At the YMCA I noticed a new poster on the board and stopped to read it. It said Camp Talk-A-Lot and I was so excited thinking... AT LAST! a new program I can handle.... Alas, the fine print said 3 to 5 year old and I am just a TAD past that.
The above collage is my 64th birthday celebration in 2008, that Heritage Park Rehab home surprised me with. I volunteered for 6 years there and my JOB was..... are you ready? Talking, talking and telling tall tales. If you look closely, the one thing you will see if in every photo, my mouth is OPEN...
Camp Talk-A-Lot brought up these 3 stories from the past. Bob so kindly reminded me of them when I told him about the camp.
1. In 1984, my husband and I worked in Sears automotive.. I was greeter dispacher for all the mechanics jobs. Bob and his friend Mel were standing at the counter and Mel said... "Bob, its a good thing Sandra doesn't work outside" and I said WHY? Mel said "because with all the talking you do, your tongue would be sunburned."
2. Hubby and my 25 year old son and myself were leaving church and as I stood in a group of people TALKING, with the two men waiting impatiently for me, My son said to the group "my mom has a black belt in conversation".
3. When I first joined the YMCA in 06, Bob was talking to the lifeguard and mentioned me. Renee said "Isn't your wife the one that talks alot?"
Now you know why my post are so LONG and full of verbiage... I write like I talk... And all this Bloviating is not my fault. I was born to be a bloviator...and to bloviate in person or on line. The funny thing is, a few days ago, while reading a book in my kindle, the word bloviating appeared in a sentence and I thought WHAT? tapped that word and this is what came up... It is a for real word and fits me perfectly.
I may just change the name of my blog from MadSnapper to Bloviator...