I have one in particular, that makes me laugh every time I think about it


My mum's natural hair colour is dark brown. One day, she decided to dye it Platinum Blonde. That blonde shade is the exact same hair colour her sister uses. I was seven at the time, and an only child. Sometimes I forget I used to be an only child. Anyway, after she dyed her hair, she walked into my room, asking me what I think of it. This is no lie, she looked exactly like my aunty Lindsay, her sister. I looked at her horrified, because I thought it was my aunty pretending to be my mum. "YOU'RE NOT MY MUM!", I shouted, which is what all mums want to hear (not). "I am", she said. "You're NOT!", i retaliated. She couldn't stop laughing. She really did look exactly like my aunt. "Yeah. Sure you are. MY mum has BROWN hair, not BLONDE. And don't bother expecting me to believe you, unless you dye your hair brown". The poor woman had no choice but to dye her hair back to brown.

I could post in this thread until its locked down. I am blessed with many happy moments.. one of my favorites is when my family took a day trip to an amusement park in Santa Claus Indiana. Its called Holiday World. My dads favorite place in the world I think! He loved the bumper boats. So did my mom but she hates swimming or having her head under water because she can't swim. Well my parents went to ride the boats and I stood watching because I wasn't old enough to ride yet. My dad gets in his boat, good to go. My mom however misses her seat totally and falls right into that water! She's splashing around thinking she is drowning and so did I! The ride attendant jumps into the water to help her and shes freaking out and he has to shout at her because all the flailing around she is doing is getting him soaked and angry he can't even help her. I heard him yell Ma'am Ma'am you can stand up! Its only waist deep! Ma'am just stand up! Finally my mom gets out of the water. Soaked and the man ask if she still wants to ride. She noticed my dad was way out the other side of the pool acting like he didn't even know her! Lol! So yes she got back on the ride and went after him! I heard her saying things like "thanks for helping me"..and "let your wife drown" as she attacked his boat with hers! I still hear his laughter.

I have one in particular, that makes me laugh every time I think about it


My mum's natural hair colour is dark brown. One day, she decided to dye it Platinum Blonde. That blonde shade is the exact same hair colour her sister uses. I was seven at the time, and an only child. Sometimes I forget I used to be an only child. Anyway, after she dyed her hair, she walked into my room, asking me what I think of it. This is no lie, she looked exactly like my aunty Lindsay, her sister. I looked at her horrified, because I thought it was my aunty pretending to be my mum. "YOU'RE NOT MY MUM!", I shouted, which is what all mums want to hear (not). "I am", she said. "You're NOT!", i retaliated. She couldn't stop laughing. She really did look exactly like my aunt. "Yeah. Sure you are. MY mum has BROWN hair, not BLONDE. And don't bother expecting me to believe you, unless you dye your hair brown". The poor woman had no choice but to dye her hair back to brown.

I posted this on M2 a while back:

Ozzie

When I was a child, we spent every summer in
Laguna Beach, CA, at my grandparents beach house.
Lots of movie stars about.

My mother, the ex beauty queen, loved to
prance my sister and I on the beach, to get attention.
Ozzie and Harriet and David and Ricky were
always there.

One day, she pushed me, literally, over to
where Ozzie was holding court.
I was resisting mightily and we got loud.
Ozzie heard us and beckoned me over.

Sat me on his lap. "What is wrong sweetheart?"
With the wisdom of my 5 years I calmly explained
to him that my Mother was insisting that he
was Ozzie Nelson. I was very indignant.
Because I knew he could not be..I watched
Ozzie & Harriet weekly, and Ozzie, as everyone
knew, had dark hair.

This guy's hair was as white as could be.
And I told him so.

He started laughing, his head thrown back, and
the other people around him were gathering close.
"Well, you are a very smart little girl" he said.
"Who do I look like then?" I studied his face.
I said, "You look like a Fred." This made him
howl with laughter.
He insisted everyone around him start calling
him Fred.

I spent the afternoon on his lap and he
questioned me about a lot of things. He seemed
greatly amused and of course, I had no
idea why. Only that he kept waving my Mother
away and that was good enough for me.

From then on, every day, he would call me
over to sit on his lap and converse.
About anything on my mind.
Oh yes, I always had a lot to say :-)

Over the years, I would RUN down to his
part of the beach when first we got there and
he always swept me up and hugged me to
beat the band. And we would talk and talk.

Harriet was rarely there but the boys were.
He would have them babysit me if I was
alone and he had to go. The boys were crazy
for my beautiful aunt, and would do anything
for their Dad and her hottiness.

There were years I did not see him, then he
would be there.
We were like old buddies. I think he appreciated
the genuineness of a child. I was thrilled that
someone could intimidate my Mother :-)

He died the year I got married, I think he might
have come to it.
He gave me quite the letch for older men :-)
I miss him still.
I named my cat Fred.

What a lovely memory.

Playing neighborhood hide and go seek at night, all the kids in the neighborhood would get together for this, and we could hide in anyone's yard. No one cared, and we didn't have to worry about creepers.