One Last “MeMeMe” Meme

Y’all for the life of me I can’t figure out why anyone wants to know more about me. I’ve admitted more to you than I told my shrink (yeah, I went to one for awhile because it was fashionable and I didn’t have any better sense than to waste my money). You can read my “About” page to know a lot. It will redirect you to a “Wishlist” where I tell all the things I would like to do if I had the cash. I did the meme about Chinese Freeze Tag. I would think that’s enough about me-me-me.

But, Hopeful Spirit over at On the Horizon tagged me for one of those “tell eight things about yourself” memes. I’ve lately turned down two memes that asked personal questions that dug deeper than I wanted to go. I’ve said I don’t want to do memes without being asked first, but she is new to the readership, and she is nice. This meme is rather innocuous. I won’t pass this meme on, though. If you’d like to consider yourself tagged, fill it out and tell me and I’ll post your link at the bottom of this post (as long as you keep it PG rated).

With tongue mostly in cheek, here it goes:

When I was younger, I ran away to join the circus and be a tightrope walker. That’s me, the second from the right in the photo below.

OK. I lied. I posted the picture of this circus postcard a few days ago, and my friend Dawn saw it. She said, “But the imagery…it was so YOU!” She superimposed my face over one in the picture. I love it. But, I am dismayed. I don’t understand why I couldn’t be the woman on the far right! She’s the one with the “bazooms!”

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A couple of generations ago in my family, the women all had capacious bosoms. I was always disappointed that they seemed to genetically mutate before my generation got here. I guess that with the advent of bottle feeding babies, those breasts weren’t being used for their original purpose and just diminished. But, I always wanted a pair of those.

When I was a young girl, I saw a newspaper article about the actress Raquel Welch. Men seemed to go wild over her, and she had silicone injections to enhance her bust. So, I gathered all the courage I could muster, and approached my Daddy as he sat reading his newspaper in his recliner.

“Daddy,” I whispered, “can I get silicone injections?” To my Daddy’s credit, his expression didn’t waver. He didn’t bat an eye, but kept reading his article and muttered, “Sure, honey, but we only have money for one right now.”

I never got the bosoms I so desired, and I always regretted it—-until I heard the comedian Maria Bamford. She called hers “exquisite rare miniatures.” So, that’s what I call my “girls” and I’m content.

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I think Brian Dennehy is sexy. Well, he was sexy. He had that “lap band” surgery and lost a lot of weight; but I liked him when he was big. Yeah, I know he’s an older fellow, and kinda “craggy” looking. But, click on this thumbnail and view the twinkle in his eyes. I can’t resist that. He played the “bad guy” named Cobb in Silverado, a 1985 western which is one of my favorite movies (it had plenty of other “eye candy,” ladies: Kevin Kline, Kevin Costner, Scott Glenn, Danny Glover…Whooo! Is it hot in here to y’all or is it just me?). Dennehy was also the head alien in Cocoon. But, I loved him in a made for television movie called The Lion of Africa, where he played a leading man. It’s been released on dvd, and I want it.
[photo courtesy Susan Smith Company]

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My real name is “Michele” with just one “l.” I don’t like to be called that, and have gone by “Shelly” for the last 28 years. Most people know that and respect my wishes. If they don’t, I figure they don’t like me or are mad at me.

My mother always called me “Michele” when she was angry, so maybe that’s why I got an aversion to the name. She usually called me by every name I had when she got angry! My American Express card has “Michelle” on it, but they can’t spell it right. I often get junk mail or a junk phone calls and am addressed as “Michele.” That’s how I know that American Express lied in their privacy policy. The government also refuses to call me Shelly, it calls me “Michele.” So does my ex-husband.

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I think I already told you that I did not play well with dolls. My poor Barbie suffered at my hands.

This poor doll didn’t fare any better. I gave her a haircut, too. I wasn’t a stupid kid, how come I didn’t learn after my first experience cutting it that doll hair doesn’t grow back? Anyway, I don’t remember what I called this doll baby, but she survived to be played with by my boys. For some reason, they called the poor thing “Trapjaw.” The boys are as strange as their mother.

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The dolls I really played with were these. Remember “Wishniks?” They are making a comeback, but these are vintage 60s. I always loved these dolls. The guy with the black beard is hollow inside, and I remember the day my Daddy gave him to me (probably to make up for giving me a fake Barbie). I used to hide my money in him. That worked until my big brother figured it out.

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I collect hats. I went through my house a little bit ago and counted them. More than eighty are on display (most of them hanging on the wall). There are many different kinds, from my Uncle Fritz’s fedora to cowboy hats to vintage ladies hats. I have a Shriner’s fez, my Daddy’s navy hats and his top hat. But, my favorite, hands down, is this one that my Grandmommy made back when she was a “flapper.” This funky wig head is what she used (it’s been creatively patched with masking tape and she had painted it. To my eye, it’s a piece of art. Does the hat fit me? Well, no. My head is much bigger than my grandmother’s head, but I’m not sure that means there is anything in it!

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I do not like to debate politics with anyone. I don’t align myself with any party, but it seems that I most often vote for the Democrat. I am slightly left of center in my beliefs (but probably not what I’ve heard called a “libtard”). The world is safe, however, because usually my husband cancels my vote.

I did not vote for our current President, but I consider myself a patriotic American. However, I wish we were not at war. Every time I hear of another life lost, I remember a song from the Viet Nam era. It’s by the late Steve Goodman, who also wrote “The City of New Orleans,” and it is the most poignant anti-war song I have ever heard. Unfortunately, this is not the best rendition of it, but whatever your politics, I’d love it if you took a moment to hear it.

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Do you want to fly a peace globe with me?

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