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Friday, October 5, 2012

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Yesterday I resolved to do absolutely nothing.  I’m not through yet.
          Someone I dearly love, who shall remain nameless (NOT my daughter) sometimes has trouble with multisyllabic words.  When she told me she had to get her “mammyogram” I had a mental image of an Aunt Jemima-type lady, bandanna & all, slapping her boob on the machine & saying, “Y’all go ‘head & take yo’ picture, honey.”  (I’m sorry if I appear racist—believe me, I’m NOT—but I couldn’t get this image out of my head.  Please forgive me, President Lincoln.)

           Wouldn’t it be nice if we could dream in chapters?  Then, if we were awakened in the middle of a good dream, we could just program it in & continue enjoying it the next night.  If the dream wasn’t so good—we could just delete it & open a new “book”!
           Our children joined us, along with our Best Man & Maid of Honor, for brunch at the Four Seasons to celebrate our 57th anniversary. I LOVE that place!  I raised my glass & said, “I would like you to join me in a toast to my wonderful husband, but I guess we’ll have to toast Bud, instead!”  I guess our marriage is going to last, but I have to admit my husband shook me up several years ago.  The kids were small & had gone to bed.  Bud was working on something in his home office & I was watching a special on TV about divorce & how so many women found it difficult to cope afterwards.  I went into his office & said, “We’re never going to get a divorce, are we?”  He immediately answered, “NO!”  I asked him how he could answer so quickly.  He showed me our financial statement (which is what he had been working on) & said, “Because I can’t live on half of this!”  For years, on the rare occasions when things would get uncomfortable between us after that, I would remind him of his comment.  One day I did just that & he whipped out a NEW financial statement & proclaimed, “Be careful--I CAN live on half of this!”
          Some of you may have been wondering how I became a fishducky.  If you don’t care, go ahead & skip this paragraph.  The truth is, I’m a product of a mixed marriage.  My father was a fish & my mom was a ducky.  The real story goes back again to when our kids were very young.  (I HAVE done some interesting things since then, like taking a zero gravity flight, but that has nothing to do with this story.)  Picture family dinners where the mommies have to wait to take the kids home because the daddies aren’t through with their pinochle game.  The kids are getting cranky.  One of the mommies (me) draws pictures to amuse them.  One of the kids asks her if she can draw a particular animal—I forget which one. She tells them no, but she CAN draw a ducky.  She does--& her “logo” is born!  Since that time, her house has become full of duck crap art, such as statuettes, paintings, etc.  When she got a computer & needed an email address she asked for DUCKY.  It was already taken.  She didn’t want to be DUCKY 947 or even DUCKY 2.  Her name was Fran & her last name sounded like fish & she liked duckies so one of her kids suggested FISHDUCKY.  She liked it.  


Speaking of names, when my first grandchild was born one of my sons thought I should be called “OLD GRANNY FRANNY”.  
I thought not.  I am just "Grandma".



Let's not forget Grandpa.
This picture of him is hanging in our kitchen:


         Shortly after we bought our beach condo, I was in the kitchen.  I opened one cupboard & closed it.  I opened another & closed it.  And another.  And another.  My husband asked what I was looking for.  I asked him (in all seriousness), “Where do we keep the pots & pans?”  Women seem to find this funny.  Men, not so much!  I figured he was planning to retire someday—I just beat him to it!

            You think I have a weird writing style?  According to this test, I'm another Ernest Hemingway!  

    
      * Or I may just give it (my brain) away:


        Talk to you later----fishducky




17 comments:

  1. I love the mammyogram visual. I see her as Mammy from Gone With the Wind. Did you ever find those elusive pots and pans?

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. I found them, but I don't know nothin' 'bout cookin' no food!

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  2. I loved the mamyogram visual as well. Thanks for explaining how you got your name. Love how your husband couldn't afford a divorce back then, but be careful, because he can now!! My husband always introduces me as the first Mrs.... For some reason he thinks it is hilarious!!! I thought Old Granny Franny was SO funny. You should have gone with that one - spoilsport!! LOL!

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    1. I have been known to introduce Bud as my first husband--not sure he sees the humor in it, though!

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  3. Dear Fran, (got it right this time!) I took that writer's test you linked us to and I also am an Ernest Hemingway writer! Plain and simple.

    These snippets from your life show that you've always been able to recognize the ridiculous in our lives. That's a wonderful trait and it's ended up bringing endless enjoyment to all your readers/followers. Thank you. Peace.

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  4. That test was emailed to me by my son, Ernest Hemingway. I could never speak of the "nattering nabobs of negativism", as one of our VP's did!

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  5. I've been curious how you ended up with a name like fishducky, and now I know. Thanks.

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    1. You make it sound like you've never met anyone else named "fishducky". It's a fairly common name here on Jupiter, where I live!

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  6. I actually have done both those things with dreams. Continued them the next night and "changed the channel" while I was dreaming. ;)

    Happy anniversary! I wondered how you became fishducky. ;) Another Ernest Hemingway here...LOL! Have a super weekend! :)

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    1. You mean some of my ideas could actually work?

      Thank you, Ernie, but our anniversary is in February!

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  7. I do sometimes have serial dreams, where the next night's dream is a continuation of the previous night. Normally marvellous, but not so good on the nightmares.

    Thanks for explaining about the origins of "Fishducky". It all makes sense now.

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    1. Apparently, I invented serial dreams!

      Fishducky making sense? An oxymoron!

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  8. I've never seen a writing style such as yours, but it works great, it is unique, it is you. Love it!

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  9. There's a name for my writing style--it's called BABBLING!!

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  10. I love your writing style, it should get a category all by itself, like fishducky's hummarotic, which doesn't make any sense at all but that's all I could come up with now. Ok, I'll shut up now! :)

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    1. "fishducky's hummarotic"--is that fishducky's humorotic"? I like it!"

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  11. I love your sense of humor and style of writing, too. And the mammyogram image is priceless.

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