Frequent flier or frequent fretter? Share with Sylvia.
Twenty seven words that may be worth bringing back to life. Shared with us by Bad Girl Chats pal Karl. Here’s one. For the rest, check out http://www.buzzfeed.com/lukelewis/27-delightful-obsolete-words-its-high-time-we-revived
Meaning: To silently watch someone while they are eating, hoping to be invited to join them.
As in: It’s hard to enjoy your meal when the guy opposite is groaking you the whole time.
Do New Yorkers, more than other groups in the U.S., fear that they might miss something?
What if a bunch of your pals were going to an outdoor event like the ubiquitous hamburger fests all over our neighborhoods and you said, “Count me out. Been there done that!” and you missed some fabulous eye-opening surprise?
More from the annals of stuff found while looking for something else.
I knew I had a small white photo album, perfect for the Senior Center’s fifth birthday. I would take out the few photos in the album, write Happy 5th Birthday on the front with cartoon letters and “Bob’s your uncle” (one of my favorite sayings from the Brits. I can never remember that story behind that saying, but it seems to fit all situations. Here is one and another from the web.)
Two of the photos inside were touching images of men helping women or little girls. One is Frank he was the husband of one of my mother’s best friends. All of the best friends (3) had girls at the same time. Frank is grinning and holding my hand and Jackie’s (his eldest daughter) walking with us to some event in the park. Why are we so dressed up for the park? We have special hair dos. Upswept and made into biscuits. Probably had a lot of pins holding those dos up. Jackie has dark red hair and is squinting in every picture she took.
The second photo is in a bus station. I am going somewhere, by myself, maybe back to Chicago to visit my family. My husband, dressed in his usual dreadful summer outfit (shorts and dark socks with heavy brown shoes – he’s Hungarian, that’s how they dressed) is patiently re arranging my suitcase. I look like I’m helping, but I’m sure I’m not. August would be our 100th (or something like that) wedding anniversary. Lately, I’ve been looking at cards to send him. He’s been married three times. But he has a soft spot for the wife of his youth.