Well, Betty always said..."Why are you wearing that?" And I would say, "Everybody is wearing pucca beads and orange bell bottom jeans, MOTHER!" She would say, "I don't know why you always have to do everything everyone else is doing? I guess if they jumped off a bridge you would follow them." "No", I would say. "I'd be the first one off the bridge, MOTHER!"
In this case Mother you are right. I am now following others and creating my own blog. Everybody's doing it!
And I can't be left out. Unfortunately, this time I am a follower and not a leader. I follow my dear friends, Brent and Suzanne into blogdom. Hopefully, witty musings will follow as well.
So, I am Betty Howard's second son. Her youngest baby. She's dead now so I don't feel too bad about telling stories about her. (okay, I have a little bit of guilt, but then again, not much) She was a talker. She talked and talked and talked. Conversations were very one sided. The legend goes that once in the late 60's Betty had a 9 hour continuous phone conversation with her friend Janie Cox. In that 9 hours, she cooked lunch, washed dishes, did two loads of laundry, looked after 3 rowdy kids, canned beans, cooked and served dinner and washed more dishes - all while talking to her friend...on a corded phone. Later in life, she cut those conversations down to 3 or 4 hours. And you can imagine what the invention of the cordless phone did for her productivity!
Don't get me wrong.. I can talk too. I just didn't get to talk much around my mother.
Now Betty's son speaks!
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