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"Happy 48th anniversary Diane & Ken"

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LittleLakePhil said:
It's 1am....I don't sleep well...always had issues....it's funny because the morphine makes me sleepy....but then I just lay there awake....I also deal with chronic pain especially in my shoulders....but because I also have breathing issues I needed to lay on my side....arrrrg. I'm a mess..
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Yes, Phil, a mess for sure, but a VERY GOOD mess. Good morning, all.
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Blooie said:
Wanna hear a short little story I wrote about school a year or so ago? Too bad, you're gonna hear it anyway! Things like this are why I dropped out of school at 16. But I must say, revenge was sweet!!
"Now I wasn't that lucky when I was in school, but I got even. I remember when I was a sophomore being accused of cheating on a math test. It was no big secret that when it came to math I was, um, challenged. (To this day my family hates playing cribbage with me because I have to count the dots on the cards to find the 15's!) I got a B on that test, and I didn't cheat. I just got lucky and 8 out of my 10 guesses were right. But the teacher called me on it in front of the entire class and no amount of tears or protests would clear my name. Naturally Math was the first class of the day and by the end of that day I was stumbling through, crying most of the time while the other kids called me all kinds of names, making horrible jokes and the other teachers looked at me like they expected me to sprout horns. I was never a popular kid to start with and the whole thing just isolated me more. From then on Mr. Graves made me take all of my math tests sitting in a chair next to his desk, facing the rest of the class. I repeat, I didn't cheat.... I saw him many years later at a gas station. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Graves, do you remember me? I'm Diane ***** and you once accused me of cheating on a math test." He looked down his long nose at me and replied, "I remember, and if I accused you then you obviously cheated." How do you fight that? I'm very ashamed of what I did in response. He had been in the process of writing out his check to pay for his gas when this exchange took place. So I smiled at him and said, "You'll never know for sure though, will you?" Then I looked at the clerk and said, "Mr. Graves has bounced the last five checks he's cashed at my liquor store. You might want to verify this one." Then I left."
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Sad, but revenge is sweet! I had a bully in my class and he enjoyed making my day miserable. Years later he ended up working for the same business as my husband. The boss asked me what kind of person he was in high school when he learned we went to school together and I got my payback.
 
Blooie said:
Wanna hear a short little story I wrote about school a year or so ago? Too bad, you're gonna hear it anyway! Things like this are why I dropped out of school at 16. But I must say, revenge was sweet!!


"Now I wasn't that lucky when I was in school, but I got even. I remember when I was a sophomore being accused of cheating on a math test. It was no big secret that when it came to math I was, um, challenged. (To this day my family hates playing cribbage with me because I have to count the dots on the cards to find the 15's!) I got a B on that test, and I didn't cheat. I just got lucky and 8 out of my 10 guesses were right. But the teacher called me on it in front of the entire class and no amount of tears or protests would clear my name. Naturally Math was the first class of the day and by the end of that day I was stumbling through, crying most of the time while the other kids called me all kinds of names, making horrible jokes and the other teachers looked at me like they expected me to sprout horns. I was never a popular kid to start with and the whole thing just isolated me more. From then on Mr. Graves made me take all of my math tests sitting in a chair next to his desk, facing the rest of the class. I repeat, I didn't cheat....

I saw him many years later at a gas station. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Graves, do you remember me? I'm Diane ***** and you once accused me of cheating on a math test." He looked down his long nose at me and replied, "I remember, and if I accused you then you obviously cheated." How do you fight that?

I'm very ashamed of what I did in response. He had been in the process of writing out his check to pay for his gas when this exchange took place. So I smiled at him and said, "You'll never know for sure though, will you?" Then I looked at the clerk and said, "Mr. Graves has bounced the last five checks he's cashed at my liquor store. You might want to verify this one." Then I left."
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I call bull crap on the feeling ashamed - he deserved that and more.

My nemesis was Mr Juppe, my eighth grade teacher. Understand, I was the 'dumb kid' who could not read in 3rd grade. Today I would be classified with some sort of a learning problem = bet that surprised you.
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I struggled throughout grade school. We were a sending district to another high school and prior to graduation we took a standardized test to determine whether we should go into the general, business, or college prep categories. Out of two eighth grade classes I received the second highest score. Mr Juppe , the bow tied bastid, accused me of cheating. It was accepted that it was impossible to cheat on such a test, and the educational system decided to 'challenge' me by putting me into an accelerated program. I survived, discovered that I was not stupid, but never got to even things with that pompous p***k. Yeah, I bear a grudge. Anyone who demeans a kid deserves what they get.
 
Debby, you are a wonder! I have a feeling every thread I click on this morning will have you singing glad tidings! You're so silly - and sweet!

Thanks everyone for the anniversary wishes. I don't know for sure how I got so blessed to find Ken, but I do know that at times it was hard work to keep it all going. Being a part-time wife for 26 years can sure put a strain on a marriage. But when something is worth it, you grab it both hands and don't let it fail.

You often hear the expression, "I married my best friend." I've never felt that way. First of all, I was 16 years old and I only knew Ken for 6 days when I got my diamond. He was home on leave from Viet Nam. Dad said we had to wait a year, until Ken's next tour was over. He said, "If it's meant to be, then it will be." So Ken and I started out as "acquaintances". We went from there to being "pen pals". Along the way we became friends. It took many years before we became "best friends." Now I can sum up our relationship in one simple sentence - "I like me better when I'm around him."
 
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