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Perfect Ragman! That is the man only he had a longer beard. Oh....and a hairy nose..lol.

Last week we were in the Boondocks cafe/diner in northern Iowa. A fellow driver sat near us and struck up a conversation. He was an older man. Tall with a scruffy long beard. He had hair growing out the end of his nose and his hands were grease stained. I must admit that normally I would...

Although I am grey headed now, I used to blonde. I think we are too politically correct and should be laughing at ourselves! This reminded me of the children's books of Amelia Bedilia, where she took everything literally.

Gary's mother's cousin has come to visit us several times. Of course we love to listen to him talk. His first visit he said he was so glad he remembered to bring his "wooly" (sweater) It was just too cute! BTW Gary's mother was born in Britain. Her family moved here when she was a teenager...

I have had 3 children. I cannot imagine not knowing that I was pregnant. Sometimes it was like a wrestling match in my belly with large bulging parts pushing around in an uncomfortable way. I find this very odd and unbelievable. But I have heard the story many times.

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