Posts made in December, 2018

Some Assembly Required, Really?

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Some Assembly Required, Really?

What does the word “some” mean?  Unknown or unspecified?  Evidently, “some assembly required” has changed since I last put something together. Maybe I expect too much or don’t understand how it all works.  Why would you ship a product in a box that is big enough for it to be fully assembled, if it needs to be put together?  Just shove those pieces in a smaller box! The picture of the play kitchen I ordered looked like a “one-piecer” to me.  Dang thangy is made of plastic, just make a mold big enough for the whole “shebang” and pour in the...

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Why You Can’t Take Me Anywhere

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Why You Can’t Take Me Anywhere

Anyone who knows me knows that I see the humor in everything and maybe laugh out loud when it shouldn’t happen. Sometimes, I don’t start out trying to be funny but then it just happens. A couple of days ago, it happened, not just once but every time a thought came into my head and believe me, thoughts don’t just happen there very often. Okay, my brother-in-law and his wife invited me to take a trip up the country to attend a funeral.  Bless their hearts, they had no idea what they were in for.  Normally, they share a quiet ride together when they take road trips, but this...

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Dearest Fancy

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Dearest Fancy

Frank was really worried about our future in his last letter. Even though he was getting upset and depressed, after a few days of thinking deeply, I knew Frank would come back with the strength that was in him, realize how much I loved him, how proud I was of him, and together as a team, we would work out the future. The next letter proves how resilient Frank was. October 17, 1971 Dear Nancy, Dearest Francy, huh?  Well, I’m in a fancy mood tonight.  Are you over the shock yet?  Yep, old grouchy nasty me is in a fairly decent mood.  No, I’m not feeling sorry for myself and...

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Wife of a Shorty

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Wife of a Shorty

Frank was coming home, not in eighty-three days, but in thirty-three. After receiving the letter telling me of Frank getting a drop of fifty days, I called everybody to tell them that he would be coming home soon. Excitement and happiness totally overwhelmed me. I received a letter from Frank the next day and he was so overwhelmed, happy, and excited too. October 26, 1971 Dearest Nancy, I love you!  You had better get your stuff together woman.  Big daddy will be there most rickety tick!  That’s right.  That letter you got yesterday was no lie.  We have 32 days left in this _ _ _ _ _ _...

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Last Days Are Scary

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Last Days Are Scary

Frank was experiencing lots of things in his final days in Vietnam.  He was experiencing recurring dreams of us together again nearly every night. My every thought was about Frank.  He was constantly on my mind and I could not wait to see him, hold him, and tell him how much I loved him.  My dreams were all about him. Of course, the Army was wanting him to re-up, but they did not have a chance of talking him into re-enlisting because four years in the Army had been quite enough for Frank and me.  We wanted no more separations from each other. Frank sent me brochures that were normally given...

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