What Do You Do for a Living?

If I repeat myself telling stories.....that's okay, get used to it! Life is short and I don't have time to be an editor too.

Here's a funny one from about 8 years ago.

I was complaining this afternoon about the chick that cut my Levolor blinds....she did it wrong.
I said to Rod and Dad, this chick don't know her butt from a hole in the ground. {One of Dad's favorite sayings.}
Rod and I went back and forth on how to find out BEFORE I let them cut anything IF they knew their butt from a hole in a ground....okay?
So I go about my business, getting Dad something to drink and dealing with what dreams and visions he was having which is a story all on it's own....and then I see that Rod had changed the lightbulb over the shower like I asked him to do last night.
I picked up the package that he put the old bulb in asking, "What was the wattage on this bulb ? {without looking at it myself}." He pipes up and says, "130."
I replied back there IS NO 130.... and then I started laughing....and I asked him WHAT DO YOU DO FOR  A LIVING....and he ignores me....{he is an electrician}.
I had JUST made fun of this chick who couldn't cut correctly and NOW Rod is not doing much better in answering me......

So I again asked him what he did for a living and his very comical reply was,

"I check buttholes and holes in the ground."  LOL Of course I about wet my pants laughing at that one. Dad was laughing too.

That explains a LOT!

The WATTAGE by the way was 60, the VOLTS were 130! hahaha

Wendy Rose

Storytelling...

I am going to try to fill in some of these missing photos. When webshots and other places closed I lost some photos. I have them....just on flash drives and with the thousands of photos I have they might be hard to find to replace. I have every photo ever taken with digital cameras named. It's the only way to find them. I see that most people have kept the numbers they were given and if I did that....lol, I would NEVER find a particular photo. So at least with that I might find them faster than I think. I say this so I am motivated to do so.
I want to get this blog printed in book form. I have all files saved but not in the way that I would like to see it.
I mean to get that done this year. Time is going fast for me to get some of these things done. I don't know why I am doing it though because few people have an interest in such things. I think preserving records is important but I think I am one of very few that I have talked to who think the same.
Sad but true. It's like writing hand written letters. I am one of few that still do that. I write mostly to older people who appreciate it and don't throw them away. ha So many of my friends and relatives who are older than 70 have passed away. I look at my address book when it's time to send a letter to someone and it's slim pickins. I have lost my favorite Aunt, my long time best ever friend, JoEtta Penny, Dolly, who was my teenage years best friend, my friend in Indiana, Debbie, who has left me for reasons unknown....and others who just lived long lives and are gone. I think I enjoyed writing to my Grandma Watkins a great deal. I think of her often. She was my Dad's step Mother when he was about 9 years old on. She was a good woman who showed love to all of the kids....hers and everyone else's the same. That can be hard to do but she managed it. I knew that when I wrote her I would get an answer back right away. I wrote to her from the time I was 12 until she passed away. I miss her even though I lived in Indiana and she was in Colorado. I have everyone of her hand written letters.
Writing is important to me. It's always been important and it's something that has gone by the wayside in the last few years. I need to spend at least an hour a day writing in here or just writing thoughts down in general. I have kept a couple diaries here and there. I wish I had kept my diary from the time I was 15 to 17. Mom kept reading my diary....lol How that was lost, I do not know. I guess I didn't want anyone to read it so I tossed it out. I thought when Mom died I would find it in her stuff and that maybe she saw it in the trash and then took it out. She was famous for going through the trash to make sure nothing important was tossed out accidentally.
Alas...it is gone.
Quite by accident I was watching OETA Public TV last night and they had a program called Storyteller. I looked it up to see if Tulsa had such a thing to go to and sure enough they do. It's downtown Tulsa which is no surprise being the artsy part of the area. I think I want to go to this and watch them. Anyone can get up to tell a story....I could do that. I have so many stories....sheesh, I wouldn't know where to start. I think the first thing I might do is a set of 3 short stories. I would tell the ones told to me as a kid. Then there is the Yosemite story....they would think I made that up. ha Dad was a story teller...he told good stories...most of them were from true experiences.
My problem telling stories or reading stories is becoming emotional as I tell them and start to tear up and can't speak. Maybe that's good if you continue but I would have to practice on that.
First I have to see if I am any competition for this venue. They have a continuation of story telling....you go on for more competition if you are good enough and enter a national story telling contest. I will be content to tell one story on stage!