What was your favorite toy as a kid? Mine? I thought it was Star Wars figures. My sisters Barbies? Then I thought it was my Baseball Cards! Are pictures of Rod Carew and Jose Canseco, ya before, when he had ten fingers, considered toys? Perhaps my mind is lost with random thouhts because it's two o'clock in the morning and I'm thinking of this? Instantly clouds parted, Canseco's finger and naked Barbies dissapeared...It's Hot Wheels Bill! Duh.
Ya, my favorite toy was ninety nine cents thirty seven years ago and still...ninety nine cents. See, proof, there is not really inflation! Just a made up word from the goverment to scare us.
My Mother would give my sister and I a hundered bucks in Sept/Oct for us to buy our own Christmas gifts. That she then wrapped up and were "lost" in the house till December 25th. I'd sometimes spend fifty bucks on these two and a half inches of metal with plastic tires. Honeslty. I'd spit on my fingers and make roads in the dirt with three fingers. I'd create car chases. I'd smash them with a hammer, just cause. I'd light them on fire and hope everyone gets out ok. And my sister would lick the bottom of em' cause she liked the taste of dirt! My/Our favorite toy. A dose of gratitude Mr. Elliot Handler. R.I.P.
Driving to my real job this morning @ 5am and I see a person...OK a girl...texting...going 55. Ya its 65 on my freeway. I tap my horn as I go by just so she knows there are others driving too. Don't feel like getting dead today. A big finger I got...and off to work I go.
Boss bought breakfast today. Cool? Mickey D's. My favorite heartburn, diarrhea in the making. Why do people eat this? Really. Seen the "pink" chicken nuggets in the making?
My co-worker said a friendly word about texting his girlfriend last night. "She 'texted' she loved me Bro". Hmmmm. OK, I know and have read all the official versions of how to use this word. Text. Texting. It can be used transitively and intransitively in many ways right? Well why didn't he just say "She CALLDED last night and said she loved me Bro". Just stop it. Text is TEXT, past or present!
Finally left that place to drive home. Little confused with this one...THREE D.P.S. officers sittin on the side of the freeway with their lights on. Now I love these guys for what they do for us. Honestly. However ALL of them, as I drove by minding the traffic they caused, seemed to be doing their homework on their laps. Or were they doing something else? Side of the freeway is crazy dangerous. Why make it worse?
Home now. Kids not here. Sit outside to relax and get chewed up by mosquitoes. My neighbor decided to "leave" his house and not take responsibility for what he owes. Left the pool green.
So because I stopped drinking for a reason that might not ever come back...I do this!
Really? I bought one bag of candy and these Ghouls stopped at seven? What happened to collecting bags and bags of candy till one in the morning? I lived in Buckeye and grew up in Queen Creek (love you Mom). It was snowing out...we walked up hill both ways...I had no shoes...and my Moms car was in a ditch somewhere so she couldn't drive us to the "cool parts."
Remember the story about Jack-O-Lantern and the Devil? Sorry did the word "Devil" offend you? Glad I didn't say anything about God. Off my pedestal, for now.
Anyway, Happy Halloween...look at this weirdo!
I heard it was good for my health to blog. With high blood pressure, a recent stroke, ADD and my new friend the "Pacemaker", I'll type up some crap. Might make you smile, might make you cry, might make ya think...you tell me. First thought...Who do you call when your photographer breaks your toe? Yup. A Toe Truck. OK, I promise I'll get better.
Balloons don't have to be colorful. Albuquerque Balloon Festival 2014.