A LOOK BACK – MAY 2014

Facebook popped up  one of my days from 2014.  Some things have changed a lot; some not much.  For instance, I still lose things, I fix supper not dinner, and the air conditioner is broken this year also. My fixer is still fixing. (But this time, he had to call in help. Cost $464) That day I had corn on the cob; now I want some. I’ll look for some canned corn; that is still good.

The FB status on that day read thus:

Walmart shopped for essentials (and a few non-essentials). Has anybody out there tried out the teeth whitener brand I bought? Do you think it is worth the time and effort? Oh, back to my day. Sent Marcie a Happy BD and got a nice response. Have you seen her picture taken in Skinny Nutrition today? Very cute. Cute guy gracing the background. Do you notice I get sidetracked a lot? Got fed up with poor online service and read (company) the riot act (in a Christian manner, of course); maybe it helped. Went to Lowes for garden hose, a hand spadie thing, and those circle things Sammy puts in faucets.

Grabbed for my purse. Wasn’t there? Flew back home hoping mightily that I had not left it on the car trunk. Pulled in my drive. There stood the most wonderful couple holding my purse and waiting for me to come claim it. They had checked my ID to see where the “idiot” lived. I guess you know my reaction to that! Oh, thank God, and thank Doug and Debbie (I think that was their names). Made a fantastic supper of ground chuck, gravy, black beans, and corn on the cob. You can tell by the menu that it was supper not “dinner”. Watched O’Reilly and made some choice comments to Sammy about the VA mess and about the Senator who charged that Benghazi was a racially motivated ploy. Comments, comments. Air conditioner is broken but my fix-it honey is working on it. Facebook finally came on thanks to something. So here I am reporting my day. Love you all. (Oh, those circle things are called washers.)

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One major change from that day. I had no idea what blogging was. I’m glad I’ve lived these seven years. Would I sound too much like Mr. Rogers if I say, “I’m glad you’re my friend,” 😀

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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10 Responses to A LOOK BACK – MAY 2014

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    From one Mr. Rogers to another – ditto!

  2. You’re an awesome friend. So glad you found blogging! 🙂

  3. I’m super glad you’re mine!!!!

  4. Dawn Marie says:

    I am happy to be your (cyber-space) neighbor!! And I am so proud of all the many efforts you have made to navigate through this twisty-turned blogging world. HUGS for your many accomplishments!!

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