The summer of 1997 was not a pleasant time for me. I was a young college student struggling to make it on a diet of soda and ramen noodles. While I had my own apartment, the air conditioning Rochdale wasn’t very good to me. It happened to go out during a 100-degree summer day and my landlord wasn’t immediately available on the phone. As the sweat poured and I panicked, only a few hours went by but it seemed like forever.
My landlord finally did call with good news. He had an emergency heat and cooling man who was willing to come out to my apartment and fix the problem right away. And thank God. Now that I have my own home, I know to always have an emergency heating and cooling expert available at all times. There will never be a time when my air conditioner goes out and I don’t have an expert willing to come out right away.
My fiance and I thought it would be great idea to use fireworks at our wedding. We had seen the pictures of people using the sparklers during the recessional and were really excited to ignite our life together surrounded by those shooting magical sparks.
When it came time to walk out to our limo, everything was just a blur. We had our ushers pass out the wedding fireworks display and everything was set. My new husband and I walked out and were met with our hundred guests all holding sparklers. The smell of the burning hit us and it was not very pleasant. As we walked hand in hand smiling, I felt a burning on my foot. One of my cousin’s little girls had gotten her hands on the sparklers and had dropped it right as I walked past. It singed the bottom of my dress and my foot! Ouch!
Our family gatherings are always a noisy time, and the noise can reach painful levels. With our folks getting a bit older, their hearing isn’t what it used to be, and the voices have increased to compensate. The loudest of the loud is my mother-in-law. She has been able to increase the level so that her husband can hear her talking. My father-in-law, like so many others, has gone through life without the benefit of proper hearing protection, and is now paying the price with irreparable hearing loss.
Last year, my father-in-law received new digital hearing aids and he enjoys having them and being able to hear again. After receiving them, I asked my in-laws how they are doing with the new aids. She told me they weren’t working so well, and thought they needed to be adjusted. My father-in-law took me aside and told me he just keeps them turned down when she is around!
When I first started my college classes after high school I thought that I had my career path completely figured out. I knew that I had always been good at math and I signed myself up for a number of accounting classes. I quickly finished up my accounting degree and within a few short months I was able to land a great accounting job with a very large company. I was so happy that I could start my adult life, but after six months of accounting work I became bored and restless. I was starting to realize that an accounting career was not for me and I needed to find a career that was more creative and exciting. I thought about the types of jobs that would use my creative mind and I decided that I should look into web design Manchester. I knew that this would be a career choice that would make me even more money than my accounting job. I looked into creative classes and I found numerous helpful websites online. I have already learned a lot about design and I hope to start my website design business next year.
After I finished getting NCR books, I was working the day shift out of San Marcos when the phone rang.
It was Adrienne. Yeah, Adrienne. Cool glass of water out of Ventura.
Adrienne. See. She got with Spence and they got themselves a little ole’ radio show. KVTA-AM1520. Ventura’s only drive-time talk news music and…
Well, you know the drill.
Adrienne and Spence wanted Ike. Yeah. Ike. Ike Turner. You know Ike. Father of rock and roll. Had a little thing with Tina. Big guy with a big bass.
They wanted Ike to spice up the deal. Shake, rattle and roll some cages. Spill the beans. Tell it like it is.
Now, me. I seen Ike. Seen him around town, don’t you know. At the Panda Gardens. The Power Surge. Going down San Marcos Boulevard. East and West. But you know what. Hadn’t seen Ike for a dog’s age.
There’s a reason people don’t play golf on rainy days. You ever make mud pies as a kid? It was fun. Pour the sand into the tray, pat it down and add water for ridiculous fun. As an adult, however, the fun of playing in the wet sand doesn’t seem quite as attractive.
On the golf course recently with my buddies for a quick nine, it started to rain. At first it was just a quiet, tolerable sprinkle but it didn’t take long for the skies to open up and pour buckets. Running for the golf cart took me through the silica sand bunker and that was a huge mistake. I slipped and fell in the sticky sand and as I tried to escape, the sand sucked my left shoe off. Picking myself up and feeling gross, I stumbled to the cart just as the rain stopped.
I hate golf sometimes.
It was a warm summer night back in 1970, and I was mature dating a guy who was just wonderful. However, he had one major flaw; he loved red light racing. You know where you stop at a red light, rev your engine, and glance at the car next to you to see if they noticed the challenge. If they take you up on the challenge, they rev their engine.
My date owned a 1963 Chevy Impala, which had two-bucket seats, a console, and an automatic on the floor. I was sitting on the console to be close to him. The light turned green. He punched the gas pedal, and we took off. When it was all over, he turned his head to talk to me and I was not there. The force threw me into the back seat and he was laughing so hard that we had to pull over.
One day long ago many fairies lost their wings in a battle against good and evil. The good fairies lost the battle and lost their wings because of it. They were able to keep their magic but now the bad fairies have magic and wings. The bad fairies never had wings before. This gave them the upper-hand. The good fairies knew that had to come up with an idea so they fooled the bad fairies with NCR pads and got their wings back. The good fairies can now use their wings to fly around and help people with their magic. The good fairies were so thrilled that they cried. When a fairy cries another good fairy gets its wings. It was a wonderful day for the good fairies and they couldn’t wait to get home.