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1. 4 days ago on Peanuts

   I was a so-so bowler, but I once bowled a turkey. To illustrate how poor my skills were that was my highest game ever. I bowled 134. The last time I bowled was 1988. I wouldn’t even be able to lift the ball now.

   It was always funny bowling on post. The teeny-tiniest Asian ladies would have some of the highest scores. The balls took their own sweet time getting to the pins, but the vast majority of the time the women would get a strike. If needed, they invariably picked up the spare.

2. 14 days ago on Baldo

   Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short

   Wear shirts and boots ‘cause it’s okay to be a boy

   But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading

   ’Cause you think that being a girl is degrading

   David Mitchell Torn / Guy Sigsworth / Madonna Ciccone

3. 19 days ago on Adult Children

   25 years ago (oy!) I delivered a pizza to a lady who I though was talking to me. Nope. Bluetooth had just become a thing. She moved her hair to show me “who” she was talking to. At least she tipped well. I can recall most of the best tippers and the jack-holes who needed the three cents returned. Strippers and waitstaff are always the best tippers. The fanciness of the house means nothing.

4. 19 days ago on Doonesbury

   I lived an odd life as a teen. Part of that time I had a roommate who was mechanized infantry. He was downrange for the week. When he came back his feet were bleeding. Some idiot had kvetched about having to walk a couple of miles. He reasoned that they should ride in the vehicles, i.e. the “mech” part. I cannot recall who in the chain of command decided to remind him (and everyone else) that ALL soldiers are infantry. He had them all walk back from Piñon Canyon. I don’t know who the idiot was or what happened to him, but I can guarantee he had a rough time afterward.

5. 19 days ago on Doonesbury

   There are religions that do not allow oaths of any kind. I can remember as a young kid watching 60 Minutes while visiting family. They were discussing the pledge of allegiance.

   As an adult learning more about that stupid pledge means that I have not, and will not say it.

   When I served on a jury we were given the option of affirming that we would do our duty. I am agnostic living in the south. I was worried I would have to make a scene since I believe all bibles to be equivalent, a blueprint in how to make people believe what other people want them to. Thankfully, the affirmation was enough.

   There are terms that the military uses that gives me pause. My husband has to “indoctrinate” individuals. I know what and why it is happening, but the word always conjures up “cult”.

6. 21 days ago on Betty

   I got my only tat at 17. Health issues preclude me from having another. My sister got her first one when she was in her 40s!. The woman has always been very down-to-earth. She has an innate sense of what will stay in fashion at what is just a fad. The same thing happens with technology. She does not curse (which is weird considering who our mother was). She works in a boring aspect of the banking industry.

   Both of my daughters have tattoos. Neither has ever been in trouble with the law. Both have worked non-stop since graduating high school.

   My oldest got her first in her 30s. She has a Masters of Library Science.

   My youngest has 9. All are works of art that took hours to do. She has images from around the world. She has worked at the same place for almost a decade.

   So, for all of those talking about only miscreants and what-have-you being the only ones with body art I would suggest expanding your frame of reference.

7. about 2 months ago on Arlo and Janis

   I moved to the Springs right before I turned 15. All told I lived there for six years (broken up by a stint in Germany). I absolutely loved it and miss it. The year I got married I was wearing shorts on my wedding day (in February). Then 3 months later on my birthday in May there was a blizzard.

   When we moved here to NC and the post closed and the schools shut down for snow I couldn’t believe it! Even St. Mary’s (or whatever that one school that used to close constantly was called-I was in Harrison School District, we never closed) would have been open. Then I saw how the people here drive. I learned to drive in the snow in a car without power brakes or power steering. That was fun…not. Still it was better than how my husband learned about driving in snow. He was born in SC and raised in Fl. He didn’t see snow until he was 21 and joined the army. Ft Sill, OK in winter had him learning to drive a howitzer in the snow! Oy. Thankfully, he is darn* good at driving anything.

   *Guess what word isn’t allowed! That is so bloody stupid. When it is a word that my sister uses, it is NOT vulgar. Now anything that my mother would say…

8. about 2 months ago on Baldo

   When my youngest was three she fell off of the playground equipment. The kid was always a daredevil. She was also a klutz. At 18 months she tripped and hit her head hard enough to actually bend the door pull (it was for a cabinet). That time got her stitches. This time it was staples. She had actually quit crying almost immediately, and only started back up when I told her we had to leave the playground. The kid had blood dripping down her head. She didn’t care. The next trip to the ER was at five years of age. She was playing in the neighbor’s yard when I heard her cry. The grandfather handed her to me. She had closed her hand in the door of the playhouse. She had stopped crying on the drive to the hospital. Then she tripped on the way in and landed on that hand. So, the tears were back. By the time we were seen she was all smiles again. I was seriously considering that perhaps I had overreacted. The doctor was joking with me about her history. We were both shocked when the X-ray showed she had broken her finger. Due to her age and personality, they gave her a full cast that went up to her elbow. Mind you she did this on the first day of winter break, so she spent Christmas with the cast. She only needed it for two weeks. The technician who removed it was actually one of the soldiers who was on the tarmac when the C-130 crashed in 1993. He had horrible burns, and of course my daughter was worried about the saw cutting off her arm. I remember having similar fears when I was 11 and had a cast on my leg (for much longer than two weeks). The guy in the next bed over had been in a motorcycle crash, so that was why I was worried. The man that removed my daughter’s cast was awesome. He talked to her about his boo-boos. His strength of character amazes me to this day.

   My child is now in her thirties and is quite proud of all of her scars…of which there are many. You know how big guys are called “Tiny”? My mom used to call her “Grace”. lol

9. about 2 months ago on Broom Hilda

   In school I hated writing essays and book reports. All of the authors I read ask for us to leave a review (which is all a book report really is, at least the types that most of my teachers wanted-they did NOT want a summary) as it helps their analytics. I agonize over them since I am well aware that I have no talent. Oddly, there are people who follow my reviews. I’m not really sure why. Still, it is neat.

10. 2 months ago on The Buckets

    We moved into our house in 1995. We rented for the first 27 years. We had a great landlord. He bought the house in 1981 to use as a rental. Over the years there had been multiple families here. The house itself was built in 1972. So, I have no idea when certain items were put into the vents. The walls were painted between families, and the carpets were cleaned. Nobody ever thought to do the vents. Before they started medicating me, I was extreme in my cleanliness. I vacuumed and scrubbed what I could reach of the vents. Toys, coins, etc. were not the issue. The jackwipes that had lived here at one time had urinated in one of the vents. It was rusted and smelled horrendous. I am almost to Gus’ (from Psych level when it comes to how sensitive my sense of smell is. There was also a chicken leg!! Who the h*ll does that?! Our neighborhood was hit by a tornado in 2011. When had to have a new roof as well as carpet and flooring. Due to all of the insulation being everywhere all of the vent lines were also replaced. They are still shiny, even though I can no longer clean like I used to.