Siblings. Please meet the eldest of mine, via The Waaay Back Machine, October 1990.
Meet Ringo! He’s a 7-year-old American Bulldog hailing from Georgia and most recently Florida. I get to be Foster Mom to the little dude – he belongs to a very dear friend’s son, and he fits right in with our weird little pack of all-sorts.
Axe Murderers Don’t Wear PlaidTaken March 21, 2009 with Canon PowerShot A550 I know this post is so late that it’s near unforgivable. Here I am at last, though, having killed Photoshop and reanimated it so that I can use it again. Our Detroit trip shrunk a little… thankfully. My sad attempt at “pre-planning” failed […]
Right, so I worked a night shift today (or last night), and have not yet slept, although I’m working through the night again tomorrow (or today [or tonight]). You’ll have to excuse me; my brains have had a stir. See above. It’s a lonely vigil, the night shift. There’s nobody else to dance with, for […]
The 1998 Version of My Aunt Blanche… No, really, let’s compare, shall we? If only to piss off my daughter – who tells me she’ll kill me if I post this, but then laughs out loud when she looks at this photo of herself, so I think I’m all good… Tell me that’s not eerie… […]
clipped from realestate.sympatico.msn.ca DO draw up a floor plan for the new space before determining any furniture choices. Your favourite sofa may look like it fits in your new home — make sure it does! As well as assessing your furniture for room arrangements, measure large, wide pieces like sofas to see if they’ll fit […]
Of course, my Dad found out. He always found out everything I was up to, and he always gave me a chance to own up to it, relating the dirty deed to me in a manner designed to make me believe he really didn’t know who had done it. You know, in case I wanted […]
I’m feeling a little raw, lately. There are a lot of changes being thrust upon me, and, as you all well know, I don’t deal with change ummm… much. I’m not having any luck becoming accustomed to the schedule at the new J.O.B., which kind of throws everything else out of whack as far as […]
Ain’t I Angelic… “looking”? Ah, yes, appearances can be deceiving, though, can’t they? The dog knows differently, you can tell by the look on her face. This picture was taken by my father in 1971. I would have been around 5 at the time. The dog (her name was Goldie), was 4, and I think […]
RadioLes!! Wanted: Used Tuba, Suitable for Cat – © Les Becker, 2008 Click it! Click it! My site was reviewed today. The phrase “Cat in a tuba” was the the best thing about it. You can read the review HERE, if you like, along with my comment about it. Needless to say, the “review” was […]
The Little Red Shoes sit in my mother’s Etagiere, if I spelled that correctly. Elle? Wanna let me know, Betch?! My mom calls it a “What-Not”. I think it’s because it’s to display all your knick-knacks and what-not in. Anyway, that’s where the Little Red Shoes are, when they’re not in the bathtub, with me […]
I must apologize to the memory of my Great Aunt Emma, for this horrible photo of her painting. It’s a water-colour, framed behind glass, hanging in an awkward niche in my parents’ small space. To get the shot at all, I had to jam myself between the fake gas fireplace and the stereo stand, straddling […]