James Frey is getting his ass kicked by Oprah right now.....this is getting really good!
Remember getting the dime cards? This particular one was made by Hallmark. It was from my Grandma and Grandpa Slater. A buck worth of dimes, MAN! Do you have any idea how much candy that could have bought me? I'm sure it did too. I just slipped some dimes in there so you could get an idea of how exciting those cards were. Back in the 70's we could buy a crap load of those candy necklaces or a whole sack of those, white with colored speckled malted milk eggs. I loved those. Back then if someone gave you a dollar you thought you had died and gone to heaven. My Great Aunt Amelia lived in California and once and a while she would send me a card with a dollar or some change in it. We never saw her but I sure knew who she was. I thought she was the neatest person. Why the heck don't they make cards like this anymore? Probably because a kid would go, "What! One whole dollar, big deal!" Especially in this day and age, where parents hand their kids everything and wonder why they don't appreciate anything. Not all kids, I can think of a few that are an exception to that fact, but they have exceptional parents that spend a lot of time with them. I try to send all my friends kids a halloween card here or there with a buck for each kid so they can get a treat. After all, they all live to far away from my house to come trick or treating at my door. Plus, what are Auntie Netters for! 
When I was home over X-mas, I was forced to go through some of my stuff at my parents house. In one of the boxes I found some old notes from high school. I remember going through all of my notes years ago and throwing some out because they were so cryptic that I had no idea who or what we were talking about in most of them. Most of those were from Deanna, I could tell by the handwriting. Some of them would have gotten us in big trouble. We were talking about what we did over the weekend and let's face it, you didn't want proof of misconduct floating around with your name on it.
Yes, I always knew that Cindy liked to monkey around, but I think she took it to far when she started grooming Dani at the party.
Ok, I will send a prize to the person that guesses correctly what this picture is of. It has been altered and cropped to get a close up view of the subject. I didn't want the details in the background to get in the way. What is this? Hmmmmm.
Everyone in this family is off their rockers. Aunt Vickie always sticks her tongue out and well, Shannon just looks demented...lol. My what eyes you have! Vickie was holding her arm so I could actually get a picture of Shannon's face. I ususally end up with butt pictures because she runs away. Maybe I should start posting her butt pictures on my site...mwahahahahaha!
I guess all those years of putting up with my Pop finally drove my Mom over the deep end. Dad actually looks like the sane one in this picture, but of course he's just staring at his nuts. ( OK, its banana flavored popcorn but nuts were funnier) LOL, every time I see this picture I laugh so hard my side hurts. I guess Mom wasn't happy with some of her Christmas presents.
I'm going to have to say, "No, my best friend(s) are not psycho." They all have some strange qualities about them that some people might confuse with a mental illness but they are really quite harmless. Besides, they choose to be my friends so that must tell you that they are sane, after all, I am quite a catch in the friendship department....not to toot my own horn or anything, but, TOOT TOOT! Ok, Ok, I had to toot my horn. Now if you agree that I am fun, toot my horn too. Hint, hint!
Ah, what could be better than a nice cold glass of Kool-Aid on a hot summer day. I loved Kool-Aid as a kid. Hey, it had sugar in it, what more could I want out of life?
I read somewhere that Kool-Aid really is the official drink of Nebraska. Why? Well, the man that invented it grew up in Nebraska and made it our powdered pal in Hastings, Nebraska. Edwin Perkins actually started out with a liquid concentrate that he called Fruit Smack. The 4 oz bottles were costly to ship and breakage was an issue so in 1927 he created away to remove the water and that is when it became known as Kool-Aid. It came in 6 delicious flavors, strawberry, cherry, lemon-lime, grape, orange, and raspberry. It sold for 10 cents a package but during the depression they lowered the price to 5 cents so that it would be more affordable and a real treat for more people. What is the wonderful thing about Kool-Aid? Well, not only can you drink it, but you can use it to dye things. Check out the colors you can get from different flavors. I've always like Cherry, grape and strawberry-lemonade. What are your favorites?
I always see this truck around town with the classic "Ray-Ray" on the tail gate. Today I was lucky enough to have it parked just a little ahead of me while I was stopped at a red light and I had my camera handy. It makes me think of Pop every time I see it. You see, my Pops created the Ray rule of stupidity. He knew this guy named Ray who was a little, well for a lack of a nicer way of phrasing it, he was a ding bat. So, Ray became known as Ray-Ray...for unexplained reasons. Maybe because he was so dingy that you had to say his name twice so he would understand you were talking to him. Who knows! Well, his little rule of adding Ray to your name kind of caught on. My Brother-in-law became know as Dewey-Ray and it fits him. If I did something really stupid, he'd try calling me Annette-Ray, but he would pay for it in the end...oh yeah, he would! The funny part of this is that the two people that Pop hangs out with the most are his Brother and his Nephew. They are hunting and fishing buddies. Anyway, Lonnie and Zachary happen to have the same middle name. What is that name? Oh yeah, its Ray....lol, works for me.
I just got my box of popcorn balls yesterday and I have already ate 6 of them. I have a huge problem with these yummy things. I'm a popcorn ball junkie. This is all I have left. I really need to go easy on them until I can get to Raine's apartment and grab some of balls that my Parents sent her. I have a funny feeling she got more anyway, dang it! Don't worry, I have the key to their Apt, I'll just slip in, sniff them out and scoot out before she knows what happened. I hope the cats don't give me away.
Sam is full of talent. He's extremely intelligent and very creative. Maybe not in the same ways that I am creative but the kid has more musical talent in his little finger than I have in my whole body. He wrote a piece last year that his select choir at his school sang. It was lovely. He has also copy righted a few pieces that he wrote himself. Right now he is busy creating an entire Concerto. He has a computer program that he uses to record his notes on and them he can play sections of it all at once. Just when I hear a section of it and I think it is great, he adds to it and it just gets better. Seriously, it is a fun piece and I can hardly wait to hear what the final cut sounds like. I think he wants to see if the orchestra at school will play it when he is done. I'm sure they will, its that wonderful.
You should be on the safe side and use your Timex indiglo watch like cousin Kip does.
I use to ask my Dad why he would never buy Mom a dishwasher. His stock answer was always the same..."Why should I, she already has two." By two he meant me and my sister. Years later I bought Mom a framed print that said, "I never heard of a man getting shot while he was doing the dishes." She still has it hanging up in the kitchen. For the record, my Pop did do the dishes once and my Mom almost fell over. She came home one day when she had to work and he didn't, to a strainer full of clean dishes. I know, I know! Shocker! Well, you'll probably never see that happen again in our lifetime, so don't expect it. It's just nice to know that he actually knows how. I mean, he knew how to cook and he was very good at it. We just never let him do it because he dirtied every dish in the house and then we had to clean up after him. I still never figured out how he could use that many dishes. Thank goodness that Mom finally has a real dishwasher and not Pops idea of a dishwasher: Moms two hands.
OK, off the subject a little bit, but does anyone remember Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom? You know the TV show starring, zoologist Marlin Perkins? We use to watch that show when I was a kid. I think it was on just before Walt Disney's show on Sundays...but then again, my memory could be off...that was a long time ago.
It's a true story. It's a little vulgar but its true. All I have to do is say one little sentence to stop her in her tracks and have her sputter out an excuse so quickly, it will make your head spin. This is what I say: "Oh yeah, well, you shit on my turtle!" Technically, she did poop on my turtle. The turtle, however, was a stuffed animal, not a real live turtle. In her defense, she was still in diapers and she had diarrhea. She sat on the stuffed turtle and her little diaper leaked. Mom had to toss my poor turtle out. Yeah, he was in pretty bad shape.
I ran across this and thought....how true., how true. My week has not been so great, Kip has been going through some tough stuff too. It must be in the air. You really just have to keep pushing along. Life is what you make of it. I figure I'm not going to be one of those people that make a huge difference in anyone's life. I'm the kind of person that affects people in little ways, a simple gesture, a laugh or prank here or there....they all add up, don't they. I'm not perfect, and I'm kind of glad that I'm not, people would loath me. Yeah, I think being a klutzy goofball is a much better way to live my life.
Especially when that person eats your Chicken Noodle Soup. The kind that you bought because you like it and not the kind that they buy. That is what happens when you are not feeling well and you go to bed early...that person eats your soup behind your back. Think good thoughts, think good thoughts, think good thoughts.....but she ate my soup and there were three cans of that other crap in there! Stop it! Think good thoughts, think good thoughts, think good thoughts. I'll let you know if it works. I'll keep trying.
My Mother wants me to do a little research and find out exactly where this house stood and take a picture of the area. I don't mind the idea of doing the research but I don't want to hang in Bushwick, along the tracks, looking for the right spot. Anyway, here is what we know about it so far:
