A couple of years ago I had a brain tumor and of course brain surgery. This messed up my pituitary gland and my thyroid functions. Of course the result was no control of my body temperatures. Before the doctors got my medicines right, I suffered for a while with going from hot to cold then cold to hot. I much preferred being cold…..I was always able to put enough covers on to be half-way comfortable.

Frank…I wasn’t around to participate in the conversation but I can see that it was very enlightening. I also want to give my thanks to you for serving our country. A salute to the country’s best. As we go into our Independence Day weekend, we should all salute the men and women of this country who have kept us independent and a “Free” country. From the early fathers of this country to the current day. God Bless America, the Land of the Free. Let Freedom Ring!

Maurine….what a refreshing post. It is so wonderful to have posts like this. I am pretty dang tired of seeing the nashing and bashing posts. Do some people thrive on continuously spewing their beliefs????

RE my post: By doll lady on 07/02/2008 6:56 am I really messed that up….it looked like countrywoman said it. Ha ha ha ha ….what i really was doing was trying to highlight her post while laughing my butt off!

By countrywoman on 07/01/2008 6:04 pm My oh my…..wiping spit from my screen as I roll onto the floor laughing!!!!

Emma….I have the same problem! Exactly. I have had the white in front since age 29, now the areas are larger. I would love it if I were gray all over! Or, a redhead ….as Frank says. LOL

ahhhhhh the joys of having a seatmate for a long flight. I can’t tell you how many times I was lucky (?) enough to get the seat next to someone with body odor. Or, how wonderful it is to get the seat next to someone who has small children who didn’t have to pay for a seat….they were allowed to sit on the parent’s lap(s) and my lap too I might add. And since a meal wasn’t allotted for the non-paying child, they felt really comfortable eating off my tray. Or, the wonderful persons who had air sickness the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, not every flight was like this, but things like this caused me to take more red eye specials. Fewer pukey people. Fewer children. And more people who seemed to be business people just wanting to get there and back home as soon as possible. And yes, I have talked to wonderful people on my airplane rides over the years.

Oh yes what a wonderful woman. I loved her acting abilities. And by the way staff of wOw, I will continue to read the posts on this site even if you want to make a thousand grammatical errors. It ain’t in my heart to sit and correct anything that’s good. Oops…maybeshould I have said running well????? Maybe some people need to find another place to use their talents and their smarts. “Us”ins on here maybe don’t give a crap if the participle dangles!

Edith Ann……coming from a very small town in the midwest, I just had to laugh at your story. I remember running away from “the town” at a very young age. I couldn’t wait. I was desperate to make the “run”. I thought the town was unfit for children to be raised in. Unfit for anyone to live in. But then things went bad for me….a failed marriage, two kids to support and nothing but the clothes on my back. The old town welcomed its daughter back with open arms. My children received the best education the state could offer. Both have masters degrees and both graduated summa cum laude from university. I sincerely don’t think their education would have been as good in the metro schools in view of the drugs, violence, etc which was occurring when they went to high school. Sometimes I still long for a department store or a chain store to avoid the travel time to shop. And the movie theater closed up when I was age 10 so there’s no hope for that. But, then I think……no, I have peace and quiet. I have people who I know. I have the old “small town syndrome”. So I remain. And maybe one of these days Oprah will find my small town since it’s just upstate from me. As we midwesterners say….just a piece up the road!

I used to fly thousands and thousands of miles in a year. If it were not for the friendly stewarts/stewardesses during the red eye specials, I would have had a hard time coping with the stresses of a too busy life and career. But now I do feel like a member of the “zombie international” when I’m flying. The “friendly skies” of yesterday is not the priority of the day in today’s world.

This says “Feel Free To Lie”. Ok, I am age 39. Will someone please remind me of this answer when I am asked again!

Clara Baton was just remarkable. Her dedication shows that she was proud to be a woman just as all women are today.

Age has a way of showing the old brain is just too full of memories, numbers, names and clutter. So new things have a hard time finding a space to land. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

cat……you poor thing. I hate my big boobies. I have lots of lumps and bumps and I hate those (ouch) mammograms.

Even though I love him to death, sometimes I swear he doesn’t know the difference between a comma and a hyphen. Now if I can hire him sit on the bosses lap I might do that.