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Hanging out at Home Depot waiting for Hubbie to find his screws……

Hanging out at Home Depot waiting for Hubbie to find his screws......

I was in the display patio chair so long…a worker jokingly asked me if I would like a beverage…LOL





Let’s talk about HAIR.


Long beautiful hair: shining-gleaning-flaxen-waxen-give me down to there hair. Shoulder length or longer. Hair, hair, hair, long as God can grow it.


These are lyrics from the rock musical HAIR. Featuring long-haired hippies and their antics and the Age of Aquarius. My now husband and I saw this live on stage in Los Angeles in 1968. It was quite a statement describing the changes in society. Flower children and “free love” and hair. Only hobos had long unkempt hair until the hippy movement. Gone was the clean cut flat top for men and ratted beehive hairsprayed creations for women.


Free flowing long hair was in. We didn’t have blow dryers in those days so some of us would actually pull out the ironing board and iron our hair straight. Being oh so careful not to scorch or burn our coveted long locks. Or if that was impossible you would grow it afro style and perm it.


We all have it. Some of us are born with it, others are born bald. It grows, we cut it and shape it into fashion statements.


Some of us become slaves to the bottle, hair dye that is. And spend enormous amount of money to brighten our lives and stave off signs of aging. Some like my grandmother would put a beautiful blue rinse on her locks. I remember the bottle she kept under the sink.


Some of us embrace greying graciously like my friend who has been a beautiful shade of silver since her thirties. She just recently started taking drum lessons and suggested we start a band. One of her friends would be the vocalist, I would pull out my dusty guitar and her other friend would pound a tambourine. I told her we would all go shopping for grey wigs and would name our band: Shades of Grey.


Some, men mostly, choose baldness. Sometimes baldness chooses us because of illness or genes. Wisp by wisp it drops or some choose to speed the inevitable total loss and use a razor.


Some of my friends are now cancer free, no more bandannas or hats or wigs or toupees to mourn their loss and conceal their journey to health. They have new hair in different colors and textures. Some with tightly wound curls that sing: rejoice, celebrate I have returned.


Some of us have hairy faces, and I don’t just mean men. Moustaches and beards and goatees. You name it. Long sideburns. Just watch Duck Dynasty. Some of us have hair sprouting up in strange places we could never imagine.


Like ears and nostrils, resembling small shrubbery. It takes some elaborate measures to keep these areas groomed with countless ear and nose trimmers to choose from.


Some of us go to barbers to help us in the hair removal process. Some of us go to salons. There we subject ourselves to tortuous methods of hair removal. Waxing of the face, upper lips, eyebrows, bikini waxes and Brazilian waxes. Just the thought of this makes me cover my face and cross my legs.


Others have used home methods of waxing, feeling the sting and pain alone. We use razors and depilatories and messy creams, and devices like the NO NO or the famous Epilady from the 90’s. The Epilady was an electrical device with a coil on it that grabbed and removed each hair individually by the root really fast. After using it I was certain was an ancient torture method, invented by a man who hated women. I would rather give birth naturally.


I returned that item the day after Christmas to Price Club. I was not the first in line with one mind you. The clerk took one look at it, threw it over his shoulder adding to the pile of hundreds behind him and handed me back my $$.


It’s quite a phenomenon now to remove hair, especially the men. Smooth chests seem to be desired. I remember in my day, hairy chests were “in”. Just look at Sean Connery. Even my sons were in some kind of competition with who had the most chest hair at the earliest age. One of my friends husband had so much back and chest hair we would tease her about having to mow it. Serious hair removal is only achieved by laser or electrolysis which actually destroys the hair follicle.


Some of us have the opposite problem. Not enough hair. It has driven sane men to actually think comb overs work. Some are just eccentric billionaires. Some with no money try to disguise the loss of hair by spraying the scalp with colored hair spray. And some have very bad toupees. Several images come to mind.


What’s worse is when they go into hock to have hair plugs installed in their dead hair follicles. Some get hair transplants with varied success. Some try to stimulate the growth of the hair follicle. It’s sort of like face lifts and botox. It usually shows.


For some especially women the current style is hair extensions, very pretty. The worst is dreadlocks because of the drug and lifestyle connotation. Not to mention how unkempt and dirty they look. When I see them I unconsciously look for little creatures moving, which makes eye contact difficult.


As for me, I’ll just listen to my hairdresser who says “for my age” I have beautiful hair. I will continue to color it for and keep it long enough to pull into a ponytail or the new side pony braid since every once in awhile I still like to horse around.






Presley is the perfect candidate for this photo op.






Nanas Like a Monkey



Audrey Morgan




            Have you ever heard of eating nanas like a monkey? Well neither did I until my son and his family came to live with us for nine months.

          Nine months, nine long months. Six kids and him and his wife.  A true gestation, sort of the same symptoms as human gestation. But that is another story for another day or so. 

         So what is “eating nanas like a monkey” anyway?  Hold a banana upright and peel halfway down all around. DO NOT break off and hand the half a banana to a four-year-old. Hand the whole banana half peeled so he can eat it like a monkey.

             Since it always seemed like we have bananas around they could all eat nanas like a monkey whenever they wanted. My bananas never got brown speckles or brown all the way anymore. Not like before or now for that matter.

             I still buy a few, but never manage to eat them before the brown spots appear. Sometimes I peel one and hand it to hubbie. He won’t eat a brown spotted one or a browned skin beauty. So I resort to trickery.

             I always have high hopes of making banana bread with the browning bananas. But I refuse to just make one loaf, I must double the recipe if I’m going to all that work.

             So I peel the nanas, put them in a zip lock, seal and toss in the freezer.

             Two weeks later it happens all over again. And I always seem surprised. Toss another zip lock full of brown bananas in the freezer to make bread later.

             Well now the whole freezer door is packed and it’s July and hotter than blazes. I am not going to turn on the oven to bake banana bread. We do not have air conditioning. I usually only bake banana bread at Christmas anyway,

        So with much guilt I chuck all the baggies full of ice and frost and brown mush.

          I finally decide to buy the beauties in bulk. They were such a great price you know and since they are green they won’t ripen so fast. Wow, I discovered they just go from green to brown in no time and stay rock hard. So much for that experiment.

             So what to do? I guess I just keep buying a few each week in case I get visitors who want to eat their “nanas like monkeys.” And any leftover will be stored up for the banana bread.  Christmas will be here before you know it. I’ll just quadruple the batch. 




 By Audrey J Morgan

 February 14, 2014


When I left home some years ago- I flew the coop, just jumped out of the nest to try it out on my own. No more people to order me around-to tell me what to do-or what not to do- I would to make my own decisions.


So I got a job where I was told what to do and what not to do-when I could come and when I could go- they paid me for this. Some small satisfaction for responsibility, discipline and work. $69 a week.  


Then I got married, danced the dance, he led, I followed. I still had to do what I was told. Sort of.  I danced by myself sometimes.


Then I became a mother and had people telling me from the womb what I should do and not do and even how to sleep, if that happened at all.


I could no longer eat onions or Mexican food or have a margarita. I could not sleep on my stomach or stay up late. I could not touch my toes or even see them. My body did not obey, I was morphing and could not stop it.


Then from birth – I didn’t even get to choose the date- these children told me when they wanted to eat and sleep and be held. I had a new appendage and no life of my own, no decisions as these helpless lives depended on me.


I did get moments of freedom. That was short-lived as the sports schedules started and I realized volunteer was a loose term-mandatory was more accurate. Watching games became a part-time job. I counted. If I watched every baseball game from the first inning to the last it would be 28 hours a week. So I caught highlights and even managed to watch a few at the same time roaming the baseball fields.


Some days when I got really tired I wished to have someone else take over and take a turn for me. But the “mother bear” reared up. They would really mess it up I was sure. The best “man” for the job was me.  


Now the nest is empty. I get to kiss the grandbabies and hand them back and see the cycle continue. 



Proverbs 15:13

A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance= smile
Rejoice knowing God is holy, God is in control, loves you and wants to take care of you. So cast those cares, sorrows, burdens, illness, bills, weights. Your smile, even if by faith is your choice and act of faith. 
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

<instrumental interlude>

That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile 

-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 10 in 1954
-competing versions charted by sunny gale (#19) and david whitfield (#25).
-also charted in 1959 by tony bennett (#73); in 1961 by timi yuro (#42); in
-1962 by ferrante and teicher (#94); and in 1965 by betty everett and jerry
-butler (#42).
Words by john turner and geoffrey parsons and music by charlie chaplin
Smiling is a great way to make yourself stand out while helping your body to function better. Smile to improve your health, your stress level, and your attractiveness. Smiling is just one fun way to live longer read about the others and try as many as you can.


1. Smiling Makes Us Attractive


We are drawn to people who smile. There is an attraction factor. We want to know a smiling person and figure out what is so good. Frowns, scowls and grimaces all push people away — but a smile draws them in (avoid these smile aging habits to keep your smile looking great).

2. Smiling Changes Our Mood

Next time you are feeling down, try putting on a smile. There’s a good chance you mood will change for the better. Smiling can trick the body into helping you change your mood.

3. Smiling Is Contagious

When someone is smiling they lighten up the room, change the moods of others, and make things happier. A smiling person brings happiness with them. Smile lots and you will draw people to you.

4. Smiling Relieves Stress

Stress can really show up in our faces. Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed. When you are stressed, take time to put on a smile. The stress should be reduced and you’ll be better able to take action.

5. Smiling Boosts Your Immune System

Smiling helps the immune system to work better. When you smile, immune function improves possibly because you are more relaxed. Prevent the flu and colds by smiling.

6. Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure

When you smile, there is a measurable reduction in your blood pressure. Give it a try if you have a blood pressure monitor at home. Sit for a few minutes, take a reading. Then smile for a minute and take another reading while still smiling. Do you notice a difference?

7. Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin

Studies have shown that smiling releases endorphins, natural pain killers, and serotonin. Together these three make us feel good. Smiling is a natural drug.

8. Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger

The muscles we use to smile lift the face, making a person appear younger. Don’t go for a face lift, just try smiling your way through the day — you’ll look younger and feel better.

Note: this song was originally by Charlie Chaplin musically. see notes.