Greetings from the White House!
Not
that White House. The other one. I trust every reader is
Inaugurationed out, although it was uplifting and entertaining. Here
are a few of my personal highlights:
- I'm delighted that
Al Roker nailed the first official NBC interview with President Obama.
"It's WARM!" he told Al. Al was on a cloud. Pretty good
coup for a weatherman.
- My heart melted when the first
couple danced with the military personnel. "Were you nervous?"
they were asked. "No Maam, we're soldiers. We're trained to
withstand pressure." Me? I'd still be in Arthur Murray's
Remedial Box Step class.
- Those little girls are
adorable. It's refreshing to have children in the White House again. In
four years, we'll watch the 10-year-old become a teenager and her sis,
a pre-teen. They appear to be very well-mannered young ladies, but it
would be so endearing to see Melia roll her eyes at her mother.
Just once. Or stomp off into one of their many room choices,
hissing, "WHY CAN'T I GO TO THE MALL/MOVIE/PARTY/TATTOO
SHOP?" Or to hear Michelle scream, "CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM, OR
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SECURITY SEAL IT OFF FOREVER!"
In
some ways, rest assured, people are people. I doubt we'll be privy to
the inner White House unless there's a news breach. Just like
home. The outside world gets our best, and family gets the
rest!
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Cuttin' Through the Clutter
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There's
something about January that moves me towards cleaning closets
crammed full of clothes. Some of these inhabitants have not seen the
light of day in decades. Every drawer holds more than its
share. If the contents were liquid, the floor would be
saturated. I call the contents, "Inhabitants", because some of
them have their own opinioin about staying or going. Some of my
clothes have emotional appeal. From underwear to overcoats, the
cupboards are full, and they won't go. Here's a quick
inventory as to why my drawers overfloweth, and why the
Smithsonian Institute would have little interest in some of my relics,
and why I should cut the ties, too:
P.J.'s: I've 2 nightgowns and 3 short sets that have more nubby balls than
Grandmother's chenille bedspread. Rationale? Mother's Day
gifts picked out by children up to 15 years ago. (Not kidding.)
Memory Socks: When
did my sock drawer become a travelogue? Prisoner
striped socks from Alcatraz; yellow taxi socks from a
family trip to Chicago; Palm Tree Peds. (I should take photos
instead of buying memory socks. They pile up so much flatter.) I
must face the fact: these are not whimsical anymore, they are
ridiculous on a 53 1/2 year old woman.
Sweatshirts: Whatever possessed me to buy a 1996 Sausalito Art Fair sweatshirt at a
resale shop is beyond me. It seemed so chic. I look homeless when
I wear it.
The Hot Pink Dress (with polka-dot bow & puff sleeves): Birthday
1993. My daughter used to beg me to wear it to work. Now she tells
me, "What Not To Wear" would eat you alive! And finally...
Shoes: National Speakers Association Winter Workshop, St. Louis, 2004.
As they say, a picture is worth 1,000 words. I've one word for this pair. Can you say, "eBay"?
Here's my challenge. This week-end clean a drawer, toss the tatters, and bid on my blue beauties!
And let us say together, "RECYCLE IT!"
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| Bobbe's Entertainment Bin |
This month, I'm recommending a great "Feel Good" film- The Women
 "Gorgeously enter-taining! Hilarious flat-out fun." Pete Hammond, ww.hollywood.com.
My favorite quote from the movie:
"That white square box with fire coming out of it is your oven!" (We have an oven?)
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| Warning!! |
January
24th is the most depressing day of the year (all credit card and other
monthly bills have arrived from the holidays). Luckily, January 26th
is Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day (B.W.A.D.) Bubble Wrap is one of
the best stress relievers of all time! How great is that
news? Explains why you can't keep it away from people once they
get it in their sweaty little hands. So you threw out all that
bubble wrap (B.W.) after the holidays? Go to: http://www.fast-pack.com/bubblewrapappreciation.html and pop away online. Sounds hokey? Ha. Try it and get back to
me... if you can pull yourself away from the
screen. CAUTION: Not responsible for those of you who try
this at work and can't stop. Chances are virtual b.w. is not in
your job description. Your supervisors won't be happy.
Happy B.W.A.D. day!
B.W. (Hmmmm, my initials too. Think of me when you pop with glee! I think they call that Serenbobbety!)
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| Recycled Humor |
One of my favorite ways to recycle humor is to forward funnies forwarded to me.
Take a look at this You Tube Clip. I'd
have been in the audience screaming, "PICK ME! PICK ME!" What a
workout. I think the laughter is the thing that tired them the
most. (That's my plug for laughter. It is a good
workout.) Now think of the crabbiest person in your work place
and imagine them doing the hula on the Hawaiian Chair!
They might actually be laughing, loosening, and lightening
up! It's the miracle chair.
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Tip Recycled:
I hit the jackpot with a smokin' hot tip from subscriber, Liz O'Donnell. I will even be willing to bet the house that if I follow her advice, I'll never lose my car in a parking lot again. You think the odds are against me, right? Okay, here's the deal:
Always park in the 7th numbered row/ aisle. If they're lettered
instead, park in row "G". It's the 7th letter of the alphabet. (I
came up with that one myself!) How Liz remembers the row is to
think, "Lucky 7"... from the Craps tables in casinos. As Liz walks up--or down--the row, she repeats... "C'mon 7!" (That's what they say before they throw the dice.)
This is such a no-brainer for me because my dad won the money for my
mom's engagement ring throwing Craps on the return ship home from WWII
and they got married on July 7th (7/7)! What a GOLDEN NUGGET we
can all use. Thanks, Liz! This is a real winner!
Send us your tip and we'll recycle yours too!
Bincerely,
Bobbe White
Try Laughter! Inc.
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