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Look out, I’m on a roll…

 ELETELEPHONY

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant –
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone –
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)

Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee –
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

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Who knew?

When I was a little girl I used to recite this poem with my grandma all the time.  Who knew it was by Robert Louis Stevenson?

 My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

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Hm, a bit melancholy are we?

When I think about you leaving and being here alone
It’s not the love we knew that hurts me
But the love we could have known
I’m not sorry that I held you
I just wish that I still could
Oh it’s not that it was so bad
It just could’ve been so good

I don’t regret one moment that we had together
What’s killing me is knowing we could have had forever
I just wish we loved each other the way I know we could
Oh it’s not that it was so bad
It just could’ve been so good

I don’t want to lose the memories of all the nights we shared
And I never found a new love that ever could compare
I just wish we hadn’t left things standing where they stood
Girl it’s not that it was so bad
It just could’ve been so good

I don’t regret one moment that we had together
What’s killing me is knowing we could have had forever
I just wish we loved each other the way I know we could
Oh it’s not that it was so bad
It just could’ve been so good
Oh it’s not that it was so bad
It just could’ve been so good

One of my favorite songs by Collin Raye.  I haven’t heard it in a while, but I put an old CD on tonight.  Amazing how one little song can throw you back into the past, like you never left it!   I better stick to the Motab or something not as likely to bring back memories best forgotten! 😉

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Holiday Motel – Minneapolis, MN

Isn’t it funny how hearing a song you haven’t heard for years probably can take you back to an exact moment in your life?  I was working tonight and just stopped for a second when I heard Eddie Rabbit on the radio singing “Drivin’ My Life Away” and instantly I was taken back to the bar at the Holiday Motel in Minneapolis.  Actually, I think it was Golden Valley, but close enough.  I do remember it was on Olson Memorial Highway.  I wonder if it’s still there.  I hope not, it was a falling down dump 25 years ago, but the only place we could stay for next to nothing on our many trips to Minnesota.  That was one of the craziest weekends of my life – late July1980.  I remember so vividly becauase it was the next weekend I conceived Meghan.   We (Dorothy and I) had gone to the TV studio and had just come back from a taping of All Star Wrestling.  (Don’t even get me started on that subject…) But everyone was at the bar afterward and we were having a blast.  I got to drive Buck’s car to our hotel room because it was about a block away from the bar.  I didn’t have a license at the time, so that was kind of cool.  We were supposed to go to a county fair later that evening, but Mad Dog Vachon’s daughter was instrumental in starting an argument between myself and Buck, so Dorothy and I ended up not doing anything that evening, except maybe shopping or something.  What a crazy day!  At that time in my life I was spending probably every weekend in Minneapolis and I was really thinking about maybe moving up there because I didn’t have a full-time job in Omaha and figured I’d probably be able to find one up there just as easily.  I think the only thing that stopped me was the fact that I didn’t drive and the bus system up there intimidated me.  Still does. 

 Speaking of Minnesota, I did a survey-type thing for a friend of mine today and one of the questions was did I regret any part of my life.  Well, probably a smart person would say yes, but I’ve never been known for my superior intellect.  I really don’t regret anything I’ve done, even though some things have been pretty stupid – case in point would be the above weekend.  But I don’t regret doing any of it.  Everything I’ve gone through and every decision I’ve made has brought me to the point I’m at now.  The kids I have, the husband I have, everything, so I can’t say I regret any of it.   I thing everything ended up pretty well, considering some of the stupid things I’ve done!

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Friday Nights at the Drive In

Don’t come here looking for any racy stuff.  I usually went to the drive-in with my parents or friends in my later years.  Mom and Dad used to take Missy and I to the drive in occasionally – I suppose whenever dad had the night off.  I can remember the big playground areas where they had swings and slides, and all sorts of good stuff.  Mom would walk us up there and then leave us to play – as did every other mom in the place.  You sure couldn’t do that today!  It was fun back then, but it seemed I always, without fail, ended up with an earache and we had to go home early.  I don’t know why we went home, the earache didn’t go away.  I think we could have just taken sweet oil (the stuff mom used to put in my ears) and a cotton ball with us and then stayed for the movie! 

Most of my memories of drive ins were spent with Dorothy – she had a car, I didn’t have one until I got married.  I remember when Elvis died and a local drive in showed dusk to dawn Elvis movies.  I wasn’t much of an Elvis fan, so I took a sleeping bag and slept on the hood of the car.  That is, after we ate our share of peach Jell-o.  We used to eat it right out of the box, kind of like a pixie stix.   It was good!  We went one time to see “The Wrestler” – I can’t remember who went with us that time.  It was hysterical.  We had a great time. 

I got the biggest scare of my life at a drive in.  My roommate at the time, Gene, and I had gone to the Sky View on 72nd Street north of Ames to see the original…. Oh crap, the name escapes me right now.  It was a Stephen King movie…. Oh yeah, the Shining, with Jack Nicholson.   The lot was full so they decided to replay it at 3 a.m.   We got there about 2, and they let us in, we were just catching the last part of  “The Town that Dreaded Sundown”.  I was sitting in the car, petrified (I really don’t like horror movies – I love the books, but I can close a book anytime!).  I was hardly breathing I was so scared, when all of a sudden I heard this crunch of gravel and footsteps next to my car door.  I screamed so loud!  The guy who was walking by with his popcorn screamed just as loud as me, and popcorn went flying!  It was hysterical!  We both laughed until we cried – mostly from relief I think.  He was as scared by the movie as I was.  I didn’t get that scared again until my house got broken into and I was locked in my bedroom watching the doorknob turn…

Drive ins were starting to die about by the time Steve and I started dating.  I think the only one left by then were the Q-Twin drive ins on 120th and Q Street.  We did go to a movie one night – A Stephen King movie if I remember right.  I got the worst stomach ache of my life and we had to come home.  That was the end of that.  Never saw another drive in movie.  Too bad, because it was so much fun to sit out on a warm summer night and just kick back in a lawn chair, car hood, or pickup bed, and enjoy the movie in the great outdoors.  I kinda miss them. 

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