AVON AND DLP

HERE IT IS ALREADY TURSDAY AND THE TV MAN IS COMING TO REPLACE OUR BULB IN THE DLP TV.
HE'S DUE BETWEEN 100AM AND 200PM SO WE HAVE TO SIT AROUND TIL THEN. YESTERDAY THE AVON LADY CAME TO CALL. ITS THE SAME OLD AVON AS WHEN I WAS A GIRL. THEY DIDNT HAVE A BOARS HAIR BRUSH ONLY NYLON AND PLASTIC WHIHC IS VERY BAD FOR AN OLD LADYS THINNING HAIR. DID YOU KNOW WHEN YOU REACH 70 YOU START TO LOSE HAIR AS A WOMAN? EGADS IF ID KNOWN THIS I MAY HAVE EXITED BY DYING YOUNG AND STAYING PRETTY AS BLONDIE ONCE SANG. WELL, SHE GAVE ME AHISTORY OF HER HEALTH LIFE . IT SEEMS WHEN YOU TALK TO ANYONE OVER 60 THYE TALK ABOUT ILLNESS AND OPERATIONS MAINLY.
I GUESS THATS WHY I LIKE YOUNG FRIENDS THEY TALK ABOUT LIFE!!! I WISH I HAD MORE YOUNG FRIENDS HERE I HAD SCADS OF THEM IN CALIF.
I STILL HEAR FROM THEM AND A COUPLE CAME TO VISIT . I LOVED THAT. AND MY SISTER CAME TO VISIT TOO. SHE IS SPOSED TO COME IN MARCH OR SO BUT I CANNOT VISIT HER, SINCE DAD HAD A STROKE I CANNOT LEAVE HIM ALONE. I WOULD WORRY EVERY DAY. THAT IS NOT FUN STRESS WILL KILL MNE IF I DO THAT. THIS LAST YEAR WAS A HORRIBLE STRESS FOR ME. OKAY ON TO SOMETHIUGN CUTE I GOT IN AN EMAIL:


I FOUND THIDS IN MY MAIL TODAY THOUGHT YOUD LIKE TO SHARE IT:



Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn. We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since. We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney. And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me,Me. We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me. Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp. We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, and li fe was yet to be, And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me. We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, Madonna was a virgin in the Land That Made Me, Me. We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but they weren't grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag. And Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me. Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me. We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms in the Land That Made Me, Me. There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, And fish were not called Wanda , and cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three, And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me. But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me,Me. So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.


THIS WAS MY YOUTH FOLKS!!!