1953 – The first woman to fly faster than the speed of sound, Jacqueline Cochran, piloted an F-86 Sabrejet over California at an average speed of 652.337 miles-per-hour.
1968 – Tiny Tim’s “Tiptoe through the Tulips” was released…
1969 - I made my grand entrance into this world…
The kids, my kids, they take turns spending a weekend here and there with their grandma, which is nice because not only do they get one on one time with their grandma, that means the other gets one on one time with mom and dad, well this weekend is The Little One’s turn with grandma.
well, off goes one-fourth of the family, and even at such a young age the Little One really is the party planner of the family, that left The Sailor and Big Time to handle the birthday festivities.
And, then the phone rang, followed by, “oh shit…”
what a bummer to think you have the day off and then to realize that the person you thought was going to work didn’t show because he wasN’T scheduled to work. yES, HE WAS SCHEDULED TO WORK on one of those days that start with an S… Sunday not Saturday. So, the Sailor comes running into the bathroom, “no one is at the shop, I got the days mixed up… you gotta get out of the shower.”
That left Big Time to handle the birthday festivities, she wanted to win me something at one of the kid play and eating places; I agreed to the not so gourmet pizza joint, Stevie B’s… sigh. Bazillions of dollars later, not really, we left with two tiny Tootsie rolls, 2 army men, a wee flying ninja and a plastic turtle stretchy thingy, ah, but not before I played several games of galaxy, do you remember the video arcade game, galaxy?
I impressed my eight year old daughter with my mad galaxy skills, and embarrassed her all at the same time… “wow Mom, you are really, really good!” Pause followed by a whisper… “Um, Mom, could you please stop twisting and twitching and moving and kicking your legs?”
What can I say, I’m active while at play. I can’t blast ‘em very well standing still… twitching makes me play better.
And then, we went to the Bookstore, I love the bookstore… or a library… I prefer books that have pages I can flip. I picked out a book for myself, and Big Time picked a magazine; Moshi Monster, are you familiar with Moshi Monsters? She loves those ‘lil monsters.
Next, I decided a little retail therapy was in order, so I took Big Time out shopping as she says, “bUT I’m not into fashion, Mom…”
So, the sales person kept asking, “is there anything I can help you with?” finally, I said, “Yes, please point me in A direction THAT LEADS TO clothing less Hoochie…” Sigh. For goodness sake, I refuse, absolutely refuse to buy clothing that looks like Freddy Kruger got a hold of and slashed or shorts so short it shows the bum-bum of my eight year old daughter… no thank you very much.
I will be the first to admit that if it were up to THE PRUDISH IN me WHEN IT COMES TO MY KIDS, I’d keep ‘EM in Oshkosh clothing, but my babe is getting ‘older’, so I took her to a shop that I thought might be more appropriate FOR AN 8 YEAR OLD, but my age 8 appropriate doesn’t have the same meaning, so that leaves just appropriate. FINALLY FINDING SOMETHING SHE LIKED AND SOMETHING THAT APPROPRIATELY coverS UP WHAT NEEDS TO BE COVERED; WIN. wIN.
Ah, finally at home enjoying a quiet evening… and a chocolate chip cookie (or two).
And in the end it’s not the years in your life that count…
It’s the life in your years!
1970 – Tina Fey Actress, comedian, made her grand entrance into this world…