Max

Max saw himself in the mirror today. Actually, he was laying in front of the washing machine waiting for me to drop a sock and he looked up and saw me in the bathroom mirror. I decided to look at him and talk to him through the reflection to see what he did. He went into the bathroom and put his paws up on the counter...That's when he saw it. Himself.
A few grunts, but that darn dog didn't go away! So he left the bathroom...Then decided he wasn't going to back down, so he went back in. He must have done this at least four times and got more and more confused each time.
I finally had to nudge him out and close the bathroom door.
He sat in front of the door for a while because he KNOWS that dog is in there!

Under 21

I left my ID in my car yesterday. I popped into a RaceTrac to purchase a beverage and smokes.

I was carded.   I was suprised. Suprisingly.

Should I have been offended?  I've seen many people be offended. ....nah!! I didnt' do the "What, I don't look over 21 to get this measly pack o'smokes?!" or better "Let's see YOUR ID!"

I'm thirty-XXXXX years old!! Of course I'm not offended! I know I look young, I have had my share of people asking for my ID in the day, but not in a while!

 

I just floated back to my car and grabbed the card to bring back to the clerk, then another compliment came when he said, "You must get that a lot, huh?"  I couldn't hide the smirk holding back the wide grin.

Had I not had the ID in the car, I think I would have gone without the cigarettes since I was floating on a cloud for the rest of my trip home.

 

The day ended well following that exchange.

It's true that, whether you know it at the time or not,  a nice word can make someone's day.

 

 

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Izmir American High School Reunion

I never told you how my trip to SA went.

My school reunion was nothing how I expected.

Almost 20 years has gone by since my graduation. Let me tell you, we picked up where we left off and we all still look good. :)

We have aged gracefully and I am not the only one who gained weight!

It wasn't a class reunion so much as a reunion of folks who all happened to be there during the same few years.  So it really was a social gathering.

Some of us coincidentally graduated there and others were not even close. My sister, for example was in the 8th and 9th grade while we were there. When it comes to our crazy escapades, she was a part of them.

Stealing beer mugs from the pubs, going to discos, ripping off Mercedes logos from the cars, going to the fair to ride the most dangerous, unsafe, rides on earth. Making our way thru the Hang Out on Saturday afternoons where all the coolest kids in the city stood around looking, well, ...cool. Clubbing 4 times every weekend (Friday night, Saturday morning, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon).

Yeah, the geeks got geekier and the rest of us seem to have found our niche on this big blue marble too.

Actually, looking back, I think even the coolest of the cool were geeks at Izmir American High School!

San Antonio was a great location too. We were able to make a few phone calls and track down more people. We've all probably lived in the same town for years and just lost touch.

Ya see, we were a bunch of kids from all over the country tossed together in this little 5 story abandoned tobacco warehouse and expected to be the same after we got back to the States. I think not. So we went our separate ways trying to blend back into the world we left. Think Breakfast Club the day after.  A world that didn't change much. We changed.

Sitting at the table eating Doner with 50 other brothers and sisters was a moment that you knew you fit in somewhere.

We do need to plan better though. We were always spur of the moment, loose planners. On Friday night, someone mentioned that SA has 2 Turkish restaurants, but one had closed only 2 weeks before. No one knew which closed but dammit we were gonna go eat some Turkish on Saturday if it killed us. We caravaned our way over and ambushed the place. We had only called them 30 minutes prior to arriving (It took some doing to even figure out what the names were, we only knew them by location.) Needless to say, it took several hours to even start to be served. Even though we were there FOREVER! we were having a good time, all of us in one room with kids and spouses.

 

Here's something peculiar. The whole time I lived over there, there were people who had left before us and we had never had the opportunity to meet. In San Antonio we all kind of came together. A lot of "oh so YOU'RE ...so and so!"  Well, there's the case of Michelle Horn. A name that was always familiar while in high school and even today because even though I didn't know her, I thought I had and just didn't know how since we shared the same friends but at different times.  I'd hear my friends say things about Michelle and knew she had moved before I got there, but it was incredibly familiar.  It's hard to put this in words. It was always surreal.

I was looking at the piles of photo albums that people threw onto the hotel bed for us to just wander through and reminisce...well, one had pictures of where I lived prior to Izmir -- Scott AFB, Illinois. ...and there was my old neighborhood...and the school gym uniform the girl was wearing was new at the time I lived there...and that girl is someone I knew!!...and her and her and oh my god, that's Kenny Ogilvey, the Scott Baio look-a-like!!! Whose album is this!??!  Turns out Michelle lived at Scott at the same time I did. I did know her! I knew of her at least! ....it gets better, she lived in the house that was directly behind mine. The house I lived in for about 6 years. She had lived there for 2 years during 7th and 8th grade. Our school didn't have yearbooks for junior high, so I don't have pictures of the entire class, just our homerooms. 

Needless to say, I was floored.

It was a wonderful weekend and we'll be trying to get together annually from now on.

 

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Fat Momma to the rescue!!

Oh my gaw!! I almost peed my pants last night when I saw a TV show called "Who wants to be a superhero"...oh my gosh these folks are NUTS! but obviously having fun at the same time that they keep peace on the planet.
Real People...working class superheroes, hoping Stan Lee can he'p em out a little.

http://www.whowantstobeasuperhero.tv/cast/

My favorite was Fat Momma...she talks to herself when she's running, she's not as fast as the others, obviously!.
And then there's Major Victory who's goal is to be "the Winner, not the Wiener". I loved this guy in action. He is my kinda superhero. His running was funny, he's stop and do a quick dance step along the way. Loved it!! His weakness? Lactose intolerant!!