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Hey ladies, where y'all goin'?  

wickedeasy 74F
11076 posts
4/17/2019 2:22 pm
Hey ladies, where y'all goin'?


Today on FB , there was a video of a bunch of little girls all gussied up with sunglasses and coverups over their bathing suits, strutting down a hotel corridor. I loved their sass. One was wearing a tutu. All of them wore sunglasses. They struck poses all the way down the hallway,<b> whipping </font></b>off their glasses, shoulders and hips jutting. Damn.

Remember when you were that unselfconscious.? When yourself was just so utterly perfect that you could sweep through a hotel lobby on the way to the pool and the world would turn and smile, maybe even applaud? I do, I remember that.

When you could run forever, when trees were places you sat in to read, when a slip of a moon made your stomach tumble, when your skin smelled of sunshine, dirt, orange popsicles. Orange was the only color I ate.

My neighbors to the left have three . They are all very intelligent, incredibly articulate. The family came home while the grandparents went back to Haiti to run their mission there. My bedroom window is next to their backyard. I spy on them. Last summer the oldest decided to cut lawns for money, the middle started her own baking company. The baby is now 4. We had discussions about contracts, due dates, accounts payable. I look forward to what they will do a full year later.

Now that the little guy has learned to stand up to his big brother, I overheard this the other day

Big: give it to me
Little: it’s mine
Big: I said give it to me
Little: You are not a good brother to me
Big: give it to me
Little: that means you should be kind
Big: snatches whatever it is
Little: I’m telling Papa
Big: tattle tale
Little: thief

Who has that talk like that? My neighbors do. I wanted to tell Sam but I just couldn’t. who wants to be the old lady next door who snoops, right? And the , she’s a warrior, I have seen her fall off her bike, say “ow” in this nonchalant voice and take off running at full speed so she won’t miss out on something that could be happening.

I love the noise they make. It brings such life through my window.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


wickedeasy 74F
32404 posts
4/17/2019 2:23 pm

obligatory comment

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


superbjversion2 68F  
24388 posts
4/17/2019 4:29 pm

Hanging upside down from the monkey bars in a dress and not caring that your underpants were showing. I'll take the grape popsicle, please.

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:16 pm:
i'd do it know except I don't wear panties

SeaGirlFL 60F
9220 posts
4/17/2019 5:56 pm

I'd like the cherry popsicle.

Playing softball in the field with the older kids until it was too dark to find the ball...

I envy you those neighbor kids...what fun that must be. My neighbor kids, in the apartment below, tend to scream and yell, and most afternoons it sounds like there is a cage match going on in the room below my office.

"Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:18 pm:
lmao at cage match.

great description

TicklePlease 56F  
13851 posts
4/18/2019 3:42 am

I love overhearing kids when they think no adults are listening!

Unfortunately MY neighborhood kids learn from their parents so their "play" is nothing but fighting and cursing.... at elementary school age.


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:20 pm:
what a shame...…...

smartasswoman 66F  
35813 posts
4/18/2019 10:30 am

Tattle tale!

On a recent episode of This American Life they talked about a kindergarten classroom where one of the dads volunteered to install a "tattle phone". Because apparently kids want to tattle all day long - it was huge timesaver for the teacher to just tell them 'go tell the tattle phone'. The recordings were hilarious.


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:21 pm:
brilliant idea

remember the art linkletter show = kids say the darndest things - I loved that - you might be too young to remember it.

pocogato12 71F  
37235 posts
4/18/2019 8:40 pm

Playing Kick the Can and using Gloria's kitchen to make cookie messes- yep I could do that again. And I love grape

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wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:22 pm:
there was a twilight zone episode about the kick the can - remember it?

backpocket13 50M
9007 posts
4/19/2019 11:57 am

Hey Darlin,
.........Youthful Innocence is a Beautiful thing,.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:22 pm:
it is beautiful...…...and ends all too soon.

Tmptrzz 61F  
107039 posts
4/19/2019 4:55 pm

Thanks for sharing a great story about what happens next door, got to love kids outside playing and having fun, and out of the mouths of babes right.. I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend..

Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on..


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:23 pm:
I hope you did you - your posts on food always inspire me to cook

_IKanCu2_ 105M

4/20/2019 1:15 am

Reliving.
There is a sadness in ihat little argument,
,,, but that, is another discussion.




wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:28 pm:
yes there is a sadness in that argument. it's why I wanted to talk their Papa. the oldest boy has some anger in him this year that I haven't seen before. i'm glad you picked up on it too.

sweet_VM 65F
81699 posts
4/21/2019 7:38 am

Busy. Great story. Happy Easter.

Become a blog watcher sweet_vm


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:28 pm:
breathe.

FitAndFun321 62M  
6104 posts
4/26/2019 7:23 pm

Go ahead and be Mrs, Kravitz! The kids will remember you for the rest of their lives.

When I was a kid, we had the Raatz brothers (yes, sounds like it's spelled), two cranky old assholes who would curse us as we rode bikes past their hovel on the corner, keep whatever baseballs we accidentally knocked into their yard, and shoot daggers with their rheumy old eyes. I don't remember nearly as clearly the names or 'features' of any other older folks in the neighborhood.


wickedeasy replies on 4/29/2019 5:30 pm:
they love me. I buy the brownies, he uses my lawnmower, and little Isaiah sits with me on the stairs and watches ants. . Mrs. Kravitz my ass...………..

lmao

lindoboy100 61M
23969 posts
5/10/2019 11:53 am

Hiya McW, hope ye're weel m'dear!


griffiththomas 63M

5/16/2019 8:10 pm

I love this post. Thanks.
Reminds me of a favorite:

Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and
cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was
air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the
nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would
take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Dylan Thomas


canyaz 56F
17128 posts
7/24/2019 4:35 am

My 19 and 21 year olds get very embarrassed by me and my confident silly self. I am turning into that old lady who just doesn't fucking care if I shock, offend or amuse. As a child I was none of those things. I was cowardly and shy.
I love how you observe the world around you. Hugs

There is a difference between a good BJ and a bad BJ.
canyaz


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