Nostalgia and A Touch of Sappiness

Didn’t grandmas used to be…uh…more grandma like? Mine wore dull colored, aproned dresses. If her hem lifted too high, you’d catch a glimpse of rolled nylons, just below her knees.

As long as I knew her, she kept her gray hair tight in a bun and her brows wiry. They poked out over clear plastic rimmed glasses like untidy caterpillars.

(I’m fairly certain many of today’s grandmas pluck and wax.)

Because my grandma lived near us, our family visited frequently, my brother and I restless, while the grownups sat on the couch, talking and sipping gingerale. Occasionally, we had to answer a question about school.

(Adults got to talk and kids listened? Grandparents today often have to wait for the grandkids to go to college for a chance to speak in full sentences to their adult children.)

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Wenis Challenge for Weirdos

sibling photo

Sometimes, you just need to find the weirdness in life and make it your own. Well, I ran across such weirdness in a recent blog. And I’m up for the challenge.

If you haven’t already visited The Shameful Sheep you might want to check it out. Blair, the blog’s writer, uses the tagline “shit storms, shame, and stories that will make you cringe.” She had me at “cringe.”

Her last cringey post began with a fun fact:  If you lick someone’s elbow while they aren’t paying attention, they won’t feel it.

Well, we could just take Blair’s word for it, but where’s the fun in that? Seems to me, this is something that needs to be tested, am I right? Who’s with me? No? Even if you’re not up for trying it, you could be convinced of the credibility by watching the following video.

Is it just me, or is this hilarious? And cringe-worthy. But, mostly hilarious? According to the readers’ comments on Blair’s post entitled there are some strange people out there, it might just be me. At least her followers were discreet enough not to publicly admit to being one of the “strange people.” (Hmm. A lesson here? Ignoring and moving on.)

Did you know the slang term for the elbow is “wenis?” Although the word entered my vocabulary years ago, it still makes me giggle. (I know this says way too much about me, but why stop now? One man’s ick factor is another man’s giggle, I suppose.)

Here’s where I go from giggling observer, to “in the right circumstances, this sneaky wenis licking thing could be fun!” (So glad I can’t see your faces right now.)

There is a group of people in my life, that when we get together, we stop being CFO’s, philanthropists and grandparents. Magic happens. Granted, sometimes it’s at Happy Hour, (using “hour” loosely) but, the magic turns us into seven year-olds.  Or, if we’re feeling especially mature, 18 year-olds, tops.

I was born into my group, the “baby” of the family, so I have the right to be even less mature than the rest of them. And, that obligates me to bring up this weird idea. Since we’re getting together for the entire Super Bowl weekend, well…game on! (Yep. I said it.)

This group is perfect for trying out the Wenis Licking Game for three reasons:  1) siblings thrive on  competition (leg wrestling anyone?) 2) we know where these weenises have been and 3) we have a history of doing stupid things together so going for the most unnoticed licks in a weekend is not a big stretch

Bragging rights will go a long way, of course. But, maybe we’ll up the ante with some additional prizes. How about a classy Wenis-Licking trophy that could be displayed NOWHERE EVER! Or antibiotics.

I’m predicting the Wenis Licking Game will be better than the Super Bowl. Or at least more memorable. And, that the next time we get together as seven year-olds, at least one sibling will try to outdo this weirdness.





Oh, the messes they make

Oh, the messes they make

By Jennie Todd, with a nod to Dr. Suess


Thing One and Thing Two

Come to my house to play

When my daughter and son-in-law

Are out for the day

Oh, the messes they make

From ceiling to floors

Smudges, slime, handprints

On the knobs! On the doors!

New Pinterest Crafts

Sticky hands, sparkly faces

Glitter and glue

Ending up in weird places

But that’s how they roll,

Thing Two and Thing One

Besides making messes

The Things make life fun