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The Good Times

just us kids 2We weren’t poor when I was a kid. We didn’t have a lot, but we always had enough. There were bad times and good times, but we were happy for the most part. I give Mom credit for that. Read the rest of this entry »

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Can We Keep Him!?

He won’t eat much, and we won’t even have to clean up after him. Honest, Mom! He can live in the lake! Read the rest of this entry »

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Waffle Fail!

I’m the head chef around here, and Saturday & Sunday morning, I usually cook us a pretty good breakfast… Something went slightly awry this morning.

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The Cruise ~ Day Twelve ~ The Queen of Texas?

The princess arrived from Florida/St. Croix on day twelve, and my first impression was, she ain’t near as bad as her daddy lets on. She’s actually kinda sweet in her own special way, and has an accent that falls somewhere between early south and rap, with a twist of jolly old England lurking in there somewhere. It’s quite entertaining to listen to her talk. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Eleven ~ Good Grief!

Another day in the kitchen and at the domino table. Made an awesome apricot cobbler, messed up a batch of almond joy whatchacallits, cooked a great casserole for dinner, and got thrashed at the domino table again. Those guys show no mercy to this rookie dominoer. (<— new word) Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Ten ~ Rookie Mistakes

I spent most of day ten in the kitchen, but Ken remained on vacation. He’s one of the hardest workin guys I know, but when he clocks out, he clocks out!

Off the clock, and kickin back!

Off the clock, and kickin back!

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The Cruise ~ Day Nine ~ Post Partyun Depression

I don’t know about the rest of my mates (that’s cruise talk for family and friends traveling together), but as we went through the final gyrations of the seven-day cruise, I was a bit depressed. We steamed along at full speed for seven days, then it seemed it was suddenly over. Goodbyes were sprinkled with hopeful we’ll-see-ya-again-soons, tempered with wondering if that were true. I tagged these mixed emotions as post partyun depression.

Ray Brown, wastin away at Margaritaville!

Ray Brown, wastin away at Margaritaville!

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