Did she REALLY say that?

Our home town newspaper has a front page article every Saturday called "Taking It To The Streets" The staff comes up with a question and asks various people they encounter to respond to it. Their responses and pictures wind up in the article.

Yesterday, the question was "How do you feel about using nuclear energy?". One lady's response was (and I quote)"I'd be interested in doing some research on it. If it's radioactive or anything like that, then I wouldn't be interested in using it." Seriously? Could nuclear energy possible be radioactive?

Oh, by the way, the lady was blond.

Flashback Friday #76

At The Car Wash

Hi, and welcome back. I know that the weather doesn't support the title of this post. We are currently under a winter storm watch here in Ohio. Who would wash the car in this. I would LOVE to wash my car right now. It has more salt on it than a bag of Ruffles potato chips.

Anyway, We had a new car, and wanted to keep it looking good. We had recently purchased a Chevy Nova (what is it with our family buying cars? We bought a Pinto too.) Mom took the car to the new "touch less automatic" car wash in Westerville. These are the ones that you put your car on a conveyor and it goes through the wash and dry cycle of the car wash. Handy dandy.

She put the car on the conveyor and sat back, waiting for the car to get clean. About half way through, the car jumped the conveyor belt and hit a piece of the wash apparatus. The wash personnel had to shut down the car wash, and help get the car back on the conveyor.When we got outside, we noticed a five inch gash in the front passenger fender of our new car. Mom was aghast!

"Look at my car!" she exclaimed. "What are you going to do about it?" The manager pointed out a sign at the entrance of the car wash that said "Not Responsible For Accidents". He told her that she took the risk by putting her car in the wash. They weren't going to do anything. Mom called Dad at work and told him what happened. He gave the manager a piece of his mind, but there was still no recourse. Mom was crushed.

We drove that car with the gash in the fender until it no va (that's Spanish for "it doesn't go") Mom never went to a car wash again, we boys always bucket washed all our cars after that.

Front Page! Yes!

Many of my long time readers know that I love the LOLcats website. I have captioned several pictures since joining. Today, while surfing the "News" tab on the sight, I read this captioned picture:


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I read that, and thought, that looks familiar. Then I looked at the credits. Picture by New York Times. Caption by SirNottaguy-Imadad. Wowza! I made the front page! I high fived Lady Lemon who was sitting nearby and did a little happy dance inside. It made my day.

The picture in my wallet

A little over 25 years ago, I was involved in a photo shoot. If I remember right, it was around the Thanksgiving before Lady Nottaguy-TYG and I were wed. Anyone who has read this blog for a while knows that I don't often put my picture on this blog (I don't want to scare any of my readers off, or frighten anyone). Here is a picture of us shortly before we were married:

Don't try to adjust your monitor, or clean off your glasses. I didn't take a picture of the picture with a cheap camera. That is what a picture will look like if you carry it in your wallet for 25 years. Every time I get a new wallet, this picture is the first to be placed in the picture holder. I have newer pictures of us together, but this picture has an endearing quality to it that I just can't describe.

Happy 25th anniversary to the wonderful woman who has put up with me for all these years. I love you!

Flashback Friday #75

The "black" shoes

Hi to all, and welcome aboard the Flashback Friday Express. We're heading back to 1977, so fasten your seat belts because we're ready to depart.

We I was younger, we really never had anything to speak of. Times were tough, so anything you could get for free, you acted on it (A habit that I have to this day). Since I was a "husky" child, and couldn't wear my brother's clothes when he grew out of them, I didn't have his hand-me-downs. Not to fear, my mom had a co-worker who had a son a year older than me, and a size bigger. This is where I got my hand-me-downs.

I didn't mind most of the stuff he gave me. Most of the pants needed hemmed, since he was taller. There were a few shirts that I didn't care for, but still had to wear. It was the one pair of shoes that I really didn't like.

To say that these shoes were ugly would be putting it mild. They were a three toned brown saddle shoe with at least a two inch heel. They looked like something a pimp might wear. Or a clown. The toe and heel were a very dark brown. The upper was a "Crayola" brown. There was a light brown triangle on each side. The soles were black. I tried to find a picture that even remotely looked like them, but without success. Good thing. You probably would have needed to use eye bleach.

When I first got these shoes, they were too big. Mom kept them because I would grow into them, and they still had a lot of life left in them (that was probably because they were kept hidden in the back of the closet by the previous owner).

When I did grow into them, I didn't want to wear them. Since money was short, and shoes didn't grow on trees, I was told that I was going to wear them. Since I HAD to wear them, I had to come up with a plan. And that I did.

Building model cars was one of my favorite pastimes. I rummaged through my model paints until I found what I was looking for. BLACK. I took that black model paint and painted those ugly brown shoes. When I was finished, they didn't look bad. If you didn't know that they had been brown, you never would have been able to tell. About once a month, I "touched them up" with the paint, then applied a layer of black shoe polish. I wore them until the ninth grade.

Do you have any horrid shoe stories?

It's coming down ...again.

While shovelling the sidewalk from the beginnings of the 4-8 inches that the weatherman says we are going to get, my neighbor hollers over" Do you think if we all yelled "Uncle" at the same time, it would stop?"

It's worth a try.

They're not donuts, they're power rings.

I spotted this news item yesterday and nearly fell off the chair with laughter.


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