I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer and member of St. Louis Writer's Guild. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to ten. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Go ahead, rub it in!
I suppose you each have your own ideas about the
many uses of Vaseline and baby oil.
In the '60s girls tinted a bottle of baby oil with iodine and tanned with it!
In the '70s I used Vaseline to coat my baby's bottom
when he got a severe case of chicken pox.
In the '80's I made my elderly next door neighbor's
jaw drop when he overheard me say to my then-husband, "Get the jar of
Vaseline. Go slow at first and let the lubricant work for you. Quit shoving, it
isn't working, you need to grease it first. Oh wait, I'll go in the house and
get it." I returned to the garage and helped him grease a black hose and
fit onto the radiator.
In the '90s I used an entire bottle of baby oil each
week on my escort. I applied it generously, massaged every crevice and hard to
reach place. After every application, I felt a real sense of accomplishment,
pride in fact. People would ask me what was different. I'd smile knowingly, and
say, "I'll never tell."
Only thing is, my kids told! They told everyone how
I rubbed baby oil into my old, neglected by-its- former-owner, Ford Escort.
It used to have a red shiny paint job, but the paint had oxidized. It looked like an old
red wagon that had been left out in the elements for years...until I gave it a
full body massage. Did it ever perk up. Yeah baby!
I'd pull up to school and teachers would comment on
my new paint job. Neighbors would ask if I had a new car. The pretty sheen
lasted about three days. After the third day, the pollen and dust was so thick
it looked like a hairy car. But oh for a few days, baby oil did the trick.
So, any oddities of your own to add to my