How to Be a Memorable Person — Part Two

history-e1436300304526In last week’s post, we covered what you should do to make yourself memorable on a day-to-day basis. But let’s say you want to be remembered on a more grand scale. You want your name in the history books; you want school-age children writing essays about you; you want an entry on Wikipedia.

My, but we do have an ego.

Well, never fear. As I said before, we run a full-service blog at Feeding on Folly. Here are some quick and easy tips for how you — ordinary you — can become unforgettable to the world at large. Continue reading “How to Be a Memorable Person — Part Two”

How to Be a Memorable Person — Part One

I’m willing to bet most of us have experienced this: At a certain age (and I think this is especially true for women), you become invisible. Department store clerks ignore you. Receptionists don’t see you standing two feet in front of them. Teenagers look right past you. (Actually, this last one is pretty much universal. Teenagers look past everyone.)

I like to think we run a multi-service blog here at Feeding on Folly, so I have devised a simple plan to help you out. Follow these steps and you will never be forgotten again. Continue reading “How to Be a Memorable Person — Part One”

Overheard One Saturday Morning at Costco

It’s summer, you need to get out of the house, you’re hot and tired and just a little bit hungry. Where do you go? Well, there’s always Costco …

WP_20150616_20_08_32_Pro[1]First, you show your membership card to the happy Costco employee at the door. Sometimes you goof and show them your debit card instead. No matter. You are granted access.

Good morning! Welcome to Costco! Continue reading “Overheard One Saturday Morning at Costco”

My Glorious Summer of ’76

I seem to be in a nostalgic mood lately.

Growing up in the 70s was great. I’m not even talking about the movies and music from that era, although we had some darn fine ones, have to admit.

Unfortunately, we had some monstrously bad ones too. Muskrat Love, anyone?Embed from Getty Images

No, what I’m talking about is the total lack of parental supervision we had. Even if a parent stayed home, they pretty much left us to our own devices. It was great.Kids-jumping-and-playing-outside-940x600

Brother and I had it even better, as both Older Sisters and Older Brother had left the house. We’re talking complete lack of supervision, baby! Frankly, it’s a wonder we didn’t burn the whole place down.

We came close, though  … Continue reading “My Glorious Summer of ’76”

10 Things I Believed Were True as a Child

Last week’s post got me to thinking about some of the weird things we come up with as children and what we fervently believe to be true. I’m sure we drove adults crazy with all our questions, but somehow we still managed to think up some pretty wild stuff on our own. Of course, sometimes the reason we came up with the wild stuff is because we were trying to make sense of what adults told us in the first place.

Here are some of the things I remember believing with all my heart and soul.

Don’t judge me. Continue reading “10 Things I Believed Were True as a Child”

How to Survive a Home Invasion — According to a Nine-Year-Old

Back when I was 9 years old, I devised a foolproof survival plan in the event of a home invasion. It was a masterpiece. It took into account every eventuality.

No kidding.

robberMind you, my neighborhood was not an especially dangerous one. It’s not like there were reports of these things happening to our friends or relatives. To my knowledge there hadn’t been so much as a bike stolen off a porch, so I’m not sure why I thought there was a need for a plan. Maybe I saw something in a movie or TV show? In any case, if it ever did happen to us, I was prepared.

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I Never Claimed to Be Erma Bombeck

My second year of college I took an evening class in writing. From what I remember there were only about a dozen of us in the class, including the teacher. It was called “Writing for Publication,” or something hopeful like that. We were young. We didn’t know any better.

The class was taught by a middle-aged woman who had some success in getting published. Her big claim to fame was getting an article published in one of the airline magazines. We were in awe.

Also, she wore the same green shoes to every class. I’m not sure why I bring that up. It’s just something I remember.WP_20150512_16_00_21_Pro[1]

Anyway, every week we had to present something we wrote, read it in front of the entire class, and then listen to everyone’s comments. Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Writers live by a code. If I say nice things about the crap you write, then you have to say nice things about the crap I write.

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A Tribute to Nurses

Without going into too much detail, I have — through no fault of my own — had the occasion at various points in my life to spend time in the hospital.

Except for the birth of Son and later Daughter, none of these occasions were for pleasant reasons. As a matter of fact, they were for extremely unpleasant reasons. And were it not for the presence of those ministering angels, otherwise known as nurses, my time spent in those hospitals would have been unbearable.

WP_20140915_18_25_12_Pro[1]May 6 through May 12 is National Nurses Week. Did you know that? Well, now you do. It would be nice if we could give them all flowers, wouldn’t it? Costly, but nice.

In any case, if you know a nurse, or currently have a nurse caring for you (gosh, hope you start feeling better soon), then please stop for a moment and let them know how much you appreciate every blessed thing they do. Go ahead and do it now. I’ll wait …

I would like to pay tribute to all the women and men who serve in this noble profession by offering my memories of three particular nurses who helped me at different times in my life. I’m afraid I do not remember their names, because I’m not someone who remembers names even when I’m well. Yet each of them are wonderful human beings deserving of the highest praise. We mere mortals shrink in their presence.

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