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Look what the younger crowd has done to me…

It was bound to happen.  Hanging with the younger crowd has led to me to say something that even has me shaking my head.

I have had the good fortune for most of my life to have little ones around.  As a nurse I have been blessed to witness quite a few babies take their first breaths.  I am an expert at quick diaper changes and swaddling!

When my kids got older I had  a niece and nephew come along to keep me in step with the toddler crowd.

Just as they started getting bigger we started having grandchildren.  We had one a year for five years.  Our youngest grandson , Tristun evened things out last December making it 3 boys and 3 girls.

So it had to happen.  My brain got stuck in toddler mode.

Paul and I went to the movies on Sat.  It was a rainy day and the theater was crowded so we rushed to find seats.  Not wanting to have the movie interrupted by the call of nature  I left Paul to save our seats and made the customary before movie pit stop.

After I returned I settled into my seat, turned to Paul and said …

” Don’t you have to go potty”?

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I realized what I said as soon as I said it , gasped and then burst out laughing.  Paul wasn’t so amused.  He was grateful I had used my “inside voice” and not announced it to the whole theater.

I think I need to start hanging out with an older crowd.

Too bad “Everybody Loves Raymond” isn’t still in production.  I am sure they could have made a whole show out of this one.

Reality shows are never as good as real life.    Feel free to share those funny moments in your life so I know I am not alone!

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My life as a sitcom, part 3! (another Bettyism)

My parents, both 85, own a computer.  I am happy to say that it is  more than an expensive way to play solitaire.  My father uses it to keep up with friends, find and send jokes, and when the stars are aligned he can open up photos sent to him  and my Mom of their 10  great grandkids.

I never trust that the stars will be aligned.  It is actually less  frustrating to send them photos via real/snail mail.

My mother doesn’t really understand the computer or the internet.  She prefers landlines to cell phones and facebook  just baffles her.   She loves to send real mail.  I have lots of memories of her sitting in the kitchen writing letters every morning when I would come down to breakfast.

The mix of technology and the tried and true ways often leads to some humorous moments.

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Recently my sister phoned me and said that she had told Mom her electric was out and to use the cell phone.  She was irritated because when the electric did come back on there were 15  thirty seconds or longer voicemails on her landline from Mom.  In each message my Mother was getting more and more irritated that my sister had not returned her calls.

“I don’t know why she did that, I told her our electricity was out”

I was a little puzzled myself but finally figured it out.  My Mom may be 85 but she is still pretty sharp.  She can also be very literal in her thinking.

So this is what she heard ”  Susan’s electricity is out so I have to use the cell”  Great, I can do that!

The next time she  needed to call Susan she got my Dad’s cell and called Susan’s landline!  15 times!

Makes sense to me.

And this is why I should probably write my own sitcom!

I found this the other day and it had all the earmarks of a Bettyism!. Enjoy!

When Mom thinks you run the internet

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Friends don’t let friends ride their bikes naked!

Well its true!  Actually I am pretty adamant about not letting my friends ride naked.  Those that do get me riled up and on my soapbox.

Wait.  Maybe I should clarify naked.

OR

Maybe I should have gone with my first choice for a title which was really a question.

What do ER nurses call people who ride naked?

Have I got your attention?

Good and you will be relieved to know that it’s not THAT kind of naked.   Its the nothing on your   head kind of naked as in:

No bike helmet

Hang in here with me and I promise it will be worth your while.

Actually if you are a grown adult and choose not to wear a helmet then I guess its your choice.  I have heard everything from

  • it’s uncomfortable
  • messes my hair up
  • too much trouble
  • just haven’t bought one yet
  • they are ugly
  • never wore one as a kid.

I never wore one as a kid either but  as the saying goes:

” when we know better we do better”.

As for the rest of the excuses, sounds like a lot of inexcusable whining to me.

Here is what gets me on my soapbox.  Most bike helmet laws are for kids 14  and under. I guess brains older than 14 are expendable??

AND lately I have been seeing  several Moms out riding with their kids.  ALL the kids have helmets on, the Moms do not.

WHAT??

Guess its “do as I say, not as I do time”    Holy cow.

Here are a few stats for those of you who like to ride with a naked head.   I was surprised at the ages of most fatalities.

From the Nation Highway Traffic Safety Administration:

  • Wearing a bike helmet can reduce your chance of head injury 85%.
  • Most helmet laws are for kids 14 and under.
  • 87% of  fatal bicycle crashes happen to people 16 and older.
  • Average age of injury  30 years old
  • Average age of fatality 41 years old

Just so you know that if 85% of all kids wore bike helmets the lifetime medical savings would be between $197 million and $256 milllion.

Now if we can only get those knuckle head Moms to put one on.

So remember these two things:

What DO most ER nurses call people who don’t wear bike helmets ( or as I like to call it, riding naked) ?

ORGAN DONORS

And on a lighter note:

Have fun with it..who says you can’t make a fashion statement with a bike helmet ?  Not this guy!Cristiano

Go put your helmet !  NOW !

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Grandma’s T-shirt had a best friend too! Who knew?

Remember how I discovered my t-shirt has a best-friend?   Well it turns out that party in our  closest has been going on for generations.

My grandmother was born in 1902 and lived a full 90 years.    That is a lot of party time for her bra’s and shirts blouses.  Honestly I am not sure she ever ever wore a t-shirt.

How do I know the party started generations ago?  Well look what I found in a box of memorabilia that belonged to my Grandma.

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Whoa!  Go Grandma!

When she was a young ingenue, Victoria’s Secret truly was a secret yet to be revealed.

I imagine the bras my grandmother endured were built for function ( probably by a man) and not all that attractive or comfortable but they managed to have friends anyways.

One can only imagine what this friend did for my Grandma…

Inside bosom friend

Carried her

  • Extra cash
  • smokes
  • number of her next hook up ( sorry grams)
  • gum
  • lipstick
  • ???

I only wish Grandma had left some hint as to what she really did carry.  Come to think of it my Grandma hailed form West Virginia.

Where is that box of memorabilia?  When I find it my guess is I’ll find a cute little flask, just big enough to hold a few sips of moonshine and small enough to fit in her bosom buddy.

Rock on Grandma..that is a true bosom buddy!

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