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I never thought of myself as good looking. Someone told my mom that she thought I "had kind eyes." I looked at myself differently after that. I notice eyes in other people when I meet them. Windows of the soul, after all. Inner beauty is the only beauty worth aspiring to, IMO. Beautiful...

And then I remember thinking, Just who are these Joneses, anyway? And why should I care if I keep up with them?

My brother is dyslexic and can't read much at all. He dropped out of high school. He builds homes for people who have their own private jets.

I don't do apps. I do not scan QR codes. I don't do the Mperks the local store offers. I don't bank online, either. I get my paper statement in the mail and balance my checkbook with a calculator.

I not only march to the beat of my own drum, I clap and sing along!

That makes me cool since I was ... 16? I knew I wasn't cool, didn't fit in, and that was about the age I said the heck with it. It ain't never gonna work, so I'll concentrate on other things.

Where I live, it'll take 15-20 minutes for an ambulance to get to my house. If it's serious, yeah, I could be dead before they get there. But I'm not living my life based on a possible emergency that might or might not ever happen someday. I live out here for the here and now.

I never knew this about Barbara Walters... She never learned to drive.

Yes! Since 1976 (IIRC) here in Michigan. 10 cents each. Beer and soda pop. Not sure about what else... Kombucha tea, and...?

My sister was the incompetent housekeeper. She did it on purpose? I think her strategy was to do it really badly so that mom got exasperated and didn't have her do it so that she herself would have to redo it.

Hubby gets that on occasion now. Remember, there are 4 stages to Santa Claus: You believe in Santa Claus. You don't believe in Santa Claus. You are Santa Claus. You look like Santa Claus.

I thought the corona (what you see at 100%) was also something you needed eclipse glasses for.

I called those, "Bungle Boy" Jeans. They do look comfy... I love the relaxed fit around the hips and thighs. That's where my body has relaxed a bit.

One year for Christmas, hubby gave me a set of jumper cables and a tire inflator that runs off the car cigarette lights. Back when we called them a cigarette lighter. And, yes, I thought that was a wonderful, thoughtful, caring Christmas present!

Nope, the pictures were all in lil ol' Grand Rapids, MI. I'm not a prude. The coworkers I showed that image to were not prudes. One woman said, "That image is disturbing. Show it to the supervisor. We don't want to be known for printing that kind of stuff." Supervisor kicked it up to the...

When I worked at the One Hour place, we looked at each negative. Not always possible to skip anything that was not allowed. We had a cover to put over the chute where the pictures came down in full view of anyone walking by in the mall. At the professional photo lab, the owner told me to use my...

When I worked at the photo lab, I printed THOUSANDS of baby announcements and cards. I've seen some weird/strange names. And lots of interesting ones on shipping labels too.

I once printed a baby announcement with the name, "Aquanette."

The Case Against Sugar, by Gary Taubes was a very enlightening book for me. As for glyphosate... there is too much profanity in print as it is. I won't add my thoughts on the g word.

Hmmm.... can we refine it and then sell it as a "healthy alternative to fat?" Yup, yup. And it's flying off the shelves. Our diet is sh-crap. Gotta stop there; this is a hot button for me, and I've had enough for the day.