Saturday, February 13, 2010

Hippie problems...

You know I am a child of the 60's...



Well, actually, a child of the 50's..sort of.

OK, OK, I was born in 1949..but near the end..so I am sort of a child of the ...50's..

And I'm just beginning to be a child again..in my 60's .
.




..and no, that is not me...although I think she's sweet and I love her sense of creativity..and as my Daddy used to say..
"Creativity comes before good taste.."  
That and .."a donut without a hole is a Danish.." ...but that's not really relevant..

Oh, and this is not Mr. B and me...

 
..although, once again.??....uh..never-mind.  This is just disturbing..

Speaking of disturbing..while searching for some images of "hippies" I came across this vintage ad..


 ..don't ask me...I hope I'm not offending anyone here..but I thought it was funny..maybe they meant herpes?? 
{note added:  OMG!!  They WERE talking about herpes! WHaa??? I looked it up..how rude!!}

OK, back to thinking..wow..that just about did me in..

ANYWAY...Nope. It's not Hippies like the people-hippies..

And  not Rose Hips..

Nope...it's MY hips..

..and, yes, those are not my hips, too.  But great park benches, dontchathink?

Actually, it's one hip..

 

..not the one she's grabbing..the one on the other side. My right hip..the one Madame Sylvia has in the air in the other photo..

Hey, wasn't that a movie?? Oh, yeah, it was "My Right Foot"

Well, my right foot is just fine, thankyouverymuch.  It's the hip.

Ever since I fell on the ice before Christmas..Guess I need to go to the ol'Doc and see what's up.

But in the meantime, I found this great little ditty {I love that word! D.I.T.T.Y..it just make me happy typing it.dittydittydittyditty..} about Hips.


Homage to My Hips

these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top
      -Lucille Clifton

Well, there you have it.. my mighty, magic hips are FREE to do whatever they wish..

It would have been nice if they hadn't decided to fall on the ice before Christmas..

But obviously, they have a mind of their own..

I just wish the right hip would know what the left hip was doing..

Oh yeah...that's for hands. huh..

Have a Sweetest of Valentine's days and remember I love you all :-)

-the old hipster...

-yeah, me

12 comments:

All My Yesterdays said...

Oh No, not the Hipthingy!! Colleen, that's not allowed...stupid ice anyway. But ya, better go have it checked.
And hey, I remember the Hippies and all the fun they seemed to be having. I always thought I could be one, but since I was busy changing diapers and making bottles, I never got to run away with them...But then looking at the ones who are still being them (?) guess I'm glad for the *couldn't do's* Besides, some of my friends call me the *Latent Flower Child* cause a my hair...
Anyhoo, take care of that hip, or is it proper to say them hips?

Have a good Heart~Day..

Pearl said...

These hips are made for walking and that's just what they'll do cause one of these days these hips are gonna fall down just like you, dum dum de dum dum start falling... I just hated that song by Nancy Sinatra. Ah yeah, go to the doc, I know you want too...your post made me think of my Hippie days, you see I was a true Hippie and heck no I'm not one now don't cha know. I'm just an old hipster like you. By the way "Happy Valentines Day" thanks for all the laughs and smiles. Now give me some more!

diane said...

Hippity doo dah hippity day
Take your hip for an x-ray.
I remember the hippies, the flower people. They had some good ideas and some not so good. That add was a hoot.Hope the hip gets better soon. Watch out on the ice..

Karen said...

I think you oughta "hip" right down to the doctor and have it checked out. Peace.

Coralie Cederna Johnson said...

Oh what fun to revisit my "hippie days"! Happy Valentines Day to you...ENJOY!!!

Aunt Amelia's Attic said...

"It's the hip.

Ever since I fell on the ice before Christmas..Guess I need to go to the ol'Doc and see what's up."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hon...... Like go. Like soon.

Shari from Big Yellow Farmhouse said...

Oh my, Colleen, it feels so good to be back here visiting you. Honey, you are the queen of hilarity (is that a word? if not it should be!) I'm over here laughing so hard the monitor is shaking!

Happy Hearts Day . . . and get that hip checked out!!

Vee said...

Reading here always means out loud laughter. Whoooaaa, you didn't go to the doc when you fell? Get thee going. If nothing else, you may get some wonderful meds out of it. Those park benches...oh my!

Just Breathe said...

I was kind of a hippie but I didn't smoke pot! I was born in
'51! Sorry about the hip, better go and check it out! Happy Valentine's Day.

Heather said...

Happy Valentine's Day to you too! And get your hip looked at!

Mary said...

I wasn't at Woodstock - by then I was a young, somewhat respectable mother! See I'm even older than you girl.........and although my hips are aging, thankfully they still work.

Please go have your hip checked - and stay off the ice Colleen.

whitemorn said...

HIp hip ....Hooray!