It also makes me seem older than I am.

dahlianut said:you're goooooooood fiwit

A combination of Celtic genes (lot of blarney in my blood), natural talent, and YEARS of experience perfecting my art

Mary, I'm still stuck on you being in the first grade in 1966/67 That makes me a "tad" older than you

vic said:Mary, I'm still stuck on you being in the first grade in 1966/67 That makes me a "tad" older than you

Love you guys, cause around my neighborhood, I'm *not* a spring chicken, and I'm not old! (neither are any of y'all, as far as I can tell... we're only as old as we act, right?)

Right!

Sharon said:It also makes me seem older than I am.

Well... if you started teaching when you were 11 1/2, and are retired now, that makes you ... 25-26, right? But that innate maturity makes it seem like you're in your mid-30s, maybe. At least, that's how it seems from this little patch of paradise here in Jawja.

I remember the glue with the organe tip with slit in it too, and that jar of white paste, bringing back memories girls!.

In Sept of 1966 I was14 yrs old, going into the ninth grade and 7 months later, March 15th 1967, I would meet my future husband of 40 years for the first time. I feel madly in love with him. Everyone told me that I didn't know what love was. Don't you believe it. He was 19 years old and the finest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. Of course, Mama ran him off with a tongue lashing, but I never gave up. We married March 27, 1971.
And I never ate glue. But I looked like I ate everything else. At least until I saw my sweetheart. Good memories.

Debbie, you are so funny!! I smile right out loud when I read some of your words!!

Debbie - what a sweet story

What a luvly story about you and your true luv Debbie I like being an ole fart. I can get away with more 'unusual' antics

And the rest of us old farts all understand!

Ahem!!!Old Farts everywhere...

you are all me up! Is this the chat thread?

Dahlia, I love rubber cement.

When I was young, I bought the cutest gift wrap and rubber cemented it to my kitchen walls in my first apartment with my hubby. I can still see it. Sage green (then called Olive green) with rows of veggies.

When it was time to move, I peeled it off, rubbed the glue and VOILA! It was fresh as can be. It's fun for collages and scrap books.

See what happens when you're gone, Boo. Our true selves come to the surface. I try to maintain some dignity but they get to acting like kids every time. It just gets worse as the night wears on.

Can't do a thing with them.

Sharon!

AHEM this is a very important thread (or bobbin) for the artistically challenged (see title where I actually spelled 'artistically' correctly). Part of our 'challenge' is that we get easily distracted I have a new exciting example for us which I will pictify today.