Russell Gayer, author speaker
Friday night, we played cards with another couple. For a twist, I suggested we name our teams and add cheers or fight songs like you might hear at a high school or college sporting event.
Instead of choosing a fierce animal, bird, or renowned race of fighting people, we chose vegetables for our mascots. Ross and I were the Onions—known for our pungent odor and ability to bring our opponents to tears—while Connie and Peg decided to call their team the Beets. As the night wore on, the ladies’ became Un“Beet”able and won every game.
What rough & ready fruit or vegetable would you choose for your team mascot?
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We often don’t factor in that the people we remember from the old days have probably aged too. You captured that well, Russell
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You’re right. We all still feel 25 inside.
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So, getting old is a matter of choice? Nice way to shatter my hopes and dreams. 🙂
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Whatever happened to “You’re only as old as you feel?”
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Dear Onion Ring,
This puts me in mind of the reunions Jan and I have attended. Both his and mine. We’ve decided we’re not too shabby for a couple of senile citizens. I often swim laps in the Denial River. 😉 What’s sad is we show up for those reunions to see who’s still alive. Wow, I’ve depressed myself. Hope you’re pleased with your smelly self.
Shalom,
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Dear Mayapple Fritter W(T)F,
I bet there were a lot of other Mimes in your class at Walla Walla Bing Bang. That should make for some riviting conversations. 🙂
Nuf said,
Onion Ring
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Personally I’d run a mile from a reunion. There are just some truths that you shouldn’t have to absorb.
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It’s okay to look, but don’t touch.
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It’s funny. Many of my gang still get together and next year is our 40th (what???) high school reunion. I can tell you that a heck of a lot of ’em are still mighty fine looking…
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Yourself included. 🙂 Have fun at the reunion. I enjoyed my 40th.
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Awww shucks… Thanks, Russell.
It’ll happen if I get involved 😉
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Onions vs Beets! 😀
The good news is, due to memory loss, you won’t remember a thing from the reunion. 🙂
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You always have a way of looking on the bright side, Morgaine. 🙂
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That’s because I live in the dark side. 😀
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I think I’d call my (female) team the Tomatoes!
My 55th! high school reunion is coming up. I probably won’t go. So far away, and I don’t enjoy flying any more. Might be kind of fun to see people, though. I imagine that very few of us look much like those senior photos in the year books 🙂
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I know I don’t look like my senior photo. I had hair down to my shoulders (and my hair was dark). Today, I still have lots of hair, but it’s short and all silver.
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I would be the common potato – unspectacular but reliable, with the ability to be turned into delicious fries!
Let’s not talk about growing old, it’s too painful.
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Potatos are good, but not to fierce. Now, if you were a sweet potato . . .
That opens up a whole new group of options.
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Can’t quite stop the march of age, and you are right not everyone handles it the same. Love the second paragraph. I would choose beet too because I love beets, I just steamed a mess of yellow and red and they are delicious, and of course it would be so fun to beet you. Oh hey, I saw a bunch of beautiful fish that had just been caught, where did you buy them?
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I like Beets too, especially Connie.
As to the fish, I will not, under any circumstance, reveal my source. I tell everyone who ask where I caught them, “I caught them all in the mouth.”
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Humorous reality check. I’d be a tomato.
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What? With all those good options like asparagus?
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Being far away from the possibility of any school reunion makes me super happy. Donn goes to his when they happen. He loves them! Fun story Onion Ring. Lish
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Dear Potato Eye,
You might have to go to Idaho for you reunion. I hear they grow red, white, and golden potatoes there.
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Isn’t it strange, Russell, that everyone is showing signs of decrepitude except you and me?
And I’m not really so sure about you…
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Well, I was going to say the same thing about you C.E.
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i remember attending our high school reunion. folks looked really old. but who’s talking? i did too. 🙂
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Sometimes I feel lucky just to be alive long enough to attend a reunion.
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The other day I saw a woman who I really fancied when she was a girl in our school day. OMG! Say no more!
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I can’t help but wonder what she thought when see saw you too.
Still handsome after all these years, I suppose.
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It seems aging is not for the faint-hearted. No reunions for me, I am not that strong.
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Nah, they are not. I went to my 40th. It wasn’t that bad. I looked better than the majority–except for those who were already deceased.
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Nothing a fountain of youth can’t fix. Fun story and preamble!
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Yeah, the fountain of youth makes excellent bath warm as long as you don’t stay in too long.
Thanks for dropping by and your lovely comment. 🙂
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Not everyone is equipped, which is why I keep trying to deny the process, which brings me to fruit, Kiwi (ripe) – hairy on the outside, gooey mess on the inside.
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You’re right. Aging isn’t for the weak of heart.
I love your team name, The Kiwis. They sounld like a force to be reckoned with.
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I always think I look much younger than people my age. I’m obviously not alone in this observation.
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You’re certainly not. You look pretty young to me.
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That’s what my step mother says 😉
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I didn’t really enjoy my school, and I’ve never been back. Still, I’ve met one or two former schoolmates and we’re not so dusty given it’s over forty years since we were there! I would choose rice as my vegetable…
Fun story, Russell, in a grisly sort of way!
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Hmm . . . I thought of rice as team mascot, but I guess it could be pretty intimidating.
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I loved the way you described the women, too funny. I would have enjoyed attending this school. Great story.
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Aging treats some people much worse than others.
However, there was one women who aged extremely gracefully. I wish I knew her secret.
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Aging is far more impressive than death-defying stunts! Stunts take only a few moments or hours The former, on the other hand…
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