I wonder when I die if it will be like those joker candles, where you think they are out and then, one by one, they relight themselves? Would drive the doctors nuts, for sure. I kinda like it, actually … ;o)
“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.” (Pope Paul VI – who knew he was a poet?)
I fuss over gaining weight, which is good because it says I’m still a woman and have some vanity. Now I need to shop for several burial outfits to see what will fit and look the best. Do funeral directors let you know if your outfit makes your butt look fat?
If I keep chubbing up I wonder if they have an urn that can hold me? I really want to be at least a “small” – maybe curvy, too. As far as I am concerned they can throw some ash out so I fit!! Would like some ashes thrown in the AuSable … no, really. I mean it.
The good thing about shopping periodically for one ‘good’ outfit now and then is I will know how it looked on me the last time I wear it. ;o)
Should I buy a wig, I wonder? Can I trust my old lady hair to just anyone? I’m thinking not. I could go out a redhead, that might be nice.
When my grandma Bessie died, a strict Methodist I dressed her in a bright red dress, got her hair out of the “poodle/Afro thing” they all wear in nursing homes, and painted her nails bright red, earring, the whole 9 yards. Her friends said, “My goodness! She NEVER looked this good alive.” Must be the “I am not a Waitress Red” OPI nail polish (yup, it matched her lipstick. ;o)
Tomorrow my son, Pete, would be 34 years old. Doesn’t seem that it has been that long. Wonder when I meet him, if he will still look like a 2 year old or a strong, handsome auburn haired man?
Since my debut on Faith Magazine as their November cover girl, I am hearing from people I haven’t seen in over 40 years. A double gift. Thank you FAITH folks, for helping me have some wonderful memories to hang on to.
I apologize to my kids, who deserved a big shout out in that article, Beth, Andrea and Nick, and all the grands as well, and a son-in-law who’s pretty nifty too.
To see it for yourselves: Faith Magazine (Diocese of Lansing) There’s like 3 flavors of me there. And note my column!! Woot Woot.
Today, my fog lifted for 3 hours, just about the time the frost began to melt away. Welcome, Hunting Season.
Papa, I know you are here today! We didn’t fall even one time. Or, it could be my guardian angel. Anyway, it’s me, Vicki
I’ve become partial to this one for some reason. Just in case the line to heaven or purgatory is slow, you know?? ;o) Love ya!