Monday, January 30, 2006

Look out Betty Crocker, there's a new baker in town!


My friend, Foe, otherwise known as Amy, is a cake maker. She makes beautiful cakes, just lovely, not to mention scrumptious. Anyway, she wanted to start a website so people could see what she makes. I told her I would help her out with it so I have been working on something for her. I'll post the link when we get it done and she has OK'd everything. Just thinking about all this cake has put 5 pounds on my butt. Yummy!

Now it makes sense! She's trying to kill me.


I have issues with Tide detergent. It's gotten worse over the years. I don't use it, I don't like sleeping over at peoples homes if they use it. I get very stuffy, sinus wise and I end up with an itchy rash. It's not pleasant, not at all.

Well, I went to take out the trash this morning and discovered an empty Tide bottle in the laundry room trash. This explains why I have not been feeling so well and why I have been getting rashes. A certain person does their laundry here and it never occurred to me that they were using Tide. In her defense, I doubt if she even remembers me complaining about Tide over the years, back when we were still friends. This sooo explains everything though. I do a load of my towels every Monday morning. I have been having a strange rash all over my body but especially my face after I take a shower. I have been trying to figure out what was causing it. I thought it was my shampoo at first so I stitched back to shampoos that have never bothered me. Now I have discovered it is probably the residue from the washer and dryer that is making me sick. I just got done bleaching the entire washer and dryer. I'm hoping that will do it. I've got a rash right now and my head is stuffy again, so that must be it. Tide overdose. Now she is going to think I am a real bitch for telling her she isn't allowed to bring that crap in the house and she will have to wash the dryer and washer after she is done with it until the residue is completely out of her clothing. Oh heck, maybe I will just have Nancy tell her, that way she may listen. I'm just glad that I finally figured out what my problem is.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Hare Daemon
Your HARE DAEMON represents your passive,

kindhearted, and honorable nature. Though you

are occasionally shy with new people, friends

admire your unshakable tranquility, even in

the face of chaos.


What Animal Would Your Daemon Settle As?
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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Whoa....someone is in hot water!

James Frey is getting his ass kicked by Oprah right now.....this is getting really good!

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Yawn.....sigh....yawn!


Ok, I'm going to try to go back to sleep again. I fell asleep early in the evening but that didn't last. I woke up and I have been stir crazy ever since. I'm not even really that tired right now, but I have lots of things that I want to get done today sooooo, its Bedtime for Bonzo. Nighty night, or should I say...Good Morning! Later Gators!

Redneck Wednesday


No, that is what you call redneck siding. Hey, they'll never have to worry about painting again!

This T-shirt...



This t-shirt is dedicated to a naughty person, and no its not me. He knows who he is. LOL, and no, you can't spank me and no, I won't like it. Pervert! I think all that cold air up there has gone to your head. No, no, the one you never use, you know, the one on top of your neck.

Man, I loved getting cards like this as a kid....

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! Posted by Picasa

Notes from high school

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.

I did save a few that Tami wrote. I didn't find the loooooong one about the schools fish sticks but its around somewhere. I remember it being so funny that I had tears in my eyes when I read it. Anyway, I discovered a couple that were folded up really neat. I never could fold notes like that. She wrote the Geometry note because she was bored and lets face it, learning about the altitude of a triangle and medians could put anyone to sleep, plus she said she really hated Ms. Sunderman. She asked me how "Mr. Asshole" was and said we both had terrible 4th period teachers. I guess that was my pet name for whoever was my teacher that period. I really don't remember. I would say it was between Weiss, Richards, or Shnacker...but who knows. In the other note, Tami was in English class "writing a story" or atleast she was supposed to be. She really didn't feel like it so she was writing me a note instead. It actually is kind of funny because she counts down the minutes left in class between comments, starting 20 minutes prior to the bell. The note wasn't dated but she wrote it before June 1988 because she said she wished it was Friday or June of 1988 and later she wishes it was May of 1989 because her Aunt was taking her to California after graduation. She said she's going to CA, and doesn't care what anyone said because she was going to marry a rich and famous rock star. Then she started complaining about it being impossible to expect her to come up with a different story every week for a year. It was unrealistic, she said. When she got down to the last 5 minutes of class she said she was just going to sit there and stare off into space so she had to say good-bye. Then she folded up that note but not before she stuffed it full of all those little pieces of paper that are on a piece of spiral notebook paper when you rip off a page. She wrote, "Sorry about this trash. I didn't have anywhere else to put it." That took a page and a half. LOL, I always liked finding notes in my locker from Tami. She always made me laugh.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Mwahahahaha....

What! What, I don't see anything that could get me in trouble.

I always knew...

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. Posted by Picasa

Wanna win a prize?

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. Posted by Picasa

It's official...

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! Posted by Picasa

It was only a matter of time...

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. Posted by Picasa

Monday, January 23, 2006

well, uh, well...

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!

Birthday banner time...again

I had kind of planned on not making any birthday banners this year. I just thought I'd give myself a break form it. Michelle asked me if I would make one for Kelley's 16th birthday and of course I said yes. Then I started thinking about it and remembered I said I would make one for Katies room mate at college. OK, so fine....that is two, and I'll call it done, right. Well, then I started thinking about it and if I make a banner for Kelley, does that mean I need to make one for each of her brothers? I don't want them to feel the were left out. It's not that they take me that long to make, its just that I have to be in the mood to make them. If I'm not careful I will have to resign my post as Chief of S and P. I have until the end of the month before I need to start Kelley's banner. I want to have it done by the 1st of Feb.

The official drink of Nebraska?!



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?

The Steinauer bank was robbed!? What next!


I found this article in the
Lincoln Journal Star on Friday, January 20, 2006:
When it came to robbing a bank in this one-horse town, an all-terrain vehicle was all this robber needed to make his escape.According to Nebraska State Patrol spokeswoman Deb Collins: About 12:45 p.m. Friday, a man, brandishing a pistol, walked into the Bank of Steinauer in Steinauer and demanded cash. He fled eastbound on a dark-colored ATV with an undisclosed amount of cash.The man wore dark clothes, a dark cap and gloves.Steinauer, a village of about 70, is located 65 miles southeast of Lincoln.The FBI, Pawnee County Sheriff’s Office and Nebraska State Patrol are investigating.

You know, I spent a lot of time in little Steinauer over the years. There isn't much there. A big Catholic church where a friend got married a number of years ago, a K of C Hall that most people rent out for wedding dances, the little bank and the bar. I spend most of my time in the hall or the bar...or both on the same night. When my Aunt told me the bank was robbed I about croaked. You really don't expect a bank in a little town like that to get robbed. It's kind of mind blowing. Atleast nobody got hurt and with any luck they will nail the guy that did it. I guess this means people will start locking their doors to their houses and cars.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Its been a long day. I went with Nancy and Sam to pick up the new Honda Accord but first we had to stop by the optical place and Sam ended up getting his eyes checked and then glasses. I told him I thought he needed an eye check-up....Ah, ha, sometimes I am right. We picked up the car, I helped Cliff retrieve some documents and print them out. Raine and Chris called and they were headed over to pick me up. They called again, they were a little confused and slightly lost, but the finally arrived and we headed to Riverhead and a day of outlet shopping. Raine bought a lovely Coach bag, the one I found for her. It's is lovely, just lovely. I bought lots of presents and two Willow Tree Angels for myself. We headed for home in the hope that we could have that yummy chicken at the mall, however we soon realized it would be closed by the time we arrived so we stopped at Target. After Raine and Chris stocked up on some fun stuff, we headed east instead of west, turned around, and preceded home. We enjoyed a meal at the Cheesecake Factory and Raine and Chris dropped me off at home a few minutes ago. Now its time for me to get some sleep and do a movie marathon tomorrow.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Goldielocks his and the six bears

Your name + Ray = You are kinda dumb

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. Posted by Picasa

I need help.

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. Posted by Picasa

Sam's latest work is in progress

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.

I had a terrible nights sleep. I did nothing but toss and turn all night. I finally got up and watched some TV for a few hours because I was getting really upset. I was so tired but my mind was going a million miles a minute and I the few times I did drift of I awoke from strange nightmares. It was just terrible. Now my head is pounding and I am tired but I have things to do. My plan is to go to bed early tonight. It's not likely that that will happen but it just sounds so nice, I had to put it in writing. Later Gators!

Yep, and that is why....

You should be on the safe side and use your Timex indiglo watch like cousin Kip does. Posted by Picasa

And that's the truth...

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.
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Remember Mutual of Omaha Insurance?

Posted by Picasa 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.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Are you from a small town?


Those who grew up in small towns will laugh when they read this. Those who didn't will be in disbelief. Name of small town: Tecumseh, Nebraska.


1) You can name everyone you graduated with. Yes
2) You know what 4-H means yes...duh, Head, Heart, Hands, and Health.
3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party was busted. (See #6.) Oh yeah!
4) You used to "drag" Main. yes, but tehcnically it was Broadway and Clay Street, you drove a big loop, then around the square.
5)You said the "F" word and your parents knew within the hour. probably but I didn't say that in front of adults...I was pretended to be a good girl.
6) You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't. Yep, I knew people that did that and if you gave then a beer or invited them, they would leave you alone.
7) You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were (and if you were old enough, they'd tell your parents anyhow. Yeah, but I never smoked and you could always find a small town where they would sell them to you.
8) When you did find somebody old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out into the country and drive on back roads to smoke them. I didn't smoke but I know it happened.
9) You knew which section of the ditch you would find the beer your buyer dropped off. Oh yeah, but sometimes they would just had it to you through the windows somewhere.
10) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town. I don't know about cool...but it happend a lot.
11) The whole school went to the same party after graduation. Sometimes, sometimes not, it really depended on how close the class was. Ours wasn't that close for a class of 29 kids. I went to Jamie's party.
12) You didn't give directions by street names but rather by references. Turn by Nelson's house, go 2 blocks to Anderson's, and it's four houses left of the track field. Oh yeah...I still do.
13) The golf course had only 9 holes. we had a golf corse but I couldn't tell you how many holes it had....but I can name several people that got it on, if you know what I mean...out on one of the holes.
14) You couldn't help but date a friend's ex-boyfriend/girlfriend. Yeah, that is true for the most part.
15) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason. yeah, but if you lived in town, you had a clean car about half the time. We did have a do-it-yourself carwash.
16) The town next to you was considered "trashy" or "snooty," but was actually just like your town I don't remeber anything like that. There were issues with some other schools but that was because of big mouths and little brains.
17) You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1965 as the "rich people. no, that is kind of stupid.
18) The people in the "big city" dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend 2 years later Uh, I don't know about that. Nebraska has its own special kind of fashion statement going on.
19) Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station or the town bar Yep, that is basically true.
20) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town or one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally not my friends....and I never saw anyone drive a grain truck to school....never ever. We were rural but not that hick.
21) The gym teacher suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger No, I was very strong already....but that would do the job. He did get annoyed with me because I wouldn't go out for track.
22) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference yeah, we only had one.
23) When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride Yep, that happened a lot
24) Your teachers called you by your older siblings' names. I was the oldest. I was compaired to a few of my older Uncles, one in particular and my Mom verbally kicked my teachers ass over that.
25) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents. My aunt and Uncles, yes
26) You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID probably but we never did
27) The closest McDonalds was 25 miles away (or more) yep, Beatrice
28) The closest mall was over an hour away. 30 Minutes for the tiny pathetic Beatrice mall but Lincoln was only an hour or so away.
29) It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower. Hello! Grandpa, Uncle Jim....My Father...the list goes on and on Luckily I was not around the time my father rode a mule he was training through the middle of town.
30) You've pee'd in a cornfield and dirt roads, you name it. Beer runs right through you, once you go the first time, you go all the time.
31) Most people went by a nickname Yeah, I did.

How to embarrass my Sister....lesson #1

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.
She gets so irritated with me when I blurt out that phrase. In my defense, I only use it when I am cornered and she is attacking me in the company of strangers. It's not often that I can stop my Sister in her tracks. She is a spit-fire, I'm the object of her flame. In the last 10 years or so I have learned to be a bit more smart-mouthed and I can usually protect myself, as a kid it was a different story. I was pretty much helpless, or pathetic, depending on how you look at it. Then it happened, she was verbally bashing in my skull and in a moment of genius I nailed her to the wall. I don't remember the exact phrase I used, but I stopped her in her tracks. She was speechless, probably because I had never been quick enough to spar with her before. I think it was more a matter of me being kind hearted that quick whitted. Enough was enough. After standing there, speechless for a little bit, my sister gave me props for my smart mouthed comment. A real first for me. That was just the beginning of the fun. Now, I'm not saying that I am always up to speed. I have to be in the right mood, the right frame of mind and I usually don't say half the things that I am thinking. You should be very happy to hear that.

Been there, done that...


...moving on to something else. Believe it or not, but I'm feeling quite somber today. I'm not sure where that came from but it hit me like a ton of bricks. At this very minute, I'm not feeling very jovial. Nope, not at all. Not to fear, for this too shall pass. Give me a couple hours to stew on things and then I'll be back to my good old, silly self. I just woke up feeling super tired today, which is strange because I fell asleep reading last night around 9PM, woke up snoring at 11PM, shut off the lights and crashed until my alarm went off at 6:15AM. Now that I think about it, maybe my problem is that I got a little too much sleep. NAH, I doubt it. It's never bothered me before.
I noticed that Tami was online last night. Her comments made me smile. There must have been something in the air, because I see Lucas was back too. I sense trouble on the horizon.
In a few hours, I'll be saying goodbye to the Mazda...thank goodness...and on Saturday we will be saying hello to a Honda. No automatic for us, nope, we are not so lazy that we can't do the shifting for ourselves. Actually, I prefer a manual drive, it reminds me of my teenage years, many, MANY moons ago. What are we going to do with a quiet running station car? Boy, it will be strange not hearing that loud, piercing sound coming from compressor. People won't be turning to see where the hell that sound is coming from. I'm not sure we will be able to get by with the lack of attention. I guess we will have to adjust.
Well, I'm off to take my medicine. I'll be glad when that stuff is gone.

This thing makes me feel dizzy or maybe its just my medication.

I get a lot of forwards, many of them I read and delete, a few I send on. this is one of the good ones. I deleted the "forward to 10 people" crap and cut it down to the good stuff. These are worth thinking about, I think.

Read each one carefully and think About it a second or two:

1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.

12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.

13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.





Wednesday, January 18, 2006



You know those catalogs that are nothing but t-shirts with crazy captions? I love them. They are so cleaver, eye catching, often slightly evil and they crack me up. Like this shirt...it's wicked and that is its charm.

You know someone had a good laugh when they did the lettering.

Redneck Wednesday

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

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.

Sometimes its easier said than done...

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.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Would you like me to handle your tool...I, I, I mean, would you like me to hand you a tool? Posted by Picasa

The old homestead...

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:

The Duryee family homestead, Bushwick LI, New York built c 1681 by Joose Duryee, was destroyed in 1903 to make room for improvement on the Pennsylvania Rail Road. The sketch is a copy of one which appeared in the New York Sun, January 4,1903. Posted by Picasa

I KNEW there was something shifty about him!

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Ah, popcorn balls.....Mmmmmm


I'm getting a box full of my Pop's famous popcorn balls in the mail....oh yeah, life is GOOD! Click the link above for the best recipe ever...EVER! Raine will be happy to know that she is also getting a box of them. That means that I will have to come over for a visit this weekend. My Mom called this morning to tell me that she couldn't find their recipe for them. She thought it was in a box yet from their move. Luckily, I had a copy of it and I actually knew where it was. Of course, at that point, I would have ripped the house apart looking for it. They are that good.

I ended up rushing over to Bellmore to meet the Leaches for a noon showing of Rumor Has It. We had the entire theatre to ourselves. Then we went back to their house in RVC. Jim and I went to the 3PM showing of Capote at the Malverne theatre while Jean went shopping for a ceiling medallion for her new light in the foyer. I really enjoyed Capote and think Philip Seymour Hoffman has a good chance to win a major award for his portrayal of Truman Capote. Time will tell.

I watched and assisted Jim in putting up the new light in the foyer and we ordered Chinese food. We ate it while watching our favorite Sunday shows. Desperate housewives and Gray's Anatomy. Then I headed home. There is no school tomorrow. Ho hum. Later gators.