Mama Kat’s Thanksgiving Post

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Mama Kat’s Thanksgiving Post

Naturally today being the most important holiday to our American friends all five of this week’s prompts are about Thanksgiving; favourite recipes, traditions, fav memory, poems and who is cooking the turkey.  There are a considerable number of us outside the festivities but this does not exclude us from participating or giving thanks.

Thankfulness is international.  That is, the celebration and appreciation of thanks.  We can all be thankful but of course we do not have to be either. And what we are thankful for depends on age.  When I was a child I was thankful for a new toy perhaps.  I tend to think children were actually more thankful back then, but I could be wrong.

Even though it is popular, not just today to express our thankfulness, I wonder if some of us are really capable of giving sincere thanks or if we just say it.  I have met people so embittered by life they could not see anything to be glad of.  I wonder if in spite of what we have if we are losing our ability to be thankful, if we are just becoming expectant.

I won’t give a list of the things I am grateful for today, I will just give thanks that I am grateful.  It takes heart to be capable of thankfulness and to have heart we must have the ability to feel for others not ourselves.  Thankfulness is not about ourselves, it is about all we are connected to outside of, which then becomes inside of us.

So no thanksgiving here, just a blessing:

MAY ALL TODAY, WHETHER ALONE OR WITH OTHERS, FIND THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS TOUCHED.

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On a Much Lighter Note..Mama Kat’s First Slow Dance With a Boy

Thank Goodness for Mama Kat and her Thursday blog challenge. This week’s prompts:

2.) Tell us about your song.
4.) Slow dancing with boys…talk about one of your first school dance experiences.

It’s a two for one kind of deal!

Once upon a time, long long ago, say around 1959, my public school, J. F. Carmichael held a dance every second Friday in the evening. It was called Club 87 as it was only open to these two grades. Our parents took turns chaperoning the event which from time to time could be embarrassing if they tried to actually dance because not one of us could imagine people that ancient actually dancing.

Not exactly how it was but...

Now the interesting thing about our age group is that many of the girls were taller than the boys who had not yet reached their growth spurt. If you ever saw the movie Grease (and I hope all have) there is a dance scene in the gym where the girls line up on one side and the boys on the other each group getting support from their peers, girls tapping their feet and boys shuffling theirs and doing their best to appear manly in dress slacks and ties. All being very shy and all shucks about it.

I don’t even remember his name but he was dashing in his slicked dark slicked back hair. As we danced in proper form he drew me closer and his head was at the level of my mouth. Turning his head I got a mouthful of Brylcreem as I was about to speak. Brlycreem..a little dab’l do ya…so the advert went but in his desire for the ultimate cool he had used way more than that little dab.

A small matter because the song they were playing was Paul Anka‘s ‘Put Your Head on My Shoulder‘. Well at least he could put his head on mine.  And it was perfect.

It doesn’t matter where I am, if I hear that song I am immediately transported back to that gym and my first slow dance with Mr. Brylcreem…..sigh.  It was wonderful.

hmmm I was taller he was shorter

PAUL ANKA
“Put Your Head On My Shoulder”
 

Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won’t you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love
(You and I will fall in love)

People say that love’s a game
A game you just can’t win
If there’s a way
I’ll find it someday
And then this fool with rush in

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too
(Tell me that you love me too)

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder

 

Thank you Photobucket.

10 Please Come Back TV Shows for Mama Kat

Well that Mama Kat hit it pretty good this week with her list of prompts which includes 10 TV shows you’d like to see back. I figure the list will reflect the age of each blogger and therein lays a lot of the fun!
 
My Wish List is:
 
1). Annie Oakley 1954-1957 and starred Gail Davis as a big sister to Tagg her brother who were orphaned and lived in Diablo Arizona with their uncle who was the sheriff. That girl could ride, shoot and each week captured some outlaws all the while wearing exactly the same fringed cowgirl outfit and being adored by the deputy Lofty. She was savvy, smart, and set a pretty good standard for young girls everywhere.
 
2). Father Knows Best 1954-1960 and starred Robert Young as the all wise Jim Anderson. Jim and his wife Margaret parented Bud, Princess and Kitten. Both parents and children made mistakes and learned from them and each show taught us something about values. It’s funny that I heard criticism in later years that this series created unrealistic expectations for those of us growing up. I guess it was better to have shows like Married ..with Children that taught kids and parents to be rude, crude and mouthy.
 
3). The Ed Sullivan Show ran for an incredible 23 years from 1948-1971. We watched it every Sunday night. Other than the jugglers and plate spinners it was the best entertainment anywhere. That’s where I first saw Elvis, the Beatles, The Rolling Stones. No chat just pure live performance.
 

 

4). I love Lucy in it’s original purest form ran from 1951-1957. What’s not to like…ditzy wife, good looking husband stirred together with the original BFFs Fred and Ethel.
 

 

5). Bonanza 1959-1973 starred Lorne Greene as Pa Cartwright with 3 adult sons; Adam, Hoss and Little Joe. Every teenage girl loved Little Joe but I never went for the obvious cute guys. It was Adam, Pernell Roberts dark and brooding in black that rang my chimes and covered my bedroom wall and ceiling.
 
6). The Andy Griffith Show 1960-1968 was just such a laid back wholesome break with Andy, Opie, Aunt Bee and Barney at the core. Barney as Andy’s deputy could not be trusted with a loaded weapon and was allowed to carry only one bullet – in his pocket.
 

 

7). Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In 1968-1973 was the best consistently comedic show of all time and truly was a laugh in. We got to meet Goldie Hawn for the first time and added new phrases to our every day language like, Sock it to me, Verrry interesting and Look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls.
 
8). The Saint, The Avengers, The Man from U.N.C.L.E All classy spy and anti spy adventures! Whatever happened to class and finesse??
 

 

9). Hawaii Five O 1968-1980 the original with Steve McGarrett sayingBook em Danno weekly. Nice scenery, nice cops.

 

 
 
10). Ben Casey 1961-1968 with Vince Edwards made hospital whites very very hot as well as a large portion of the female audience.
 

 

 

Thanks Mama Kat what a nice trip down memory lane!

Mama I am Promptless!

Good Ol Mama

This week’s prompts and I got nuthin!

.) Girls Night Out! Describe the last time you got to hang out with your friends? What stops you from doing this more often?
2.) If Social Media died tomorrow, describe another hobby you might get into.
3.) Share a Summer Camp memory.
4.) We’re too old to be getting in trouble…aren’t we? Write about a time you were scolded…as an adult.
5.) Barefoot and hormonal…describe an incident that upset you when you were pregnant, but now looking back makes you laugh.
 
Mama I am Promptless!!!
 
Oh my! My nightmare has come true. Prompts yes Inspiration No. I am museless, clueless.
What am I to do?
 
Girls’night out? Yes without a doubt the best at an old four hundred year old country bar, Commercial by name, but home just the same. Beer. music, dance, and maybe by chance, a cowboy.
 
Social media died? I cried. Or not. Then to the street corner, speaker’s corner to spread my message far and wide.
 
Summer camp? It was damp. And buggy and hot and a snake crawled out of our portipot.
 
Old and in trouble? Don’t break my bubble cause trouble and scolding just keeps molding.
 
Barefoot and hormonal? Oh Lord it’s just normal. Preggie and menopausal and all things between.
 
So Mama I fail you and I fail me. When I find that muse he is getting such a beating!
 

Breaking Fashion Rules for Mama Kat and the Keyword Here is ‘Breaking’

Mama Kat

The prompt I chose for today’s Writer’s Workshop is:

4.) In honor of the “white” after Memorial Day rule, name a fashion rule that you either break or enforce.

 It was surprisingly difficult to find an adequate definition of ‘fashion rules’ and I have never been able to actually pinpoint just who determines fashion.   Google never lets me down, nor does Wikipedia but today the search took a little longer.  Or it would have if I had been in the mood to look.  I can’t say I have ever been ‘out of fashion’ but that is because of friends who are just a little too enthusiastic about fashion rules.  It just isn’t a biggie with me.

 Ask.com had some good information.  The question was, ‘What is your number one fashion rule’? 

And the answer was,  ‘Underwear almost always goes on the inside’.  It made sense to me, but then I have seen that particular rule broken more than once.  I guess that is why the word ‘almost’ is there.

 I tried to think of a fashion icon and unfortunately remembered on the news the other day; Lady Gaga was presented with an award for her fashion sense. I swear!

 I went to facebook to look at pics posted by friends to see what they were wearing.  It’s all very casual these days.  I must admit I did not see anyone with underwear on the outside so that is a good thing.

 I used to like the fashions of the sixties.  It was neat, feminine and I happily embraced the rules then and everything matched.

 My sister-in-law keeps up on fashion and frankly I cannot wrap my mind around some of it.  For instance, did you know that your purse should no longer match anything?  And your shoes shouldn’t match anything? In fact the latest thing is that you should wear a neutral color shoe with a black dress?

 White before or after Memorial Day does not matter to me at all.  It depends strictly on the weather.

 There is only one fashion rule I adhere to and that one was made by my niece.

“Never ever dress like an old lady.”  Unfortunately I came across a morning fashion advice show that showed clothing that no one over forty should wear AND there before me on public TV was my entire wardrobe.  It’s a darn good thing I don’t really care!

Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop Flaws in My Genes?

Mama Kat

 

Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop Flaws in My Genes?

 Some weeks a prompt is difficult.  This week there is several I could address but the most interesting is:  3.) Describe a talent or flaw that seems to be in your genes.

 Now I would prefer that all my flaws were gene induced otherwise I would have to recognize and deal with character flaws and that would never do.  Or should I be thinking my genes are not at all flawed that the g pool is perfect and that I in some way screwed them up?  Not a chance.  The nice thing about flawed genetic material is that its not my fault and I just need to work on overcoming, enhancing and perfecting them. After all we are recipients of said material at birth.  Right?

 Now my research shows that genetic disposition is usually related to passing on disease.  There is a strong argument that behavioral traits are in fact as much as or more of a social thing.  The basic assumption being that genetic traits are unchangeable. I believe that my personal study of six decades renders that balderdash.  So lets look at nature vs nurture which could be a whole other discussion but seems to fit here – in my mind at least.

 1)     Loquacious – meaning talkative or verbose in the extreme, can also be translated into verbal diarrhea.  Surely this has to be genetic. I believe, with no scientific proof at all, that my cave dweller ancestors fell into one of the primordial gene pools floating around at that time and absorbed a substantial amount of this material.  Of course they did not know it at the time as there were no words but by george when there were words, that particular line has not shut up since.

2)     The untidy gene – meaning untidy of course. Ah this is a gene I fight daily. As one comedian once said,  ‘My mother said it takes just as long to drop it on the floor as it does to hang it up.’  Scientific studies have shown that no; dropping is much quicker than hanging. (Although I am pretty good now on this one, proving this trait can indeed be changed.)

3)     Self Perception – why I perceive myself as Queen, as special, as a genetic pool worth dipping in…oh…so that is not genetics…uh huh..oh…delusions maybe.  Will think that one out a bit more.

4)     The cooking gene – This one is proff yet again that genetic traits are changeable.  I used to have it when my family was young. I gave fabulous dinners people raved about.  But I lost it.  Perhaps it is a recessive gene that can be recovered. Lets hope.

5)     The, I get lost anywhere gene – No sense of direction in a world where so many others do not?  That is definitely gene related, it just has to be.  In south Texas I never got lost.  Roads are straight there, but put a slight curve in the road and all the GPS units of the world cannot save me.

 You know I could go on forever it seems.  That may be TMI.  Lets just say I will stop there but I now realize as I start to tidy up my environment I should also start on that particular pool and perhaps change the thinking that genetic traits are in fact changeable.

 

Ten Fav Things For Mama Kat

The Wedding

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My Current 10 Favs Include more than one person.
 
1) I love Kilts and Best Brothers – and yes the kilt was worn au naturel as demanded by tradition.
 

Groom Kilt Brother in Tux

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2) I love the women who make my sons happy!  Heidi who has been married to
 
Tom for 9 years and says she could not have had a more perfect husband, and
 
Mary Beth or MB who has just married my son in the Kilt.
 
 
3) I love that both men are good men, well regarded, who love laughter and
 
general silliness and are devoted to their wives.
 
 
4) I loved this wedding that was so laid back that when the minister asked what
 
symbols they brought to signify their love, the bride answered our rings..but
 
they are in the other room.  Yes everyone chuckled and waited while the maid
 
of honor set off to retrieve them.
 
 
5)  I love my exhusband who gave a wonderful speech about his son and even
 
the exe’s wife who to my knowledge had no disparaging remarks to make about
 
me…at least that I heard.
 
 
6) I love my son, the groom, Ryan, who believes in his roots and family and
 
who wore a kilt to honor my mothers family the Jenkins.
 
 
7)  I love my son Thomas for his devotion to his family, his crazy humor, and
 
his wild appreciation of life.
 
 
8)  I love MB’s family who have taken Ryan as one of their own.
 
 
9)  I love my sister Jane who provides more support than she can ever know.
 
And yes the bra..when she saw my perfect dress she said a strapless bra would
 
be perfect.  I do not have one I said.  Yes! you do she said as she whipped
 
her dress off and promptly gave me hers.  Right there.  Right then!
 
 
10)  I love my grandsons..Tom and Heidi’s sons who think I am the coolest
 
grandma in the world..because I tell them so
 
 
And really there has to be one more..sorry Mama Kat I know I am breaking the rules. 
 
11) I love every reader, every one of you who comments on my blog.  You are the best!
 

Mama

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