PAST CHRISTMAS PAST

BELATED HOLIDAY GREETINGS

LOVE, NORMA 

COLD WEATHER GOTCHA DOWN?

I SAY, LAUGH AT WINTER!

LABOUR'S LAST LOAD

NOT TO BELABOR THE POINT, BUT I'M

GONNA GO OUT AND HAVE SOME LAUGHS.

NORMA'S ONLY HUMAN

THE QUESTION WAS, 

"If you Bitches could travel 
back in time to 1976, what would YOU 
purchase off the racks to wear?"

THIS IS NORMA, OFF THE RACK, 1976.

Travels with Norma

WE'VE JUST RETURNED FROM A 

ROLLICKING ADVENTURE EAST!

IT REALLY HAPPENED!

As I boarded the filled plane and spied my center seat, I eyeballed my two neighbors. In the window seat was an older, unremarkable man, but on the aisle was a younger, good looking chap

and he was wearing this t-shirt.

Use may use your imaginations.

***

First on the itinerary was the high school reunion.

It was a hoot rubbing elbows with my old chums tormentors.

***

As you can imagine, it was a very emotional evening.

There was lots of catching up to do.

Here, Harvey Goldberg, Norma and Jerry Rabinowitz recall their gym class days, 

under the watchful eye of Miss Toe, their rugged instructor.

Many to thanks to Harvey for supplying that, until then, unseen photo.

The buffet was fantastic!

Of course there was dancing.

My dears...the evening was exhausting!

***

I need to rest now.

Google Image My Ass

Dearest Margaret taught me something the other day. Seems yours truly had 

never heard of Google Images and how one could use a photo to search. 

So, I quickly headed over to that dusty tomb, The File on Esther Zidel, 

hoping that I might be able to put names to some of unknown snapshots Esther took. 

Imagine how stupid I felt when the results of my Google search was no other than Esther Zidel! DUH. So today I tried something. I took an old photo of myself and popped that in. 

Get a load of the results.

Absolutely insane. Oh, pardon me, visually similar.

MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY?

OVER AT THAT DELIGHTFUL DARK BAR, 

INFOMANIAC, THE MANAGERESS AND MISTRESS MJ 

SPECULATED ON THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY I MIGHT PEN.

DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT TASHA TUDOR?

HERE IS MY LIFE. THERE IS NO NEED FOR ME TO PUT PEN TO PAPER.

YES, NORMA IS PUZZLED

Norma needs help. Facebook etiquette help. I know, I know, what the fuck am I
doing wasting time on Facebook. Good question, but we'll leave it for another time.
Today's dilemma is this: Came upon a friend request today, a guy I went to high school with.
This doesn't surprise me, a reunion is coming up this summer so there's plenty of activity
surrounding the class' FB page. Initially when I saw his name, I was shocked.
Someone I was never pals with, but he wasn't part of the enemy camp either.
So, I did the nice thing and accepted. My next error was to saunter over to
his wall and lo and behold, whenever he posted anything, it was biblical thingys with
numbers at the end. I gasped, grabbed my inhaler and then unfriended him.
Should I write him something? I feel bad, especially if I'm to see him this summer.
My Facebook wall is filled with heathens and what-have-you...
...do you think he checked me out first? 

This is my profile photo.

Don't you think this would tip a fella off?

SATURDAY IS ERRANDS' DAY...

The Doctor is IN

OVER AT RADIO INFOMANIAC, OUR DEAREST FRIEND MISTRESS MJ HAS BLOWN THE LID OFF MY TRUE PASSION, MY REASON FOR LIVING. AND THAT IS WHAT YOU QUERY? WHY, IT'S YOU DARLING!! YOU AND YOUR TROUBLES, YOU AND YOUR PHOBIAS, YOU AND YOUR FEARS. TELL MOTHER NORMA WHATEVER HAUNTS YOU AT NIGHT. TELL MOTHER NORMA WHAT TAUNTS YOU DURING THE DAY. I'M LICENSED IN 49 STATES AND FULLY BONDED. THE LINES ARE OPEN!