Today was a day of hilarity for us and those that were at Pizza Finca!
Victoria is about 20 days from having her baby and Karen decided we should have lunch together before the big day. (It’s the 7/31 Club because we were all born on that day.) What could we do to make it funny? Decided we should go as pregnant women too! Enjoy the pictures and please note the real pregnant person, is the smallest! You just can’t take the fun out of the “older ladies”. Poor Victoria!!!! She assured us that Ema was going to call everyone when the baby arrives!
Here’s the conversation according to Karen…
Lunch conversation goes something like this….
Table for 3? No table for 6 (please).
Ah, waiting for 3 more ladies? No, why do you ask?
Well, there are 3 of you yes? No, there are 6 of us.
ME: Better make it a table for 7. I’m having twins!
VIC: Hurry I think I’m going to Earl!
NANCY: Earl who? I think I’m having a basketball!
ME: For lunch? And who is this Earl, Victoria?
VIC: I’m gonna be sick, like Earl right now!
NANCY: Suddenly I’m not so hungry, let’s go to the bar!
ME: Works for me, how ’bout you Victoria, you in?
VIC: I’m gonna go take a nap before I go back to work.
NANCY: There’s always one party-pooper in the crowd!
ME: Okay, I’ve got errands to run before I deliver these guys. See ya, same place, same time, next week for lunch gals?
Should we invite our husbands maybe……
THEM: Nah, then we’d need a bigger table…..
…when things get hot, I cool them off! Shooting my gun and blowing off the smoke from the caps!
That’s how Gunsmoke started out!
When I was a kid, I loved all the cowboy programs,Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Sky King, etc. I really wanted to be Annie Oakley when I grew up!
Since I very seldom sleep thru the night now , when I’m awake, I turn on WGN out of Chicago on my iPhone. Certain nights of the week they play old radio programs. One night this week was a Gunsmoke program. No, I did not go back to sleep, but I listened intently! I had the neatest gun and holster set, my bike was my horse, with a squirrel tail on the back fender. We had more fun playing cops and robbers or cops and Indians. I really think unless you live in a small town, you don’t get to play like we did!
Brought back fun times in good old Camden, Michigan. A small town where everyone knew everyone.
I was probably the boy, my Dad never had! A real tomboy.
He coached high school basketball and was the chemistry teacher. He took me to practices frequently! The gym was like the one in “Hoosiers”. I used to sit behind the team, and one time Dad benched a player for smoking. When the game started everyone started yelling “Boo Reynolds,” well, being the loud mouth that I was, I joined in too. No clue what that meant. He said when he turned around and saw me yelling with the crowd, that hurt worse than the crowd yelling.
He also coached Little League….I used to tag along to practices, hoping someone wouldn’t show up so I could fill in for that player. Great summers.
When you were around 12 years of age, you were “allowed” (allowed as in parental OK) to go to the cemetery and play Ghost in the Graveyard! So much fun!
At Halloween, we were able to go Trick or Treating by ourselves all over town. And from year to year, you would remember which houses gave out the best candy. One Halloween there were three adults that were dressed in long underwear, stuffing everywhere, and really creepy masks. No one could figure out who these people were. They were actually on the front page of the Hillsdale Daily News! Imagine my horror to find out one of the women was my mother!
We loved May Day. Am sure that’s not celebrated this way anymore. Making baskets and filling them with spring flowers and candy….hanging the baskets on door knobs of houses, ringing the doorbell, and running like crazy to hide. We never knew where the baskets came from.
Eggs were cheap! We used to buy them and mix them up with sand to make cakes! I can’t remember how many times we tried to dig to China in the sandbox. Never succeeded!
With the way the world is today, I feel badly for kids today because they sure don’t get to have experiences like this.
Sedona, 15 years old, had to be put down yesterday. Dr. Solano told us that she had had a long life for lab. He assured us that we had taken excellent care of her. Ours dogs are family and this is why it’s so hard.
I got Mark Sedona for Father’s Day many years ago….a few months after Dudley, our sheep dog, had passed away. She was one of a litter of 11! And the runt! Only she and brother were the blonde color and the brother was tall enough, and Sedona small enough, that she could actually walk under the brother. The other 9 puppies looked like Border collies and were black and white with long hair.
She was adopted from the Bowling Green/Warren County Animal Shelter. My friend Joanne Walton would go with me to visit her after I had picked her out. At that time, that particular shelter would ask for references, especially Vets, to make sure you’re a good dog parent.
Joanne had lots of experience with dogs and convinced us to get a crate. We had never done that before with our other dogs, but I was working then. Best thing we had ever done. Except, one day we both came home from work, and found a wall demolished! She had been scratching at the drywall most of the morning, apparently, bored! Lesson No. 1: don’t set a crate near a wall that can be reached by the dog.
We named her Sedona, because we love Sedona, AZ and it was a suggestion from Todd Ofenbeck, our son-in-law. And our dogs are so much a part of the family, that they have middle names! Sedona’s middle name was Joanne, named after my friend. She would crack up when I would call her Sedona Joanne and like all good mother’s used the middle name when she was in trouble.
Because she was the runt, silly me, figured she would be small! One of the vets said she might be 30-40 lbs. and another vet said “many times, the runt ends up being the largest” – well, she was large, 75 lbs.
She was a great dog, minded well, etc. She would even walk me to the bathroom in the middle of the night! (Like I didn’t know the way.)
The last 3 days, it had become apparent that something had to be done. Her hind legs were extremely weak and many times we would find her splayed on the floor. And she wouldn’t make a sound so we had to keep checking on her. We would help her up and she would gain a little energy and be able to walk again. It had gotten to the point that we were afraid to be gone from the house and come home and find her splayed on the floor.
When Dr. Solano was giving her the shot, I held her head and whispered to her that it was OK to go; and I was thinking, wouldn’t it be great if people had the choice to not live a productive life any more because of illness.
Hopefully, she has caught up with our other dogs, Whiskey, (yes, our first dog was named Whiskey!), Tramp, Dudley and Oliver at the Bridge and they are playing happily again.
This morning I came across this posting (below) on Facebook. Cindy and I were BFF’s before BFF’s ever meant anything.
I remember moving to Quincy, Michigan, High School, my sophomore year. Dreaded it, hated the thought of it, stood in the doorway of my bedroom and wouldn’t let the guys helping Dad move to Quincy in to move my stuff out.
There were only 3 freshman girls that year that made the varsity girls basketball team. I was one! I didn’t want to move because Quincy was phasing out girls basketball.
I remember when Cindy’s parents brought her and her sister Cathy to enroll in school. We sort of were the new girls! Trust me when you move at that age, the girls don’t like you because you’re competition! But the boys sure like you!
The above picture is of our gymnasium. At the time it was the most beautiful gym in the area. Quincy had just built a new school. Spent many hours in that gym, cheerleading practice, cheering at games, and of course the dreaded Physical Education class.
I remember one evening at dinner my dad asking me how P.E. was that day. I said we had to do this stupid thing….run, jump hurdles, run some more, climb a rope to the ceiling of the gym, run, jump more hurdles. He asked me how I did. I had no clue. Then he started laughing….that particular year our P.E. teacher was the football coach. He went to my Dad and told him I did it faster than any of the boys! Then he asked my dad why all he could produce were cheerleaders? (only girls in our family)
I was such a dedicated cheerleader! My youngest sister, Kelly, had the measles. Of course I caught them! But there was a game that night and I wanted to cheer. Remember, this was the time when cheerleaders wore heavy, bulky sweaters and skirts, altho’, we wore culottes. I knew by the time the bus got to Jonesville, I had a fever. Kept going into the bathroom to check for measle spots! Oh boy, did I ever have them! I figured I could get away with a red face, thank heavens the bulky sweater covered up my arms and stomach. When I got home from the ball game, I remember running into the living room, and yelled, “I have the measles!” Lifted up my shirt and both parents at the same time said “yep, you do” – I was so mad at Kelly! She’s almost 12 years younger than I am….so as she got the measles, the mumps, etc., I got them too. I remember one year missing semester exams because of measles, and the second semester exams because of mumps! Three day measles were so easy to catch…..I had them a lot. This is before the vaccinations. But when I was pregnant with Amy, the Dr. came in and said your blood work shows you don’t need to worry about measles. Told him I had them many times!
When I saw Cindy’s post, it sure brought back memories. We double dated a lot. I remember one time Mark and her husband, Brad (our boyfriends at the time), took us to the Marshall County fair. They wouldn’t ride any rides but Cindy and I sure did!
Yep, we both married high school sweethearts! And we are both still married to the same person!
We both had our first girls fairly close together too. I remember a picture taken of Amy and Holly sitting on Mark’s parent’s couch…..so many, many years ago!!! How can we be this old! It seems like just a few years ago!
Thanks for bringing back the wonderful memories!
Since my daughter was so kind to sign me up for this alumni group, I’ve been flipping through “old news”.
I came to QHS from CHS my Junior year, 1963-’64. I was not happy when my parents moved our family from Coldwater where my friends were, to what I considered “no man’s land”, a farm on Southern Rd. I was promised that if I gave it a chance for three weeks,and still thought my life had ended, they would pay the tuition (required back then) and I could return to and graduate from CHS. I remember vividly, Mom taking me to QHS to register. I will admit, my impression of the physical building was one of awe. It was “new” and beautiful. It still is beautiful! The first person we came across was, then custodian, Howard McConnell. For those of you who were lucky enough to know Howard, you will understand when I say he was a great guy, friendly, welcoming and kind. Who knows if by some intuition, the look of dread on my face or he’d “been there, done that before”, he recognized I was not happy, was on the verge of tears, and before directing us to the office, he said, “I have someone I want you to meet”. Howard introduced me to a young lady who had been in my shoes the year before. Her name was Nancy Reynolds, the daughter of then Principal Ron Reynolds. Needless to say, I got enrolled for classes, started school and when my parents asked me, after the first day if I wanted to return to CHS, my answer was “no”! I fell in love with my new friends, Nancy and I were BFF’s, although that expression did not exist then, but she’s the kind of friend that, though the miles have separated us most of our married lives, we could pick up where we left off, today! I met my husband at QHS. It was, and is, a great school, in a great community!
All this, because I read the “new” QHS fight song, which I had never heard of! I learned it, always sang it proudly, and it will remain in my heart as a precious memory. Kathi Nutt Waligora printed it for all to see, but left a small blank where she must have had a lapse of memory, as we all do at our ages. (she’s younger than me!)
…..and, men of old, as Giants, facing reliance, shouting defiance! Quincy! Rah! Rah!….
Be proud of your school! ❤️
We spent our first Christmas in Costa Rica in 2011. Going to the festivities in Atenas was a fun time for us. Loved the Christmas parade and told Mark that maybe we should go in the business of selling drum sticks!
What really surprised me was everyone was bundled up. Coats, jackets, scarfs, hats, and I thought the little babies were really over bundled! There we were the Gringos with short sleeves and shorts on! Thinking these people are crazy, it’s not even chilly.
Well, things have changed! This year, I had on a denim jacket! Guess my blood has thinned or something has happened. Mark was fine. But again, people were bundled in jackets, scarves, hats, etc.
I think I’ve become a Tica!
Felez Navidad to all.
Last Wednesday, the girls and I went Christmas shopping at City Mall in Alajuela. Jean Marie was going with Ana and Joana. Joana is in 6th grade, Nazareth is going into 5th grade. They hit it off right away.
I followed Jean Marie and she drove right on past the entrance of the mall that I usually use. Oops, #1. I tried calling her and she tried calling me; finally after 3-4 calls we reached each other. We were heading into Forever 21 and we met up with them there! Poor Jean Marie! Was shocked to see how much Nazareth had grown!
The girls looked around there and then decided they wanted to go to Aliss. So on the way to Aliss, we found a store where everything was 50% off and Dylana thought we should stop there. (She shops like I do!) She found a couple of things there she wanted so that was a succesful stop. Then off to Aliss. I feel badly for Nazareth, because she’s 11 years old going on 25!
At one point I told Maricela to get Nazareth out of the maternity department! She had no clue that’s where she was!
Then Jean Marie and her crew showed up. Joana saw some jeans she liked. I am almost 70 years old and saw something I’ve never seen before! Joana put the waist of the jeans around her neck and declared they were too small. Aparently, if you do that you know that they’ll fit! So of course, when I got home I tried it. Mine were not tight because I could get a couple of fingers between the ends of the waistband. Will wonders never cease!
Then to lunch at the food court. Jean Marie asked me how I handled it and I said I give them each 5 mil ($10) and they go get what they want and bring me the change! Of course the three girls and Maricella went to Pizza Hut! LOL While they were eating, Joana was looking at the receipt and said that if you go on the internet, you might win a free pizza! So while they were eating, and doing that, lo and behold, all three girls won personal pan pizzas! Lots of excitement!!!!
Jean Marie and her crew left after lunch. My crew and I stayed. Wanted to take them to Cemaco because they had the most beautiful Christmas villages set up. I’ll be darned if they hadn’t already taken them down. It was Dec. 8th! Things are different in Costa Rica, rather than mark down Christmas decor and get rid of it, they store it and bring it out next year. For a shopper like me that was a disappointment!
Meanwhile, we’re looking for a bathing suit for Nazareth, who is very developed! She saw a swim dress that she liked and her mother wouldn’t let her try it on telling her it was for older people.
Finally, found a suit at Rosebal. And I even found a king spread for the bed for 20 mil.
Then we were headed to PriceSmart. Just needed a few things and $150 later, we left there. And there was nothing really to eat in the purchase.
Asked the girls if they wanted ice cream before heading home. So we went to the shop next to the Farmacia there and they all came out with the same thing. Almost like a granazado!
Got home at 4:30 p.m. – left at 9 a.m., whew, I was beat. Everyone was beat because there wasn’t much talking coming home! All in all it was a fun filled day and they do enjoy seeing the decor in the mall.
But they know the rules, when they open their gifts, they have to ooh and aah with delight!
We have Christmas on Christmas Eve morning with Maricela and her family (mother, sister, nephews, etc.) They’ve been talking about it since the beginning of November. Last year I was shocked because the kids wanted to eat first, then open presents! Don’t know many kids that would want to do that!
So Merry Christmas to all……….while you are shoveling snow, think of us having brunch poolside!