Hello Dear Readers! What shall we do today? Hm . . . Oh I know! Let’s look at how Moms have been portrayed as Brain Dead through the decades. As it just so happens, I found a few vintage cookbooks that we can use to contrast and compare.
Brain Dead Mom from 1937
Brain Dead Mom from 1953:
Brain Dead Mom from 1959
Brain Dead Mom From 1965
I have a feeling there are lots and lots of other examples of Brain Dead Moms Through the Decades out there on the shelves of my favorite thrift store! And I make this pledge to you, Dear Readers, that I will not rest until I have messed up everything on the shelf looking for them!
Hello Dear Readers. Well, if this is Wednesday, it must be Friday. Because at this blog, Wednesdays are the new Fridays!
That’s because Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple is the gracious hostess of Friday Fictioneers even though she doesn’t serve refreshments (that I know of) — where writers are inspired to write a 100-word story based on the weekly posted picture. Here’s this week’s picture:
Louise Goes on a Date
But Louise, how could you borrow a Pietro Pairajelli dressfrom your place of work to wear to the movies with Howard?
“Well, I didn’t know we’d get robbed waiting in line, and they’d steal the Pietro Pairajelli and Howard’s toupee — the only two things we had of value. I had to watch the movie in my slip, Betty, and poor Howard caught pneumonia and died.”
“From the draft on his head?”
“Uh huh. And now I’ll be fired.”
“Wait! Isn’t that the Pietro Pairajelli over there on the fire escape, Louise?”
You’re the luckiest person on earth, Louise!
“I know, huh.”
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And there you have it Dear Readers. This week’s story came in at 104 words no matter how much I tried to cram it into 100 — some stories just refuse to cooperate!
Dear Readers. I would like to make a formal apology at this time to the decade of the 1970’s. Lately, I’ve been mercilessly picking on how strange, weird and downright creepy the seventies were. But then, after not thinking about it very much, I decided who cares? So join me won’t you as we laugh at the seventies and not with them.
Let’s flip through the pages of this Woman’s Day Knit & Stitch Magazine from 1973, shall we?
She’s a 70’s Gal, and she’s all gussied up in the knitted robe and matching knitted knickers she knitted! knitted! knitted! herself! Because in the seventies, not only did gals know how to knit! — they also knew how to pretend they were actually going to wear the stuff they knitted out in public! But you never actually saw anyone out and about wearing a get-up such as this one, except for maybe Mick Jagger who combined a hat deceitfully tipped below one eye and a scarf (but it was apricot.)
Have Beach Mat Will Travel Will Not Have Fun!
And there you have it, Dear Reader. Today’s romp through the ridiculous fields the the 70’s. I hope you had as much fun as I did laughing at the 70’s expense!
Hello Dear Readers! It’s Wedfrinesday again. Where writers are challenged to stretch their synapses in the Making-Stuff-Up Hemisphere of the brain every Friday by writing a 100-word story from a picture prompt posted on Wednesday by Rochell Wisoff-Fields!
I know it sounds confusing the way I’m explaining it. But that’s because while I was stretching my synapses, I got a cramp . . .
When Sally saw the condition of the phone, her heart — which was located almost in the middle of her chest — (but too far to the left for her boyfriend, Charlie’s liking) — sank.
Sally’s eyes welled up with tears nearly simultaneously-; the right welling faster than the left (something Charlie abhorred). Sally grabbed the receiver with her right-hand while wiping tears away with her left and dialed Charlie’s number with her nose — located basically in the middle (but off centered enough to be unattractive Charlie thought) of Sally’s face.
Dear Readers! I’ve been away from my blog for four whole days! My kids visited, and we all whooped it up Vernon Style in a combination, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Spring Birthday, Memorial Day celebration! Gosh we had a good time! We figure it will hold us over until June when we’ll all get together again to celebrate National Accordion Month! (Can! Not! Wait!)
But Dear Readers, as you know, life isn’t all fun and games. No siree! Sometimes life is a serious business and as such, you have to get the most out of every single minute — which brings us to today’s topic:
What Color Is Your Parachute You Wish You Had Right Now?
Clear and Present Danger, Tell Me Something I Don’t Know Edition
Amy Vanderbilt’s Complete Book of Swinging Back and Fourth Etiquette
The Pit and Hey Lookee Me I’m the Pendulum
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People Who Can’t Breath
Literally Lord of the Flies
The Agony and the Ecstasy Only Ixnay on the Ecstasyay
Ο Things to Do Before You Die, The Heavily Discounted Edition
And there you have it, Dear Readers! Now, I must admit, this post was a little weird even for me. I’m blaming it on too much cake while whooping it up with the family. I’m really going to have to watch it at next months National Accordion Celebration!