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A MAGICAL TIME

8/4/2015

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WE'RE LOYAL TO YOU, ALBURNETT.
WE'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE, ALBURNETT.
OUR TEAM IS THE GREATEST VICTOR -
ON BOYS, FOR WE EXPECT A                                                                                                                         VICTORY FROM YOU, ALBURNETT

                                                     Our school song     

Yup, Saturday night was hilarious.  Hubby and I had our class reunion. It definitely was a magical time (or a real trip back in time).  I have not laughed so hard in years.  Everyone was so nice and looked amazingly good (for oldsters).  Friend Jodi came all the way from California.  She is our "big city" girl.  She is really into guns and shooting, and brought her new toy - a stungun, which I kept mistakenly calling a taser.  Yeah,  she came a'packing.  I had to laugh when I got out my phone to check something and she chastised me for still carrying a "flip" phone.  I only carry a phone  for quick calls from Hubby, my kids or a brief conversation with someone trying to get hold of me.  I don't text, or go online by phone, or refer to a calendar constantly.  I wouldn't mind the nice pictures that the smart phones take, though.   I found out some startling info from the high school days that I wasn't aware of.   One of  the guys was saying that when we went on our class trip to Chicago, one of my girlfriends (who is a total riot) and he decided to sneak out of our hotel and explore the Windy City - late at night - by themselves - traveling on the subway!!!!!!!  They encountered four Black Panther members who tried to give them a pamphlet about their "club" and my girlfriend told them, "We don't want any of your damn magazines!"  The guy said he just stood there, thinking, "Oh, God, I am going to die in Chicago and nobody knows where we are!"  The Panthers left them alone.  They probably recognized "hick" kids from rural America.  LOL

When I typed out the school song (shown above) I guess I never noticed how sexist it is.  We had girl sports, yet the school only cheers on the guys.  Whatever.

LATEST COMMERCIAL COMMENTS:  Years ago, my dad gave me a cookie jar in the shape of the Pillsbury Doughboy.  Since Hubby loves Oreos, I would buy one package and that would completely fill it to overflowing.  He actually had to eat a few cookies in order to get the lid completely on.  That was the good old days.  Now I have to buy two packages and that doesn't even fill the jar completely.  Last month I counted the number of cookies in their "family" pack (39 cookies).  This month there are only 36 cookies per package.  AND NOW THEY ARE ADVERTISING THEIR NEW THIN OREO!!!! (it looks like it is about as wide as a fifty cent piece).  I wonder how many packages it would take to fill that same cookie jar.

I am feeling quite well.  I see my oncologist next month just for a check-up.  I only have 4 years and 4 months left of taking the "fat" medicine.  Whatever.  OH!  by the way.  If anyone is interested in walking in the breast cancer walk Sunday October 4th. please let me know so we can sign you up.  I had hesitated about going this year.  I did it once and it was great, but then I didn't know if anyone would want to go this year, too.  But it's for a good cause, and Jenna, Alec, Cate, Abby, and I are definitely walking anyway.  Anyhoo, if ( and only IF) it works out for any of you, just let me know.


In closing, I will leave you with yet another UH OH Kids ditty    :)


                                                     HENRY BUNCH WON'T EAT HIS LUNCH

Henry Bunch won't eat his lunch.
He wanted sweets and candy.
His mother cooked him such good food.
Who ate it?  His dog, Mandy!

Underneath the table top
He dropped food by his feet.
Mandy quickly ate it up
While he asked for a treat.

His mother saw his nice clean plate.
She looked a little frownie.
"You certainly ate your lunch fast
But, okay, here's a brownie."

Henry thought he was so smart.
Each day, he pulled this trick.
He'd also sneak some cakes and pies . . .
"Til one day he got sick!

His teeth began to fall right out.
They'd rotted to the core.
His mother shook her head at him
And said, "NO SWEETS!  NO MORE!"


Well, Henry lost all of his teeth.
He can't eat foods that crunch.
Now when he sits down to a meal
It's always mush for lunch!

                                                                     GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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