Like most major events, the moon landing and Neil Armstrong’s walk is firmly ingrained in our brains. We remember where we were and what we were doing. We remember what time of day it was. Me? Here’s what was going on… The place: Lane 3 at Sheridan Swim Club’s annual invitational meet. The time: 3:18 P.M.… Continue reading Where Were You July 20, 1969?
That’s on me. That’s on you. That’s on them. That’s on us. We must learn to own our actions.
After 67 years, my parents had been split up, not by divorce, but by different aging conditions. While there was no question about the strength of our friendship, it was confirmed many times by Michele’s willingness to accompany me on my visits. There are two kinds of humans in this world: those who can deal… Continue reading My friend, Michele, is Just the Best!
/6.6.18/Bobbe White/ When learning the speaking and writing business, we were taught, “Avoid speaking about bodily functions, seeing as everyone’s “ick” tolerance and privacy levels differ.” I’ve adhered to this advice for seventeen years in the business. No breastfeeding, colonoscopy or incontinence discussions found here. The only thing I might discuss would be: January 13th… Continue reading My Tee-Tee Tsunami
/bobbe white/5.22.18/ While in St. Louis, my daughter-in-law, Jenna, treated me to Cycle Bar for spin class. I spin occasionally and do other cardio workouts, so I was certain I could hold up for 45 minutes. Walking Lily used to be cardio, but, seriously, how many 77 year olds do you know who… Continue reading Pedaling My Tush Off
Wtad.com/whitepages/110217 Bobbe White Were you a customer in our bank October 31? If so, please come back. You saw us at our worst. We wore hideous housecoats, slippers, pajamas, curlers and facial masks. We looked awful. Photo shopping couldn’t help this bunch. You be the judge. It didn’t start out fun for me. While waiting… Continue reading WHEN GIRLS GET UGLY (good happens!)
Wtad.com/whitepages/101317 Bobbe White On a sunny September 9th, Wrigley Field spread before us. It was my first visit. I now have a certificate that says so. The ballpark is spectacular, from the rooftop bleachers to our seats in the shade and I now have a greater appreciation for “Field of Dreams.” As we waited for… Continue reading Oh, Those Cubs, Always Full of Surprises
wtad.com/white pages/7.19.17 Bobbe White Once a month is hair cut day, at 7:00 with Kris. That way, I always try to take the 7:00 A.M. slot – you know, FIFO: first in/first out. Plus, it’s quiet, as none of the other stylists or aestheticians schedule patients – I mean clients – that… Continue reading Hair Day Goes to the Dogs
written for WTAD.COM/WHITE PAGES – 7/14/17 Bobbe White Another piece was written yesterday, but I got busy and forgot to send the accompanying photo. I finally remembered, but it was after we’d gotten the call, Jeff’s dad had died. It didn’t seem fitting to post my typical, “Silly day or thought in the life of… Continue reading In Memory: He Took My Can’t Away
wtad.com/white pages/6.22.17 Bobbe White Define nag: noun 1. annoy or irritate (a person) with persistent fault-finding or continuous urging. 2. horse especially : one that is old or in worn-out condition. Nag comes from Middle English nagge; akin to Dutch negge small horse. First known use: 15th century. In other words, women have been nagging… Continue reading To Nag, or Not To Nag?