it’s almost halloween.
it makes me think of witches.
i always wanted to be a witch.
are you a witch?
actually . . .
i used to be.
here’s me being a really smug witch. also . . . . this is . . . .
my first attempt at scanning my own real photographs.
my marine gave me a scanner! what a guy.
why on earth did it come out so gigantic!!! it was a tiny picture.
i tried to make it smaller.
godzilla the giant witch.
you get the picture. LOL. no pun intended.
when bob met me i had just turned 18 years old.
ha! i’m not too smitten am i?
he was almost 30. well very close. he was 28.
but he had already served 8 years in the reserves.
4 in the air force and 4 in the navy.
he was a private pilot.
he had one former wife and a sweet little daughter.
isn’t she a cutie? that’s robin.
and he had started his own business.
and he was paying school loans and child support.
he was a mature young man with accomplishments and common sense.
the kind of guy they used to say this about . . .
“he’s got a good head on his shoulders.”
he had a personality that just made you grin.
he made me grin.
except for a few days once every month.
i had the habit of turning into a witch. a witch with a capital B.
more like this angry 2 year old than an almost grown up 18 year old.
he soon let me know that that was not necessary. it wasn’t endearing
me to anyone. and that we can always control our own actions.
bob . . . telling me like it is. or . . . giving me what for. or . . .
well. you get the picture. i was being a witch.
good grief! what a horrible picture behind him … like purple intestines
exploding or something.
well. anyway. i took his advice to heart.
i was so in love with this handsome marlboro man that i’m afraid i’ll
maybe disappoint any women-libber types reading the peanut.
i mean ~ you know ~ like . . .
how DARE a man tell me how i should control my own hormones !!!
the very NERVE. he should walk in MY SHOES each month. LOL!
but you know what? by golly he was right!
first it was a matter of pride. then it just became a habit.
a habit to become more aware of it.
aware of not unconsciously and unecessarily hurting others . . .
regardless of what excuse you want to use.
i still always liked the idea of witches though.
i don’t mean the witches in the wizard of oz. i hate that movie.
always did. even as a child.
oops! there i go again ~ possibly insulting more oz-loving peanut
readers. after all . . . it is considered a beloved children’s classic.
i say . . . bleh.
i thought the munchkins were going to sing and dance . . .
and i just wanted to sock the cowardly lion in the mouth.
“shut up! and quit CRYING all the time. for pete’s sake.”
and the tin man whining for a heart ~ and the scarecrow . . .
dropping hay everywhere.
dorothy just mostly made me nervous. she looked on the verge of
a constant breakdown. poor thing. really and truly . . . poor judy.
little toto was the star of that movie for me. i did love brave little toto.
the bad witch was really scary.
and the ‘good’ witch of the north called glinda . . .
poo! she just looked like your everyday run of the mill tooth fairy.
my kind of witch is kim novak in “bell book and candle.”
what a great classic old movie!
talk about your cool classy witch!!!
and casting a spell to make jimmy stewart fall in love with you!
well . . . that’s my kind of spell.
this poor guy never had a chance. lol.
uh oh. ya think? he finallly gets it!
when a witch wants you to fall for her . . . well . . . look out.
one of the funniest scenes in any movie ever . . .
is jimmy trying to drink a horrible gunky concoction of grey gooky stuff
to break the spell of love. he is simply hilarious!
who ever really knows? but he got his witch. ahem. girl.
or . . . she got him.
before he convinced me to turn in my broom and my witchy ways . . .
maybe i cast my own spell on poor unsuspecting darling bob.
because . . .
he. fell. head. over. heels.
“move over kim novak !!!”
this is my darlin’ and me.
and he never did have to drink anything grey or gooky.
lol! i can see i’m gonna have to remember to DUST off these pictures
before scanning them. looks like lint all over it. sorry.