rights.
Now I am no scholar, no scientist, not much of anything except an old woman, but, what if at the end of Mother Earth's labor pains she explodes, and in that explosion thousands of little bits and pieces scatter in all directions of our universe?
Some of these chunks, or whatever you want to call them, would get too close to the sun and burn up, some some might dissapear into a black hole, some would just fly off into space in whatever direction they started, but a few, say five, fifty, five hundred or so, might be large enough to cause new baby planets. What if some of these new planets were encased in atmosphere as we know it. And what if life might exist on them.
Okay, say you have four kids. One lives in San Fricisco, another lives in New York, the third is visiting in Paris, and the last one is on a mission trip in Africa, or South America. You are in Amarillo, Texas. Each of you happens to end up on a different newly formed planet, far away from the other family members. These new planets might be as large and a continent, country, or state.
What if people have survived and are on each of these planets. Naturally the strongest and smartest will take charge. They will form new governments. New classes of people can emerge. Therre might even be slaves. Using the natural resources of each new planet, and differente people that ended up on each of them, a "new" civilization would be formed.
For instance, those from the San Francisco area might grow grapes for wine, along with whatever else grows around there now. The ones from New York could grow grapes too, and the Paris pople definately would. I don't know what is grown in Africa and South America, but I do hope the Ruby Red Grapefruit would be prevalent for those of us Texas folks. As far as industry is concerned, I am going to leave that for those people on the new planets to figure out. But you get my drift.
What if after years, even centuries, future generations managed to travel from one planet to another and found that the DNA from their current population matched that of other planets? Hmm.
Well, I'm not a sicience fiction writer, but it any of you out there are, get in touch and I'll tell you the rest of the story. But remember I want my part from the sale of books, and especially the movie rights.
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