I told myself when I started this website I was going to stay away from anything controversial; nothing that would offend people and especially no politics.
But I can’t take it anymore. I now think I need to weigh in on the subject. If this offends you I am truly sorry.
We are on the eve of the Florida Primary and this idea needs to be vetted.
I think, without a doubt if I surveyed a sampling of our younger generation, those that we will be leaving our legacy to; a sampling like my two grandsons, Cameron and Christian, I would unanimously come up with a viable candidate. And who would that candidate would be?
Mickey Mouse.
Yes, that’s right, Mickey Mouse.
He has all the qualifications we need in a President.
He doesn’t lie.
He loves ALL boys and girls.
He manages a small country otherwise known as “Mickey’s Clubhouse.”
He is an excellent problem solver.
He has fiscal experience proven by the fact that he can round up and lasso numbers 1 through 10 and place them in a corral.
He surrounds himself with a team of loyal followers that include a female mouse, male duck, a couple of dogs, a cow, and another duck who is a professor, a big cat, and a couple of chipmunks. Oh, and a Giant.
And that is just his inner circle, his cabinet; that I would speculate looking this way:
Donald Duck – Vice President
Minnie Mouse – Secretary of State
Daisy – Interior
Goofy – Secretary of the Treasury
Willie the Giant – Secretary of Defense
Clara Bell – Labor
Professor Von Drake – Health and Human Services
Pete the Cat – definitely Homeland Security
Chip – Agriculture
Dale – Education
And I am sure Mickey can find a few more to fill in the rest.
But that is not the best of it.
Most importantly, Mickey Mouse has Mouseketools!
Can you imagine how much stronger our already fine military would be with the help of a Mouseketool?
National Security? Hurricane relief? No problem!
Just think about it.
North Korean President Kim Jong-un swinging his hydrogen bomb around again?
“Oh Toodles…………..Oh Toodles………… ”
That’s it, done. Go have another cup of coffee.
And what about vacation White Houses? Who needs Camp David, we’d have Disney World and Disneyland!
And how about those State Dinners? They would be like character breakfasts at the Contemporary Resort! How fun would that be?
And can’t you just picture Vladimir Putin doing the “Hot Dog Dance?”
I am telling you, I think I am on to something here…….
Deep in thought, I take what seems like it has to be the last step up the stairs to my level of the parking garage.
Earlier that day, I heard a story on the radio about research done at Concordia University in Montreal, Canada that shows that climbing stairs daily can greatly improve the gray matter in your brain as you get older.
Gee, I thought, I could sure use some more gray matter, and also for sure, I am getting older.
As I reached the landing I decided to peek around the corner to see if this was my level.
The sign over the elevator said Level Two.
C’mon Level Two? I thought. How can that be?
Oh well, I needed Level Five
I continued, this time much more aware of my progress. Acutely aware I would say as I landed Level Five.
Wow, it’s amazing at this age, how quickly you lose it. Though I have been running for almost thirty years now, it’s not always been consistent. There have been periods, usually associated with times of life stress, when I have taken a break from running. Some of those breaks lasted a long time, like the year after Donny’s accident, and last year for instance.
But just two years ago I was running ten miler’s and I did my first and only half marathon.
Now, I am struggling to get to my truck on Level Five of the Reston Hospital parking garage.
The same study also showed a correlation with education in that for every year of education, the brain appeared a year younger.
I am not sure I am going to go back to school at this point but you never know. I have been obsessively reading, though mostly with audio books so I guess technically not “reading”. Maybe, however, I will get some gray matter credit for that. Or maybe I just need to double up on the stair climbing.
Though this growing old thing is something I think about a lot, I don’t obsessively worry about it. I just have so much more I want to do, and so in some ways I guess I am looking forward to it. All those things I was unable to do while “growing up”; those things that I put off until later in life when I could afford to do them in time and otherwise. I want a shot at those. But in my world it is nothing elaborate, nothing excessive. It’s just some peace, a break from worry, more time with my wife, more time with my family, more time with a fishing pole. And as the title of this website implies, Musings of an Aging Nobody:what I want to do when I grow up, more time doing this sort of thing.
So if I want to accomplish all that it will be important to stay healthy in mind and body. The truth is, we should all be climbing more stairs because let’s face it, America is graying and gray lives matter! Gray matter matters!
Normally I am up early but today I don’t feel like getting up.
Suddenly my cell phone rings, it’s Alexa calling to do a video call.
Yikes! I am still in bed, my hair looks like a rendition of an early 70’s Rod Stewart bad hair day!
I guess you can stay in bed, but nowadays you can’t hide.
Christian, my almost 9 month old grandson, is demonstrating his new ability to say and wave “bye.” It is precious. But then we have to say “bye” for real and it is over way too soon.
Now I am still in bed…
I still have nothing…
I remind myself creativity takes time, you have to clear your mind.
But how can I?
I have work, I have worries, I have responsibilities, I have a family.
It is believed that John wrote the Book of Revelations while exiled on the Isle of Patmos.
And Nelson Mandela wrote “Conversations with Myself” while in prison.
I can just imagine it:
“Kim, I think I am going to take off for four months, go to an island, and write my book”
“Sure you are….now can you take out the garbage?”
Or
“Kim, I think I am going to go rob the Walgreen’s so that I can go to prison where I will write my book”
“Okay honey, just remember we are serving Communion next Sunday in church”
Ah but maybe I am just thinking about this too much.
Maybe I just need to get out of bed and take out the garbage.
Something is bound to come to me sooner or later.
Written sometime in the early afternoon, Saturday March 5, in my truck while parked at the Fairfax County Solid Waste Recycling Center (AKA, The Dump) where I took out the garbage.
In 1974 when I turned 18 years old I joined the Oceanport Hook & Ladder Fire Company. It was a great experience and I made a lot of good friends. In addition to putting out fires, the fire company offered many social activities for its members. One of those activities was a Fireman’s bowling league. As a new OPH&L member I was a good conscript for the bowling team. The only problem was I had never in my life picked up a bowling ball.
One of those good fireman friends was Kevin Higgins. Kevin’s father was a retired Colonel in the Army and Oceanport had an Army base right next to it named Fort Monmouth. Since Kevin was the son of an officer he had open access to the Fort communicated by the type of sticker on the bumper of his V0lkswagon bug. I always thought it was funny when we drove through the gates, a couple of long haired kids in a VW, the MP’s would stand at attention and salute us.
One day, Kevin and another friend, Joe Centanni, decided they were going to take me bowling, so with Kevin’s access to the base, we went to the bowling alley on Fort Monmouth. We got the shoes, got some refreshments, found the lane and I got ready to begin my bowling career.
After a couple of pointers from my friends I picked up a nice 16 pound bowling ball, all 120 pounds of me, and stood up in the lane for my first bowling experience.
I studied the pins intensely as I went through the motions in my head that would be my bowling form. I imagined carefully placing the ball squarely down the center of the lane and knocking down all the pins for a strike. With my friends encouraging me, I focused on the pins as I took those first couple of real steps. As the choreography unfolded, my arm position slowly changed from holding the ball in front of me to moving the ball down and past my hip as I attempted to create the back swing that would generate the force and speed I would need to get the ball down the lane to knock down all the pins.
The only problem was, when I hit the peak of my back swing I launched the bowling ball not at the pins but at my friends. I turned in horror and embarrassment as I watched people scattering everywhere as that 16 pound cannonball came crashing at them.
I thought for sure at that point my bowling adventure would be over. But after everyone composed themselves, got settled down, and everyone in the place stopped laughing, my friends encouraged me to try again. This time I not only managed to throw the ball in the right direction, but I knocked down all the pins for a strike. Though technically not a strike, since my first ball went into the crowd, I felt good about it.
As a result of my newly acquired pastime, I became an official member of the Oceanport Hook & Ladder Fire Company bowling team in the Fireman’s League. Soon after that I even got my own bowling ball with my initials on it and a bowling bag to carry it in.
This past weekend I went bowling again. I don’t remember the last time I had bowled since other than a class in college, my bowling league days ended in New Jersey. My grandson Cameron loves to go bowling so on this day he wanted to take his Pop Pop and his Mimi bowling. Since I remembered seeing my bowling bag somewhere in the basement, I hustled down and looked around until I found it. I had to use a vacuum cleaner to remove the heavy layer of dust that had engulfed my circa 1974 bowling bag. After a final clean up with a Clorox wipe I was ready. I proudly walked out to the car where the family was waiting for me, with my 42 year bowling bag carrying my 42 year old bowling ball with my initials on it. My wife was very impressed.
And, by the end of the afternoon, my daughter was also very impressed that there was actually a sport that I could be considered competitive in. Not that a score of 149 would necessarily be considered competitive, today at least, I was able to beat my five year old grandson and my wife. On this day, as far as they were concerned, I was Earl Anthony.
Of course, having the bumpers up didn’t hurt either.
So today I remember my first bowling experience thanks to my friends Kevin and Joe as I look forward to a new bowling chapter in my life, this time with my grandson Cameron.
Happy Bowling!
That emotional rush that happens every now and then.
It’s not always the same and you don’t always know when to expect it.
Sometimes it comes with goose bumps and you feel it down the back of your neck.
Maybe your heart beats faster and your face gets flushed.
Or it’s an anxious, nervous feeling in your stomach.
It might be that uncontrollable need to smile.
Or it might be the tears that come when nothing is sad.
It could be all of those things and then again, it may not be any of them.
It may be just be that quiet feeling of contentment as you close your eyes to sleep.
And you might experience it in other places and at other times.
Like about one minute and twenty eight seconds into Journey’s “Faithfully” when the drums come in,
Or while watching Martina McBride singing “Over the Rainbow” two rows from the stage.
But it gets better.
Remember that first dance at your daughter’s wedding?
And even more special, that first dance at that same daughter’s second wedding.
It comes while holding your first grandchild for that very first time.
And just as powerfully, while holding your second grandchild for the first time.
And there are many other moments and situations as you know.
Sometimes it comes with words, sometimes it doesn’t, and sometimes it makes words impossible.
But especially for me, it’s the first time I saw her, and the last time I kissed her, no matter how many years, days, minutes, and seconds have fallen in between.
Last week while most of us in the northeast and mid-atlantic were worrying about a snowstorm, another act of God was occurring. Someone, who we had become very accustomed to lifting us up, was finally herself being lifted up.
It’s a long road but I am still here truckin’!
Lynn Kleiberg White wrote that in a Facebook post on September 3, 2015. It was a long road, and while she was still here truckin’, she inspired us all.
The Re-Connect
Though we were friends in high school, I don’t know if I had seen Lynn since then, at least not until the SRHS Class of 1974 reunion in July of 2014. However, sometime in early 2014 I connected with Lynn on Facebook. She was a great supporter of me and my Healthier, Happier Me blog, always with encouraging comments as well as for the races Kim and I were running that year.
Lynn: I will have to give the song a listen! Nice blog today Curt!
Lynn: Thanks Curt! You are a great storyteller! I always enjoy reading your blog! Good luck in your half marathon! I made it through the gamma knife radiation with flying colors yesterday. Very relieved! You have a great weekend too!
Lynn: Way to go Curt! Your efforts are for such a good cause!
Lynn: A physical? Oh BADWORD! Just kidding… July… thoughts of our reunion should help to keep you on the right track!
I didn’t spend much time on Facebook in 2015, so I lost some contact again. Since our recent friendship was more of an on line event, I decided to go back and review and reflect on what what I remembered and what I missed.
The Reunion
SRHS CLASS OF 1974!!!!!!
July 28, 2014
Enjoying the reunion!
The Humor
October 24, 2014
June 25, 2015 · Lol
The Always Positive and Always Encouraging
July 25, 2015 A huge THANK YOU to all my facebook family & friends for all of the Happy Birthday wishes! I am so glad that this chemo is not kicking my ass so hard that I can’t enjoy life, right now I am living it! Enjoying every moment & this beautiful weather! Thanks again y’all!
August 15, 2014 My old friend Kate Farrell Reilly has invited me to be part of the Positive Postings challenge. The concept is to post 3 positive thoughts a day for 5 days & to invite 3 friends to do the same.
August 16, 2014 Day 2 of the Positive Postings challenge. …..
August 17, 2014 Positive postings… things I am grateful for. Day 3 of 5…
August 18, 2014 Ok… Day 4 of 5 of Positive Postings… things I am grateful for…..
August 19, 2014 Day 5 of 5 of Positive Postings. Things that I am grateful for…
The Fight
July 30, 2014 · This fight is getting harder & harder…
September 23, 2014 · Standing Tall… It is a long & bumpy road, but I am still moving along!
November 10, 2014 · 6:20 pm Update: Sigh… taking a deep breath as I let the good news & not quite the news I expected today news settle in……I’m gonna kick that cancers ass! If “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is true, then I am a friggin, SUPERWOMAN! Thanks for your love & support!
December 14, 2014 · Hello friends & family! … I have started with my new chemotherapy routine & am coping so far. ……………Keeping my fingers crossed! Yesterday was a great day!
June 15, 2015 Well, it is Chemo time again, Hooray! I am always glad to get treatments as planned! … my team is still debating which way we will go with radiation. The internal radiation is not going to be done & I will likely have 5 external radiation treatments & some cryocautery to shrink the biggest tumor in my left lung. Looking forward to breathing easier!
August 15, 2015 · Chemo on Thursday & wide awake Friday night… Wondering & worrying… The new chemo is working on some tumors, but not all of them…….. I hope it is not 30 treatments again (I have done 30 three times in the past.) … It was 12 years ago this week that I felt the lump that changed my life. Damn! I hate cancer!
September 3, 2015 · Radiation #7 of 14 today at Monmouth Medical- yay… half way there! Followed by chemo session #10 today at Adult Hemotology & Oncology. ……Now to schedule the Brain MRI & have the 3rd cryocautery procedure on 9/11. It’s a long road, but I am here still truckin’!
September 10, 2015 · Little Silver, NJ · Sometimes things get pretty crazy… I have been tolerating my radiation treatments pretty well (11 down, 3 to go) I am at chemo right now…….Tomorrow I will have radiation followed by another Bronchoscopy with cryocautery. Monday I will have radiation & a brain mri to be sure that tumor is gone. Tue will be my final radiation treatment. Thurs chemo again, then I will have a break for a week (thank goodness!) Thanks for your prayers for healing & your notes of concern. I hope that all of my fb friends & family are doing well!
October 7, 2015 · Hooray… Brain Radiation treatments are complete! Now on to today’s Upper Endoscopy with balloon dilation & CT/PET scan tomorrow. I’ll be glad when this week is over!
The End
January 14 at 5:53pm
Our friend Lynn Kleiberg White could use some positive energy, love and good juju right now. She’s having a difficult time since being pretty much confined to her bed for the last few weeks. She has to use oxygen and isn’t able to get out and enjoy the fresh air and beautiful view of the Keys. She has an appt with her onc next week to see what’s what. Cancer SUCKS! I’m posting this here with her permission. So send some love or maybe post a nice nature pic of something she’ll enjoy. We all love you Lynn and are standing beside you in a circle of support and love.
January 23 at 9:53pm
Our dearest Lynn Kleiberg White is now at peace. She was the strongest person I have ever met. I admired her so much for her strength & determination to live. No more struggles to over come. You are I God’s arms now. Rest in peace. You will be in our hearts forever. We love you.
Final Thoughts
Lynn did much to prepare the rest of us for the harsh realities of what life can bring, all the while encouraging us to seize the moment and not dwell on the negative. Her bravery was inspiring, and surely her pain unimaginable and it truly was a long road. I feel blessed I was able to experience her friendship again for a brief period. My prayers go out to Lynn’s family and friends who shared her life and were always there. From what I read, you were awesome and inspiring too!
October 16, 2014 and “remembered” on October 16, 2015
Wish I was here..
I am sure you are now my friend, I am sure you are.
I have never done that before. Or at least if I have, I have never called it that before. Sheltering in place is a frequently used term now but it is usually associated with something sinister. Thankfully I have never had to experience that and certainly feel for those who have.
But the radio stations are calling what I am doing this weekend sheltering in place. It makes it sound kind of scary and I feel like maybe I should be concerned.
Unlike the last time it snowed really bad in the DC area and I had to spend days in the house with my wife and kids without work to worry about….it was just called chillin’ then, having fun, relaxing in my place.
But now I am sheltering in place and now I look around the room and see my wife, my daughter, my grandson, and my cat….and I wonder what sinister deed should I be worried about?
Is Savannah going to make her hamburger and codfish casserole again for dinner tonight? That could certainly be scary…
And will the power go out causing us to lose the cable TV and the internet? That would be dastardly too!
And what is the cause of all this commotion?
This Prodigious snow storm they are calling Jonas!
pro·di·gious
1. remarkably or impressively great in extent, size, or degree. Synonyms: enormous, huge, colossal, immense, vast, great, massive, gigantic, mammoth, tremendous, inordinate, monumental
Okay I am not ashamed to admit that I had to look that word up after the news guy on the radio used it to describe this storm. I have always been mindful of the fact that my vocabulary was not prodigious. And though I have tried to work on that, I have always been a little self-conscious about it; especially since I enjoy writing.
The radio announcements kept encouraging everyone to stock up on nonperishables in case the power went out; to get gas for our cars and generators; to get batteries for our flashlights; and to get cash in case the power goes out and the ATM’s don’t work.
And the people listened because the truth is there has been a prodigious reaction by everyone who lives around here to this prodigious storm and there is probably not a gallon of milk between here and Pittsburgh.
Well, at least most listened.
You see, all that was kind of a problem for me. A week from payday and my bank account was anything but prodigious. I had a prodigious amount of batteries but they were the little ones since my wife and I didn’t communicate well at Christmas and we both bought prodigious amounts of AA and AAA batteries. So I scoured the house for little flashlights… you know the kind they hand out at trade shows or make key chains out of.
And I didn’t have any nonperishables. I had plenty of food in the freezers….but those are perishable. I suppose I could barbeque as the thaw occurred but did I have enough propane? And I suppose if things got really bad around here we could eat the cat…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
food, yeah we could eat the cat food since that’s a nonperishable… but no I think I would be digging my way to a MacDonald’s in a warm State by that point…….
But then it occurred to me that maybe what’s really sinister about all this is this word prodigious……..maybe that’s what is really bothering me.
Maybe it isn’t just my vocabulary that is not prodigious, maybe that is not the only thing I have to be self-conscious about. Maybe there are other aspects of me that are not prodigious…my 401K…my master bathroom…my intelligence…my chest hair…
..so just leave me alone while I shelter in place.
Oh well, I guess we all can’t be prodigious in every way. At least I have lots of batteries for the remote control.
You know I always thought it was really annoying when you could tell that someone just learned a new word because they insisted on using that new word prodigiously.
See, not bad for 240 years. That’s my mother in the middle.
Again this week I heard a story on the radio about the deer herd posing a threat to our local society and the need to thin out the herd with sharpshooters. Also recently, Chris Core, a commentator on WTOP radio here in DC did a piece on the dangers of crossing the street making the point that we were too engrossed in our electronics and as a result, were getting hit by cars. Okay Curt so what is the connection you say?
I remembered a similar story and situation that occurred a few years ago with deer causing traffic accidents and pedestrians getting hit way too frequently, which at the time was also big news on WTOP radio. They decided to thin the deer herd then too. During this particular situation, the local service announcements were stressing that pedestrians in a crosswalk had the right of way and drivers beware. Of course we know that is true, but I thought maybe a little common sense might also be appropriate and at that time I wrote this:
Crossing the Street
I heard recently of a plan to thin out the deer herd in Rock Creek Park in Washington, DC by using sharp shooters. They were posing a danger to the community. The radio station was taking calls from listeners on how they felt about that.
I think the whole problem with the deer is really just that they don’t know how to cross the street. They keep jumping out in front of cars and causing accidents. This results in thousands of dollars’ worth of property damage to our motor vehicles, injury or death to humans who hit them, not to mention that it causes our car insurance rates to go up. Since it’s important that we build more strip malls and office parks, apartment complexes, and the roads to get to them, the deer have to learn to deal with that. Besides, there are more than enough wooded common areas, medians, cemeteries, and golf courses for deer to hang out in. Why do they need to be crossing the street anyway?
But the fact is we now have the same problem with humans. They don’t know how to cross the street either. And they keep getting hit too and causing property damage and emotional stress, injury and even death. But you don’t hear anyone proposing to thin out the human population with sharp shooters because they keep on jumping out in front of cars. No, unlike the deer, when a human steps out in front of a car, and by the way the local government encourages this as long as they are in a crosswalk, it’s the fault of the driver of the vehicle of course. Public service announcements have convinced humans they have the right of way and therefore it’s perfectly within their rights to step out in front of an oncoming car. And so they do.
I think the solution to the problem is education. We need to teach the deer and now humans how to cross the street. It’s that simple. And I know just the person to head this program……… my mother.
My mother successfully taught my two brothers, my sister, and I to cross the street without getting hit by a car. And collectively that is almost 240 man years without an incident of walking out in front of a car and being struck (and I won’t tell you who most of those man years are attributed to because she wouldn’t like it).
In addition to that, my mother has taught her Portuguese Water dog to sit down on the side of the road when she (the dog) hears a car coming. Think about it, now that is a solid resume’. Of course she is retired now and I don’t know if she would be willing to take on such a responsibility as this. But she is a conscientious woman, a patriot, and a lover of animals; plus she paid car insurance in New Jersey for years so I know she is sensitive to insurance rates.
Can you imagine if she was able to teach those humans that the local governments currently encourage stepping out into traffic, to actually stop at the side of the road and look both ways before crossing the street? What a gift this would be to society!
And how about if she was able to teach deer to sit down on the side of the road every time one of them heard a car coming? What a public service that would be!
I think some serious Economic Stimulation money needs to be set aside for this.
It’s just that simple.
All that is pretty silly right? But, I still have people stepping out in front of my truck without stopping or looking. And Chris Core had a good point too, we are distracted walkers as well as drivers.
As for the deer I don’t have a solution. At least they are feeding the homeless with the meat generated from the thinning of the herd.
It was a Saturday and much like any other Saturday we got up early because we couldn’t sleep. We had our coffee, checked our email and our Facebook, and did some work-work leftover from Friday.
We remembered your birthday on Facebook.
Many times I have described that time after Thanksgiving when the Christmas decorations come out of the trunks and down from the attic as bittersweet, as the memories are unpacked one at a time and placed on the tree or on the mantle. It is our darkness in the brilliant light of the season; fourteen seasons now to be exact.
And though we celebrated, laughed, and enjoyed this holiday as much as anyone, there will always be something that will be missing in our hearts as hard as we try to ignore it each year. That one thing we can’t unpack, hold in our hands for that short time, put away and wait anxiously for next year when we can take it out again and hold it once more.
If only we could.
But we do have our memories and each year we work hard to make sure we keep them alive because we don’t ever want to forget.
And normally by New Year’s Eve the lights are out, the tree is down, and the ornaments are packed away.
This year however was different, we were late. This year…..your birthday….. today, was the day that the ornaments were taken down and the lights rolled up, and everything returned to its place in the attic for another year.
And it really was different. Your mother and I were busy. We found some old CD’s and we listened to music that we listened to when we were dating. We were singing, we laughed, and we were not sad.
“Tonight I ask the stars above, how did I ever win your love. What did I do, what did I say, to turn your angel eyes my way”
We were happy.
And now as we prepare to sleep, we put this, yet another nice memory to bed. You see? You can still make them!
Thank you for sharing, what would have been your twenty ninth birthday with us today. And thank you because on this birthday, it was us who received the gift.
My wife is not on Facebook. She doesn’t have a Facebook account and is adamant about the fact that she will never have a Facebook account.
Kim: “I don’t have Facebook and I never will have Facebook!!!”
I have a Facebook account. I have had it for a while but never really paid much attention to it until January of 2014 when I started a blog for work called Happier, Healthier Me and wanted to share it and follow the attention it got. My wife didn’t like the fact that I was on social media.
Kim: “So you are on Facebook now?”
Me: “Yes I need to use it for work, for the blog I am writing.”
Kim: “Do you have a girlfriend on Facebook?”
Me: “No, no Kim I just need to watch it for work stuff, it’s just work…”
Kim: “I can see it now you will hook up with someone on Facebook and leave me…”
Me: “No seriously I will never leave you, it’s just work, I promise!”
The truth is however, she doesn’t have a Facebook account but she likes to get on my Facebook.
The other evening she was logged on. The reason I know this is because I was upstairs reading How To Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie, a book I got for Christmas, when I checked my cell phone to find it was lit up with Facebook alerts.
Me: “Kim……you are on my Facebook account?”
Kim: “Yes, I was just watching a video.”
Me: “Kim, did you know that you shared that video post on my page? Not just once but twice? And I am getting likes and comments? And did you know that post was about baking? About Peanut butter fudge things? Not about sports; or cool things like guitars; not about surf fishing……it was about baking……peanut butter things! I don’t even like peanut butter things!”
Not only that, she even sent out a friend request that got accepted!
Me: “Kim you have to be careful! What if I was a Democrat and you were sharing Republican propaganda? What if I was a Republican and you were sharing Democratic propaganda? And What if I was a ReTrumplican and you were sharing Hillary stuff, or the other way around? I have a reputation to maintain you know. I would prefer that not be done with peanut butter fudge recipes! You have to be very careful with what you post on social media!”
So we laughed, it was kind of funny. I really don’t mind her on my Facebook, it might be a blessing she doesn’t have her own account! And I am okay with the peanut butter recipe video too since I do like to cook.
And maybe once I finish reading How To Win Friends & Influence People I will have more Facebook friends for Kim to connect with.
And by the way, if you are not familiar with the Happier, Happier Me blog from 2014 I have posted the links on a separate page on this website if you care to read them.
Thanks again for letting me share.
I told myself when I started this website I was going to stay away from anything controversial; nothing that would offend people and especially no politics.
