I'm stunned.  Flabbergasted, really.  Flummoxed and flatulent.  Wait ... is that right?  Give me a second.  Yes, seems it is.  Anyway, I'm also grandiosely grossed out (see above) and graphically grumpy.  I have the photos to prove it.  Never in my abnormally absurd and acquiescent actuality have I been so sequentially sickened.  After multiple tries, I might add.  And I sicken sequentially easily.  Ceremoniously.  With flair.

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Does anyone know how to print out an entire thread - comments and all?  Cutting and pasting a blog is no problem, but I can't seem to include the comments.  As we all know, those are often the most interesting and enlightning contributions.

Forgive the "too much information" to come ... my brother is in prison and loves to read anything I can send to him.  Especially my posts - he's my brother, after all.  Anyway, I hate that I can't send the complete story, so much is missing without your voices.

I suppose, while I'm bothering you, I should mention he's in for driving while intoxicated too many times.  Thankfully he's never harmed himself or anyone else, and is getting help.  While I make no excuses for him - he's my brother, after all.  Sending him small pieces of me seems to help, as well.  I just want to give him the whole picture, if I can.

Thank you!

 

I miss the good old days.

I miss looking forward to the weekend because it meant no school.  Funny, though, I missed my school friends because I lived in the country.  We talked on the phone, of course, but it was a party line and that really messed things up.  It was a rotary dial phone, with a big handset - shoot, what did we call it then?  I forget.  Seems like we called it the phone.  It would ring sometimes when it wasn't for us.  Once in a while I'd answer, only to be told by the voice on the other end that they didn't want to talk to me.  Hang up, kid, I'm calling the party that matters to me.  So we'd listen to it ring..and ring..and ring.. laughing since the important party wasn't home - or didn't care.

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Hi there, come on in.  So much seriousness, so much discussion.  You, too?  I have an idea - but let's get settled first.  Grab a seat, you know the drill - save a couple of pillows for me.  Don't worry, I love a spot on the floor, so help yourself to the sofa.  No one should need their spot for long, anyway.  My idea?  Let's dance!  Let's just have a party and let fun roll all over us.  Those big 'ole speakers are practically aching to do their job, and the music is waiting anxiously to participate.  As am I.  Who's got their finger on the pulse?  Crank it!  What?  Tomorrow's what?  Let it take care of itself ... tonight is all ours ...

It's our turn, every now and then.  Shall we take it?

Picture this.  You live at 100 Any St., Somewhere, World  1111z.  The house across the street has been empty for a while, the last inhabitants had the good sense to move since they weren't welcome.  You don't know where they went and you could not possibly care less.  Just as long as it was very, very far away.  The ones before them?  They never finished unpacking before they got the vibe.  The general, neighborhood goodbye.  See 'ya!

  

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