Things That Amaze Me

If Russia attacked Turkey from the rear, do you think Greece would help?

And remember........
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, thanks for listening!

Saturday #3's

On your journal or mine write 3 words that describes how you feel or what's going on.
My 3 words are........
Debbie Is Shoveling!

And as always , thanks for listening!

Yep You Guest It I Got My Ass Whooped Again!

Christmas of "72" I was 10 years old, that Christmas was a great one I got a B-B Gun, it was Remmington lever action , it looked like a real 30-30 and the B-B 's loaded on the side just like the 30 -30.

No I did not shoot my eye out nor anyone elses!

I took my B-B gun out back and lined up soda cans and started to knock them down one by one then it happened, a bunch of squirrels were up in the tree making noise , now the hunt was on!

I took aim at one, pulled the tigger and shot out a neighbors bay window up on the hill !

They came down screaming, the gun was taking from me for a month and you guest it, I got my Ass whooped again!

And remember .........
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, thanks for listening!

Did I Mention Getting My Ass Whooped On Christmas?

I remember the time I received this little gift under the Christmas tree, I think I was 6 at the time, My cousin Joe got the 6 shooters and I got the stinking Tinker Toys.

I talked Joe into playing cowboys & Indians He had his 6 shooters and Me as The Indian I got a heavy rubber band and made a bow and arrows with the tinker toys and shot him in the head with it.

Needless to say I Got my ass whooped again On Christmas day!

And remember........

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

And as always, thanks for listening!

Silent Night

It's A Slinky

I was around 5 and my cousin Joe was 4 when we got our first slinkies on Christmas Day at My Grand Mothers house, we would take them upstairs and race them down a big stairwell and mine would always would finish first.

We had one more race and instead of Joe's slinky going down the steps he had pushed me down them instead, I hit every freakin' one of those steps!

I think Joe was a poor sport on losing but I got even, when he was a sleep I took his slinky and tied him up to the bed with it.

Needless to say I got my ass whooped again,come to think of it I had alot of ass whoopings on Christmas!

And remember...........

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

And as always thanks for listening!

Old Sparky

I remember back in 1970 that these aluminium trees were all the rage.
My mom and dad bought one just to be in the hip crowd.
My dad had a tendency to over do things at Christmas especially with the electric lights.
I remember getting my dad a few beers as he was putting the lights on the tree, my hands a little damp from the dew on the cans and dad saying go ahead son plug "er" in!

Thats how that tree got its name of Old Sparky, sparks was a shooting every where and a few shot out my ass!

As I soon learned aluminium and electricity and damp hands don't mix!

I think dad donated that tree to the State Pen as a replacement for the chair!

And remember..........
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, thanks for listening!