Compulsive Shopping (2003)

While waiting in the grocery store checkout line the other day, my eye happened to catch a bag of mini chocolate candies. Of course the candy wasn’t on my list, but as I reached over to grab a bag and put it in my basket, a kind gentleman behind me said, “now that is what they call impulse shopping.”

I knew that he was right and I had to reply, “they stick this stuff here so that the kids will ask for it,” adding “even if they’re not with you at the moment.”

Obviously it is for us grown shoppers too, because even though I happened to mention the kids, they had not been brought to the store this time, and they were no where in the vicinity.

Every once in a while you’ll see certain things screaming out at you when you pass it in the aisle too. It’s not on your list and you promised yourself that you wouldn’t add anything else, but then all of a sudden it looks just too appealing to pass up.

You suddenly make excuses like, well it’s just one extra thing or I meant to add those things to my list.

Impulse buying can be fun. Let’s face it, there are too many things in our lives that we can afford to do compulsively. (Although there are some of us who spend a lifetime at it.) So an extra thing here or there at the grocery store isn’t going to make a difference. At least not until we get to the checkout counter.

Didn’t we leave the kids behind so that we would stay within our budget? Didn’t we say we’d stick to only what is on the list? Of course we did. The most ironic thing about impulse buying is that after we get home to fish through all those things that we impulsively bought, it turns out that we forgot to get one of the main things on the list that we went to the store for to begin with.

Could it be that some of that impulsive shopping distracted us or put us off track? Of course not.

We have more willpower and stamina than that. At least until the next shopping trip comes along.

“Eating a hot dog
without the forgotten
bun-
Can be done but is not
quite as fun!”

ppp

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Chalkboard And Erasers (2002)

I can remember back in the old school days when the kids in the classroom would quickly raise their hands to do two functions in class. One was to erase the chalkboard, and the other was to get the opportunity to take the erasers outside and clap them together.

Those old fashioned chalkboards that are still in use today, May one day disappear just like the outside clothes line. the clothes line was something that was used it seemed like forever and then it came to a time when my children thought that the two posts in someone else’s backyard was an old game. Perhaps the two posts were used as goals for some type of sports. Little did they remember the need for the poles in order to get the laundry done back in the old days.

It is said that the school designers of today are eliminating the chalkboards in the new schools that are being built. instead we are seeing white shiny boards or in many cases high tech devices that turn the boards into computers. I’d have to say that we have come come a long way from the days of Little House on the Prairie when they used slates in order to practice the Abc’s.

A friend of mine said that one of her favorite things at school was to watch her teacher write with her personal piece of chalk. You know how a lot of the teachers had the little silver holders. Anyway her teacher would write so neatly with the chalk in the holder, and she always pictured herself writing with it.

One thing that will not be missed is having to physically write a particular punishment on the board so many times. I can remember seeing a few kids having to write I will not …….! By the time they
finished writing their punishment excercises their hands would be sore. I guess that on the computer boards of the future a typing punishment would be less excruciating. I know that I can type a lot faster than I can write, and then it is not quite as tiring.

Back in the old days every once in a while when we’d get a chance we’d scribble something on the board to shock the teacher. Not anyting too explicit, just something enough to let her know we’d messed with her board. Modern times will make that also much easier. a press of a keyboard and the deed will be done, and instead of her having to erase it all she’ll have to do is press the delete button. I’m sure that the look on her face will remain the same though. Modern technology cannot alter that reaction!

“One day memories will stir-
Regarding the subject of the chalkboard and eraser!”

ppp

 

Chalkboard And Erasers (2002)

I can remember back in the old school days when the kids in the classroom would quickly raise their hands to do two functions in class. One was to erase the chalkboard, and the other was to get the opportunity to take the erasers outside and clap them together.

Those old fashioned chalkboards that are still in use today, May one day disappear just like the outside clothes line. the clothes line was something that was used it seemed like forever and then it came to a time when my children thought that the two posts in someone else’s backyard was an old game. Perhaps the two posts were used as goals for some type of sports. Little did they remember the need for the poles in order to get the laundry done back in the old days.

It is said that the school designers of today are eliminating the chalkboards in the new schools that are being built. instead we are seeing white shiny boards or in many cases high tech devices that turn the boards into computers. I’d have to say that we have come come a long way from the days of Little House on the Prairie when they used slates in order to practice the Abc’s.

A friend of mine said that one of her favorite things at school was to watch her teacher write with her personal piece of chalk. You know how a lot of the teachers had the little silver holders. Anyway her teacher would write so neatly with the chalk in the holder, and she always pictured herself writing with it.

One thing that will not be missed is having to physically write a particular punishment on the board so many times. I can remember seeing a few kids having to write I will not …….! By the time they
finished writing their punishment excercises their hands would be sore. I guess that on the computer boards of the future a typing punishment would be less excruciating. I know that I can type a lot faster than I can write, and then it is not quite as tiring.

Back in the old days every once in a while when we’d get a chance we’d scribble something on the board to shock the teacher. Not anyting too explicit, just something enough to let her know we’d messed with her board. Modern times will make that also much easier. a press of a keyboard and the deed will be done, and instead of her having to erase it all she’ll have to do is press the delete button. I’m sure that the look on her face will remain the same though. Modern technology cannot alter that reaction!

“One day memories will stir-
Regarding the subject of the chalkboard and eraser!”

ppp

 

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

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