Gianetta Palmer

It's not exciting. It's not glamorous. It's not even something that I like to do. But it has to be done. Otherwise, yours truly, would be bathing in an atmosphere that isn't conducive to cleanliness and whether you know it or not; I like to be clean. Cleaning the bathtub has always been an adventure for me. I'm always trying different cleaners to see if there have been any improvements to easily remove soap scum from the edges of the tub. Many cleaners say they remove soap scum but not so in my tub; it must have built up some kind of resistant to all 21st century cleaners. Since my accident a few months ago, I have been unable to clean the bathtub. Bending over sends spasms of pain through my abdomen and shooting stars to my brain--I became so dizzy and disoriented the first time I tried to clean the tub that I almost mistook the toilet for the tub and reached for some cold water to splash on my face. Luckily, the cat was getting a drink, so I came to my senses rath

***Author's note: You can read Part I of this story by clicking here .*** ...It wasn't quite the 1909 Wagner card, but any Mickey Mantle card would be a great addition to my collection. When I scanned the crowd at the memorabilia auction I knew I might be out of my league. This wasn't the usual "Let's go to the auction because there isn't anything else to do in this town on a Saturday night" crowd. I noticed most of them (older men and their grandsons) were wearing Rolexes, Polo shirts, Duckhead shorts and Top-sider shoes. One kid wanted a soda and his grandpa pulled out a wad of bills and shook his head because he didn't have anything smaller than a hundred. Another guy, upon further inspection, was wearing sunglasses that had dollar signs as logos and so many rings and gold chains that Mr T would have been envious. Another guy kept walking around looking at everything while talking on his cell phone. Maybe, I was out of my league. The auction continu

The scene--Any small town in a state that doesn't allow fireworks, namely Georgia. A guy walks into his local courthouse and asks where he can get a permit. The guard sends him down to the permit office. There is a really long line and only one window open. He admits to himself that this permit thing must be a pretty good idea, 'cause everyone here seems to be getting one. After all, on July 4th, he always hears fireworks going off all over town, so, they must have a permit, right? The man finally reaches the counter after one lunch break, and two smoke breaks and asks the lady about applying for a permit. She pulls out the forms and said that the fee was going to be $500.00. He scratches his head and thought that that sounded like a lot of money. "Ma'am, why does it cost so much to get a permit to let off fireworks," he asked? "Let off fireworks," she said. "Don't you know that is illegal in this state?" The man scratched his head once aga