THAT DRIVES ME TO DRINK

Miami, USA – October 20, 2014: Mountain Dew soda bottle, isolated on white, studio shotI

I made a reservation to have my fingernails done. Noon tomorrow? Okay, fine. About 15 minutes later I got a call asking if I could come in at 4:00 today. Okay, fine. I arrived on time. The place was full and overflowing. She asked me if I could come back at noon tomorrow. I tried to be patient as I said that was my first time slot and she called to change it. I wasn’t horribly ugly about it. But more me than Jesus came through I’m pretty sure.

As I came back into the house I was grumbling, “That would drive me to drink – a Mountain Dew if I had one.”

Roger responded by telling me about what he remembered about my first drink of Mnt Dew – from a bottle even!

We were visiting Uncle Jim and Aunt Gladys in Littleton, Colorado. They were more on the cutting edge of new trends in food and drink. 😀

Uncle Jim offered me a drink of Mountain Dew. I was highly suspicious – to me Mountain Dew was that illegal liquor my Granddad bootlegged years before. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to associated with any drink of that name. Roger remembers me being very cautious about drinking it. But my Uncle Jim was a preacher man, so I guess I trusted him and took a swig. Roger thinks I was hesitant to drink from the bottle. I don’t know how that computed in his little boy memory. I’m sure we all drank soda from bottle at that time.

I’m surprised he remembers such a thing. Shows how much little guys watch and pay attention to big guys and the lessons they learn and remember.

I hope my place in line to get my nails all prettied up will not be too long tomorrow but if it is I think I will just stop at Dollar General and buy a Mountain Dew. Come home and drink!

Image: gettyimages.com

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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9 Responses to THAT DRIVES ME TO DRINK

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    I remember when the name “mountain dew” meant some kind of moonshine homebrew to me.

  2. I was a fresca child—seemed so grown up.
    As for nails—this retired art teacher hasn’t had nails painted in probably 40 years 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      How nice that you have never had polished nails. Now you can give yourself a treat next time your down and out. Up with you. Go do your nails. They can be so venturous now. All those mixed up colors. Do it. Then send us a picture. Fresca was grapefruit flavor I believe. I didn’t partake of it very much.

      • I’ve never has a pedicure either—my aunt and friends all rave about it all—but I just felt it was somewhat arrogant of me to want others to “work on” my feet.
        It just seems they are my mess, I need to tend to them.
        I do my own french manicure for toes during sandal weather 🙂

  3. Faye says:

    SORRY you were thwarted by attempts at self maintenance help.. Nor sure about mountain dew but I learnt a valuable lesson about apple cider. I did not know it could be much more than apple>I’m glad now I was sitting down.
    In our health plan now in my town both David and I have opportunities to enjoy the health help of folk trained in foot care, nail care and maintenance is part of our whole care package. We thank GOD. Blessings!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, Sammy left his cider out too long one time also. We didn’t know it would ferment.
      Great about your personal health providing foot care. I think volunteers who do foot care for old folks are acting out the example of Jesus when he washed the disciples feet. Humble and caring.

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