BOO!!!!!!

Memories of trick or treat night

Back in the 60’s when I was a child, I remembered 
using my pillowcase to gather my loot throughout the
neighborhood.

I remember it lasting for hours and hours.  

I remember going back to the same house because this 
sweet old lady gave dimes when her candy was all gone.  

I remember getting full size candy bars at nearly every house.  

I remember not needing a parent to walk with me.  

I remember walking forever and ever and not being
concerned about who was walking towards me.  

I remember my pillowcase getting so heavy I would
have my big brother carry it for me.  

I remember dumping all our candy in the middle of the
living room floor and breathing in all the different smells.

I'm glad that some things stay in my memories.

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Knitting a scarf was on my “Happy Thoughts”calendar
for today.  The thought that came rolling through my
mind was seventh grade home economics.  Do they even
give home ec. class anymore?  Okay, anyway this nightmare
scarf...get this, I used pink and red yarn and it started out
probably 8 inches wide and by the time it was long enough
to wrap around my neck it was over 14 inches wide!  

How did that happen?

I gave my knitting needles to a classmate and thought
if I wanted to I would buy another set when I reach the
ripe old age of 40- something.  

Hmm...I haven’t bought them yet! 


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Rain on my parade  
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled
for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the
trip to the hairdresser,who responded, "Rome? Why
would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty.
You're crazy to go to Rome.

So, how are you getting there?"   We're taking Continental,"
was the reply. "We got a great rate!"   "Continental?" exclaimed
the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.  Their planes are old,
their flight attendants are ugly and they're  always late.

So, where are you staying in Rome?"   "We'll be at this exclusive
little place over on Rome's Tiber River  called Teste."  
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks
it's  gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a
dump, the  worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small,
the service is surly  and they're overpriced.

So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"   "We're going to
go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."  
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser, "You and a million
other  people trying to see him. He'll look the size of
an ant. Boy, good  luck on this lousy trip of yours.
You're going to need it."  

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo.
The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.  
"It was wonderful!" exclaimed the woman, "Not only
were we on time in  one of Continental's brand new planes,
but it was overbooked and they  bumped us up to first class.
The food and wine were wonderful, and I  had a handsome
28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.   
And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million  
remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the
city.  They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and
gave us their  owner's suite at no extra charge!"  

Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good,
but I know  you didn't get to see the Pope."   "Actually,
we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican a  
Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained
that the Pope  likes to meet some of the visitors, and if
I'd be so kind as to step  into his private room and wait
the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five
minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and  
shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."  

"Oh, really! What'd he say?"   

He said, "Where'd you get the crappy haircut?"

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Kindness is the oil that takes friction out of life.        
Author Unknown 

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Hugs, Happiness and Harmony! Julie