None Of The Above...

None Of The Above...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee... Oh, to be like this again... :)))))

I want to get a boob job; cosmetic surgery on my face... you know... remove some wrinkles, tighten up the old chin.

I have most all my teeth... so, I don't need any new chompers.  I think I'll get laser surgery on my eyes, so... I don't have to wear my big, old reading glasses.

I thought about having weight loss surgery... am still deciding on it.  I wouldn't have to have loose skin removed... as mine is still elastic... almost as elastic as the elastic... in my panties.  Pop!

Weight loss surgery... I've thought about this one quite a bit.  I've read, paid attention to people who have undergone it.  Some of those people die in a year or so, afterwards.

I read enough to know that sometimes, some people can't ever get the nutrition from their food, anymore.  They have to take vitamins, and such.

I read also, that you can eat... but, not drink at the same time.  You have to drink something thirty minutes later... the stomach can only hold so much, after that surgery.  Suppose I am very thirsty?  If I drink what I want... while I'm eating... would it, also... be ... pop!

I've noticed that the people I've seen... afterwards... lose a lot of their healthy appearance.  Their faces look so tired, somehow... not as healthy as they once looked.  That bothered me... I don't want to look any worse...

This is one thing I'll keep on the back burner.  I'm 'not dying to be thin'.  I've been thin... loved it... I loved dressing my body then... it was wonderful.  I had to starve to stay little... when I say 'starve'... I mean, I literally starved myself for years.  I won't do that again.

I like my clean, real fingernails.  I've resisted for years... getting all the fake, beautifully-colored nails.  You know how I dearly love colors!  I've been very tempted to get them.... the designs, colors keep luring me.

I've decided I won't go get a boob job.... it would be like hauling two big melons around on my chest.  Not only that... I'm happy just being ... me ... so, I'm going to have to say... no 'none of the above' up there, for me.

The one thing I would like to do, is to lose some weight.... I just need to eat in moderation... it happens fast.  I won't get one of those surgeries, after all.

Really... I'm afraid to... I think about people who have... and in a year or so, they died.  I know three people that did.  These are my fears, I don't know about yours.  I can only speak for myself.

Yep... I think I'll just stay myself.... and not do... 'none of the above'.

Fatigue And Liquor... Out-Bested Them

Fatigue And Liquor Out-Bested Them...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I heard a sound at the back of the house.  I was visiting a friend, we were talking about fun things to do.  What in the world was that ... noise?

I asked her if she heard it ... she shook her head as if in disbelief. I knew she had to know what it was.  I asked her what was going on... oh my!  Did I hear a grunt?

I heard someone begin to cuss loudly... I jumped up, my stomach feeling sick.

"Hit me again, you son of a b____, just hit me again"!  I ran to see what was wrong.  I didn't want anyone to be fighting.  I had grown up in the worse fights of them all.

I stopped as soon as I rounded the corner... my eyes widened.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  I began ... grinning!  What in the world... this is ridiculous!  I don't believe this, I thought.

The woman's brother, and another man were squaring off to fight each other.  They were boxing, jabbing at each other... then, one would fall back, shake his head.  Then, he'd begin fighting harder to conquer the other.

This went on, and on... both men were drunk.  Both were cussing each other as they fought each other. They were doing serious damage to each other... I watched as they would grab their head where a blow could land.  Their heads would 'rock' on their shoulders.

Now... you would think I would step in to stop those two men fighting.... because it was an awful fight.  I can't bear for people to fight... it hurts my heart, at the same time... it just pisses me off to see people being ... stupid!  My reaction is one of wanting to fight to make people stop.....

I didn't stop these two men... you won't believe this... I just grinned as I watched the entertainment.  Me... someone who would try to be a peace-maker... standing there enjoying the fight!

"You son of a b____"!  The man began to cry... he cried out that he was hurt bad, now!  I began to laugh, I almost fell to the ground.  Yes, that's right!  It was so funny!

"I'm real mad, now," he yelled.  He began throwing wild punches to the other guy.  Soon, he was winded, had to stop.  Both men began saying they wouldn't hit each other anymore, if the other would stop.

They finally agreed, walked off... never noticing me.  I couldn't stop laughing... every punch the other threw at the other... never connected.  Yet... you would swear it did ...because their heads would begin 'rocking' back and forwards... and sometimes, one would grab his head.

They beat each other up real good!  Not one punch ever connected with flesh.  I liked that kind of fight... I'd stand any day to watch that.  They whipped each other's ass, without touching the other.  They could hardly walk, when they walked away.  Fatigue and liquor finally out-bested ... them.  I bet you they both went off to sleep somewhere.