Hey! I'm famous.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Last night I said..
"You know he's the mouse in Ratatouille"
then my friend said...
"You mean the rat in Ratatouille"
A couple weeks ago I called a repair man to come fix my dishwasher and he said to me....
"Looks like you need to put some rinse aid in here and use better soap."
That little tid bit of info cost me $74.
This is why I'm here people, to make you feel better about yourselves.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Is it a wonder that people don't believe me when I tell them I don't bleach my hair?
Did I ever question why a slew of boys called me Albino then shortened it to Alby?
It was real. Every white hair of it.
My dad was the only one that said it wouldn't get darker because I was his little angel.
It did get darker.
People still ask me if I bleach my hair.
Nobody in my family had blond hair. Nobody.
Now, the outfits. Those were from our trip to Prince Edward Island. Our mom liked to have us dress up in costumes for photos. There are other photo sessions with Rechelle in a Dutch outfit and me having tea with a bunch of dolls. I remember feeling incredibly uncomfortable wearing that hat so I pushed it back as far as I could so it wouldn't mess up my Sally-do.
Before you go check out my fingernails and that turquoise ring. Classy.
And that's the end of today's humiliating history lesson. Thank you and goodnight.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Ever think about what you would do differently if you could go back to high school?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
When you live in a small town there's not much to do on a Friday night. Unless you have a car and a few friends. Then you can 'cruise Maine'. And yes I'm spelling it like the state of Maine not Main, that little fact confused the heck out of my city-boy husband.
So, let's hit the bricks! Let's cruise!
Goodland, Ks has a beautiful red brick Maine Street and some pretty nifty buildings. Check out the art deco. This is the telephone building...I think.
This is the old First National Bank building. When I was in high school it was The Family Bookstore. I worked at the bookstore and loved every minute of it. I got to do all the window displays which were primarily made up of Precious Moments figurines and these strange little gnome creatures that people loved to collect. The owner's of the store were two older women that I adored. Now the building has succumbed to the fate of the times and it stands empty with a for sale sign on the door.
This is the GAC, the Goodland Activities Center. It opened when I was in 8th grade. My parents refused to let me get a membership. I could only go play racquetball when I was invited by my boyfriend and then I was too embarrassed to really show my skilz because I might mess up my hair or start to sweat. Needless to say he didn't invite me more than a couple of times. So I broke up with him, hmph!
Okay, this is the Administration Office for USD 352. Tell me that's not the cutest thing you ever did see? It sits on Maine Street across from Central School. Rechelle and I both felt that Central School was the coolest elementary school in town.....we didn't go to Central.
Good Lord. Daylight Donut. I only have two things to say about this place and only Goodlanders will understand what I'm talking about.
The movie theatre. This little place is so cool. We used to go to the movies on Tuesday nights because they only charged 2 bucks. Two Buck Tuesdays. Cruisin' Maine and going to the movies was about the only thing to do....well....except....parking. Not that I would know anything about going parking, as far as my parents know, I am still a vestal virgin. My children are immaculate conceptions. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
That's it, that's all I've got from Maine St.
I'm off to church to repent of my parking violations...ha hahahahaha. Oh, I'm crackin' myself up, parking violations. Get it? Never mind.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Whenever I say, "The Puppet Factory" I sing it to the tune of The Adams Family. Try it.. The Puppet Factory...duh-duh-duh-duh..snap snap...duh-duh-duh-duh..snap snap..
On Tuesday I had to wait at The Puppet Factory for the Fed Ex man to arrive through that big metal door.
You would think that waiting for over two hours in a place surrounded by puppets would be amusing.
But, the longer I was there, the creepier the place seemed. I mean there are heads in plastic bags. It's like CSI Puppet Edition.
Look at the sign my mom has sitting close to her desk. She must light the candle and say a little prayer to Jim Henson when things start to get a little to wacko for her.
I waited and waited and waited. And the puppets they stared at me and I think some of them moved when I wasn't looking.
Check this guy out. Trying to look all innocent like he's not trying to come out of that box and strangle me.
Hey hombre, I see you trying to look all I didn't do it. Why are you looking at me? And shut your mouth!
The blond bodies. It was too late for these girlies. They'd been bagged and boxed. Sorry girls.
What the? Who wouldn't be creeped out by this? A purple body thrown on top of a heep of animals, that ain't right. This needs serious investigation.
And then this happened.
I gotta get outta here.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
This is Gulick Park in Goodland, KS. Nearly all of the big trees that covered the park when I was young died and were cut down. If you want to play on the new equipment in the blazing heat of summer remember to warn the kids to check the temperature of the slide before they scorch their legs sliding down it. Uh, do this before you're son screams his way down the slide in agony.
I remember riding this turtle and duck many a day. There used to be a hippopotamus that was my favorite, but I think the sproing was gone from his sproinger. Uh, don't let the kids ride these in the heat either or they will be permanently welded to the balding turtle.
I think I know why we were the only people at the park. It's um, well, uh, not very fun.
Stay tuned to find out why I'm showing you a picture of a blue guy's head in a bag.
Here's Jack, Levi and Isaac in front of Goodland's Post Office. It was our riveting adventure for the day. Just to show my wild side I drove my dead grandfather's old Toyoter pickup truck. The boys thought it was very cool.
The post office was built in 1934.
It hasn't changed much.
Uh, in fact it hasn't changed at all.
There is a beautiful mural depicting um, buggy rides and kids and a scary old woman with a shawl.
The postmaster or maybe I should say postmistress, but that sounds a bit scandalous. Anyway, she went to high school with me and used to work for my dad. How weird is that?
And Clay? Honey, you should be very proud of me. I figured out how to load my pictures on Dad's computer all by my big self!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
I hate long road trips. Hate them.
Every summer I make a trip 'out west' to visit my family. However, this year, since we live in the same state the annual summer treck has been trimmed down 5 hours. That doesn't make me like it anymore. No.
This year I stopped by Rechelle's house to pick up her kids. Along with my dad we lugged 8 kids across the beautiful state of Kansas. So, that would be me with 5 kids, Dad with 3 kids and Rechelle with no kids. What? Let's do that math again, me 5 kids, Dad 3 kids, Rechelle NO KIDS. Uh? What's wrong with that calculation sister? (go get me a present NOW!)
We took the older 5 kids to camp with their grandma, my mom, aka The Puppet Lady. My children are learning the fine art of puppetry. I know, I know, you're jealous, but remember in our society there are always a select few that have advantages that others don't. My children will always be able to stick a foam bodied doll with large plastic eyeballs on their arm and be able to 'bring it to life'. While some people will fondly speak of their childhood ballet lessons and English horseback riding, rock climbing seminars, water polo matches and science camp my children will have to humble themselves when mentioning their summer creative arts camp where they were instructed in leather crafts, painted ceramics, stood under the town water tower to get wet and best of all...learned puppetry from their grandma.
After dropping the 5 at camp we traveled another hour to my parents home. Here I am with three little boys and my dad. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the finer points of this side of the state.
This being the town I was raised in and having a meager population of 4500, it's pretty easy to run into folks you know. I've been here less than a day and so far I've seen: my high school typing teacher, one of Rechelle's classmates and the man who painted our house. All that from going to the gas station and Wal-Mart.
Stay tuned. I'll take you on a tour of Goodland, KS this week and by the end you will all want to make this your next pleasure destination.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Somewhere in my archives is a post about how much I hate those Crocks shoes and how I will never buy any for my kids because I think they are so hideous and I don't fall for fad crap very often and I probably mentioned how I am so much better than most of the human race too.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Do not buy new shoes to wear to a dance.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Thoughts in no particular order....
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Again, old post that I never finished that I'm now posting because I'm too lazy and brain dead to complete anything in my life.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
poured out by April at 9:35 AM