Okay so here we are and it is time for Friday Questions! WHAT?!!!! It's not Friday anymore? Crap! I swear I'm getting a case of Altzies! This makes two Fridays in a row that I am not on top on the ball here.....

Okay.... okay...... settle down my little chickadees and I will post em anyway. Ready? Here we go!

 

1.  How many TV's do you have in your home?

2.  Do you keep the resolutions you make?

3.  What would you say is your best feature?

4.  Have you ever had a wet willy? What about a wet wilma?

5.  How many hours of television do you watch in a week?

6.  Do you have any regrets?

7.  When is the last time you whispered sweet somethings in someone's ear?

8.  What is your least favorite color?

9.  When is the last time you went to an amusement park?

10. Name someone you looked up to as a kid other than your parents.

11. Do you sunbathe in the summer months?

12. What is your favorite animal?

13. Do you exercise? What do you do?

14. What is your favorite morning cereal?

15. Do you drink Gaterade? What flavor?

16. Candlelight or moonlight?

17. Favorite CD at the moment?

18. Do you own stuffed animals?

19. M&M's or Snickers bar?

20. Would you ever visit a nudist beach?

 

Well that's it for this week.... I'll try to get back on track next week.-- Later Peeps!

Bear hugs!

PolarB ;)

 

This is me when I was a little whipper-snapper! I think I was about seven years old. I lived in Madisonville with my great Aunt Maude and uncle Clarence. Aunt Maudie as I used to call her was my paternal grandmother's oldest sister. They came from a rather large family and back then people had alot of kids because they didnt use contraceptives, so the women kept having children and the men kept working hard to provide for em. My aunt and uncle were in their sixties at the time trying to raise me while I was getting into all kinds of things. Actually I was a pretty good kid from what I recall until I got up into my teens. The worst I ever did was sneak off the porch when I was told not to. or I would climb up and hide in the trees while my aunt would be searching for me. My snickering usually gave me away. Poor woman threatened to climb up the tree to come after me one time....and she would have done it too.

My aunt and uncle were pretty strict with me. They enforced their rules with a switch and a thin leather strap. It only took a few of those whoopins to know I didnt want one again. I was not allowed to wear pants and most schools would not allow girls to wear pants just yet anyway. I was not fond of dresses even at that age but as I said I didnt have much of a choice. I only had one friend who lived across the street who was one day older than me. She was Catholic and we were Protestant so after kindergarten, she had to go to a different school while I stayed in the public school system. Life didnt seem fair to me because I wanted to go to school with my friend. I remember asking my aunt.."But why cant I be Catholic too?" She said well you just cant.

I lived with them from age 4 until I was 8 years old. I didnt have my own room but rather slept on a mattress on the floor beside my aunt and uncle's bed. I used to be terrified of the thought of burglars breaking into our house and would imagine that I would just crawl and hide under their bed if someone ever broke in. Many nights I feel asleep with the covers wrapped around my head and only a small bit of my face sticking out so I could breathe. I guess noises scared me too so I didnt want to hear anything if something was coming to get me.

Sometimes in school they would ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up. I think my first thoughts were that I wanted to be a teacher then I think I changed it to a nurse, probably when my grandmother got injured and ended up for an extended stay in the hospital. I used to go over on weekends when she finally got out and crawl up into her hospital bed with her. She was in a body cast and was bedridden for quite some time. I used to "help" her with her therapy. Most likely I played with the overhead bars that she used to help pull herself up some. Eventually she was able to be in a wheelchair and then walk with a walker. I went to live with her when I was nine years old and stayed until she died when I was fifteen.

I remember in sixth grade being asked again what I wanted to be when I grew up and I stood up proudly and told everyone I wanted to be a clown. They all laughed at me and although that was not my intent to have them laugh, I guess that is the response being a clown would get so I laughed too. Later as I grew up humor was always a part of my own coping mechanisms in one way or another. I was not a class clown or anything but I liked being able to laugh and make others laugh too.

As an adult I have often wondered what it would be like to do stand up comedy. I dont think I would ever do it though because I have always had a difficult time talking in front of crowds of people until much later years in my life when I became a supervisor and manager and ended up taking classes to ease my discomfort. Besides I used to blush horribly and sometimes still do at certain moments.

For me... I can still be a clown if I want to.....Halloween allows me to live out that fantasy... to be funny and do my little skits... Playing Elvis this year was fun -I probably could have had alot more fun if it had not been for my knee but I have no doubt Elvis will rise from the ashes again. A few years ago I did a character called The Tacky Tourist... It was a real blast. I did her for work one year and won first place and did her for our family Halloween party too. I had a whole comedy routine worked up and I think I might just have to resurrect her in the future too. That gives me plenty of time to work out my comedy routine.

I love that life can be fun and that we have laughter to bring us joy.
Sometimes I suprise even myself with what comes out of my mouth and sometimes at the moment it does.....but oh well that's just me...

I really love it when Lovie and I laugh so hard that we cannot even say another word and our bellies are hurting from laughing so hard. We do it quite often. It's even funnier when liquid starts coming out all orifices. If it gets that far... we're cooked.

Well... I guess that's it for today peeps... I've been rather busy with work stuff... therapy stuff... art stuff.... and keeping up my other blogs including the new one.... So until next time! Keep laughing and lovin one another.

Love yas!
PolarB ;)

My Wish for You in 2007


 May peace break into your house and

 May thieves come to steal your debts.

 May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills.

 May love stick to your face like Vaseline and

 May laughter assault your lips!

 May your clothes smell of success and

 

 

As always!

PolarB ;)

 

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Hear YE! Hear YE!

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Have a great day!
PolarB ;)