“Reach for the sky pardner,” the cowboy told the space ranger. I always thought that if a toy could do it how hard can it be? Well let me tell you my story. See what I did there? Toy. . Story. . Ha I call myself! Continue reading
Just for the record, I have a love/hate relationship with the TV show “who do you think you are?” Continue reading
I know you hate being called kitten. Continue reading
Susan had always wanted a golden retriever ever since she had read Dean Koontz book called “Watchers”. So when we moved into our own house we found a breeder and picked out Lexi who we were going to bring home just before Christmas. Continue reading
So yeah . . . I said I was going to try and write something everyday. That hasn’t worked out as well as I would have liked but I’m working on it. But on to important things. I heard Mr. Roboto this weekend which reminded me of the whole album of Kilroy Was Here. I wonder how close we are to this view of the future? Continue reading
So my wife has been telling me this for years but I failed to pay attention. It wasn’t until a discussion was held this past weekend when the words came tumbling out of my own mouth that I had to go, “Hey! wait a second”. Continue reading
From wikipedia: The Rorschach test (German pronunciation: [ˈʁoɐʃax]; also known as the Rorschach inkblot test or simply as an Inkblot test) is a method of psychological evaluation in which subjects’ perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using, depending on the psychologist, intuitive insight, complex scientifically derived algorithms, or both. Continue reading
Maybelle Libbie Counter b: 15 Dec 1901 d: 02 Mar 1969
Andrew Jackson McClintick b: 13 Aug 1902 d: 10 Jan 1995
Dan Hudson Malone b: 07 Jul 1916 d: 23 May 2005
Ione Mabel Miller b: 12 Jan 1917 d: 04 Aug 2009
Today I lost my last known grandparent. There may still be 2 out there but I’ll never know. So this blog is my reflection upon them. Continue reading
I’ve often heard this quote and wondered how a doctor who’s missing an arm could apply a cast to a broken leg. But I suppose that’s not really the point of the quote now is it. Ever since I was in kindergarten (what a strange word) and the teacher published one of my “poems” in a k-6 book for the city I have wanted to be a writer. And the more I think about that I’m not sure that it’s true. I think the correct term would be story teller because I find it hard to put things to paper but telling a story seems simplier. So in an effort to put more things on paper I’m going to force myself to start blogging even though I was blogging before it was cool. You just have to know where to look to find the blogs. We shall see what happens with this grand experiment.