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An 80’s Trend I Can Live With

Ed and I were at the food court at a mall one day, and as a teen walked by, Ed and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. Between the fwoopy hairstyle, Members Only jacket, skinny jeans and high tops, this kid looked like he walked straight out of a Molly Ringwald movie.

I have an old denim jacket hanging in the closet, and each time I wonder if I should wear it again, I wish I had bought just a plain, classic denim jacket, not the baggy, acid-washed jacket I did buy back in the 80’s. I can do without the styles that are coming back. I used to look good in skinny jeans, but no more. If you ask me, the high-teased Aqua Net bangs just shouldn’t come back. (I haven’t seen any yet!) As for parachute pants…well, I never understood those.

But just look at these cute little leg warmers I bought for Emmy! They keep her legs nice and warm on a cold winter’s day, especially on our way to ballet class.

Adorable, right?

Just don’t ask me to tear out the collar of all my sweatshirts, Flashdance-style!

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The Bumblebee Story

Melissa, founder of Bigger Picture Blogs, and I are reading Wild Minds: Living the Writer’s Life by Natalie Goldberg. In her latest post about Wild Mind, Melissa apologizes for being behind in her reading, but if she’s behind, than I am way, way behind!

In Chapter 15, Natalie challenges us, the readers, to do an oral “I remember.” She tells us to do them with friends, and so here in the blogging world, telling a story means doing a vlog. In the following video, I tell about one of my first memories. (If you are reading this post in your email, please click to Lemon Drop Pie to watch the video.)

This story may sound familiar to some of you; I wrote about it a while back for Mommy’s Piggy Tales. Here’s what I wrote:

When I was little, I spent the whole summer with bare feet. So it is no surprise to me that I remember having bare feet when we were moving from Nebraska to Illinois.

I was three years old, and we were spending the night in a hotel. My grandparents, your great-grandma and grandpa, were helping us move, and Grandpa Jim was driving the moving truck. We got to the hotel first, and as we saw Grandpa Jim pulling the truck into the parking lot, I ran down the sidewalk waving to him. Great-Grandpa was just behind me, and he saw something I didn’t see — a big ol’ bumblebee, flying down from the roof of the hotel straight for my big toe! He ran up behind me, grabbed me under the arms, (I remember seeing his brown shoes) and yanked me away from that bee!

That bee had a one-track mind, and he stung my big toe anyway! It hurt like the dickens! Grandma Loreeta immediately put some ice in a bowl, and we soaked my toe in ice water. That made my toe feel a lot better!

Thank you for joining me on my trip down memory lane!