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First Kisses

My first kiss was in elementary school. We were playing boys chase girls at recess. When caught, the boy would kiss his catch. Sean chased me down the grassy hill. The girls around me laughed and screamed. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt. I pulled my long hair over my face as my foot slipped and I landed on the ground. His face touched the hair covering my forehead. Continue reading

First Kiss

kissWhen I was young and Dad would come home from his hard struggles of the day, Mom would always greet him with a special kiss and a warm hug.  Dad would often express his insecurities like “If I have another day like this, I’ll have to sell pencils and shoelaces on a street corner”. Mom would proceed to reassure him.  I watched this first kiss welcome night after night and I fantasized about the wonderful day when that first kiss would be mine with my special someone. Continue reading

Sweet First Kiss

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1st day of 1st & 6th grades

My very first kiss would have to be in 1st grade.  During recess, we would play tag with the girls catching the boys.  Once you caught the boy, you would have to kiss them.  Well – I decided to catch Eddy Wong 26 times in one recess because he was the slowest one in class. Continue reading

Memorable First Kiss?

kissWho remembers their first kiss? The one that I remember was rather odd.  It took place when I believe I was approximately seven or eight.  A bunch of my neighborhood friends were all hanging out in my front yard.  We were looking for something fun to do when someone suggested that we play a kissing game.  Well, it took a dare for one of the boys to kiss me.  I shall keep the name of this boy anonymous as he is still alive and might not appreciate having his identity exposed.   I  didn’t find this exactly exciting although I do remember it, so that must mean something.   

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But, there is a kiss that I will definitely remember.  This was memorable in its own way.  I was at a boy-girl party with a bunch of friends.  Actually, it was supposed to be an all-girl party as it was known to all the parents, but you get the picture, the guys were allowed and joined us coming through a basement window.  O.K., then we were partying, having a great time.  My boyfriend was there, who I would consider to be my first love.  It was suggested by my girlfriend who hosted the party that she and her boyfriend and my boyfriend and I see who could kiss the longest.  So, with the rest of the gang watching in anticipation, soft music playing in the background, the four of us proceeded on the couch kissing.  We were doing quite well I would say, until, you got it, my girlfriend’s parents walked in.  Wow, that ended the competition quite rapidly.  Talk about red faces.  Not to mention that boys weren’t even supposed to be at this party.  Another interesting teenage memory.

Now, when you think about kissing it is really kind of a strange thing if you really think about it.  Kind of like your eyebrows.  If you look at them long enough you might agree that they are kind of a strange thing to have.  Well, kissing can seem to be this way also.  

Sort of got off the track there, so, just exactly makes for a good kiss?  Some like soft, some like frisky, some like mushy, with beards, without beards,  Actually a soft meaningful rather dry kiss is to my liking.  Most of all I like it to be meaningful by someone that really likes you, not just some random act of affection.  You get the picture!!!

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New Year…a Commitment to Change

I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions. As a teacher, I’ve always considered the school year the beginning and ending of life, with the summer as a buffer zone. 

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Starting the 1973-74 school year with high hopes

Every August, I would sit down and think about the ways I wanted the upcoming school year to go. I yearly focused on having one family meal each week, another year, I organized my dinner plans in a rotating schedule…Monday–pasta, Tuesday–tacos…I usually worked to organize my brain around making my home and family life sane. While working as a full-time teacher with three kids, life was full…busy…chaotic. Continue reading

New Year’s Resolutions or Not?

resolutionsMaking New Year’s Resolutions has never played an important part in my life.  I find that sometimes putting down words of actions to take can cause me to not take action. I would rather celebrate last year’s successes which are done and in the “can”. They were thought about, acted on, and completed. Continue reading

Cure for a New Year’s Resolution – Get a Dog

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My thought for my resolution was to get a dog.  My resolution was to walk.  I needed inspiration and a really good reason to get out there and get my buns moving.

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To Do or Not To Do (A New Years Resolution Story)

 

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Me – Then


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Me – Now

Every year I plan out New Years resolutions to follow and every year, like so many others, I fail to follow my plan after about 2 weeks.  I don’t know what it is or why that happens, but it’s like clockwork.  Continue reading

Sandy and Her “Formative Years”

formative yearsWho am I?  I am a middle child of three.  I grew up in a middle-class family, and have lived in the same town all my life.  

What I have been told, and what I remember is that I was a rather curious, spunky, and mischievous child.  I don’t remember ever being bored with life during my very young years. I was always out there looking for fun and excitement much to my parent’s dismay.

One of my first memories was when I was about four or five, we lived in the upstairs of an apartment house close to downtown.  My mom had to go to the basement to do laundry.  The other tenant’s son who lived downstairs from us had rabbits which he kept in the basement.  Well, you got it, they stunk.  My mom would complain to me because I was usually with her as not to get into trouble, and she would complain that she didn’t appreciate those rabbits being down there.  So, being the cooperative child that I was, when no one was around I went down to the basement and let them all out.  I don’t remember how many there were, but it seemed to be excessive.  I must have had a reputation because while sitting on the steps out front of the house with one of my friends, the owner of the rabbits, sought me out and scared the crap out of me.  For some reason, he just knew that I had to be responsible for this.  Imagine that.
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A Summary of ‘Chelle

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Watching my hero with her hamster

Of all the Sidetracked Sisters, I’d consider myself to be the most logical or systematic one…  That being said – I’ll start from the beginning and briefly tell my story.  Additional details will come later.  I’m the youngest of 2 daughters to Art & Sandy.  For as long as I can remember, my older sister (Lisa) was my hero.  I followed in her footsteps in everything (almost).  She played flute, so did I.  She was a cheerleader, so was I.  She learned Spanish, so did I.  She went to college in Eau Claire, so did I.  You get the idea.   Continue reading

Lisa Hoffman, an Introduction

I am an onion. Well, you know, not a REAL onion, I’m just talking metaphorically here.

As I age, each year wraps around and over the previous. Year by year memories are formed and covered with new layers.

I know, this whole onion person metaphor is kind of weird, but I really like onions, so work with me here…

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Once Upon a Time…

once upon a timeOnce upon a time in a small city in Mid-Central Wisconsin, there lived a family with three daughters.  The youngest daughter was born prematurely and weighed only three pounds.  When she came home from the hospital two months later, her two sisters asked if they had to keep her? They were so hoping for a brother. 

Over the years, their wish was kind of granted.  Their little sister was quite a Tomboy. She played cowboys and Indians with the neighborhood kids and was happiest when she was playing basketball or football with her classmates. Continue reading