OOPS!

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, March 20, 2011

OOPS!

OOPS! Today I went shopping at Fred Meyers while hubby was getting a haircut. As I went through the checkout; a nice looking gentleman standing behind me was smiling at me all the while I was there. Now this used to happen a lot when I was younger, but in these later years...not so much. So I left feeling very flattered. Once home, hubby was sitting in his recliner and I passed by him on my way into the kitchen.
He said, "Come back here a minute."
Again I thought, "I must be lookin' good today." He asked me to turn around. Then he started to snicker. I had a big hole in my jeans all along the pocket line. It was gaping open and revealing my underwear! No wonder the gentleman at Freddy's was smiling! Too bad my underwear wasn't a little racier than those white cotton briefs! That nice gentleman is probably still chuckling!

I'm pretty sure that the sight of my derriere doe not classify as a 'thing that is lovely'; but I shared the story because it is pretty funny and we all need a laugh now and then!

Anything embarrassing happened to you lately that you'd dare to share?

6 comments:

ellen b. said...: Thanks for the chuckle! I'll be checking my behind before I leave the house for a while...; March 20, 2011 at 6:05 PM
joanne said...: you made his day!! No way am I sharing...I'm still too traumatized! ha, have a good week..;j; March 20, 2011 at 6:05 PM
joanne said...: the word verification was "undemom" hmmm...I kid you not.; March 20, 2011 at 6:06 PM
Debora said...: LOL, undemom! That could be the brand name for my underwear! Kinda like mom-jeans.; March 20, 2011 at 6:32 PM
courtney's third head on twitter said...: that is funny! It was a cute smile the fellow gave you as well have all been there at one time or another. thanks for your visit to my page, its nice to meet you!; March 21, 2011 at 5:52 AM
chickory said...: whooops! that was weird. no, its chickory.; March 21, 2011 at 5:53 AM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Sunday, March 20, 2011

OOPS!

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