Friday, November 15, 2013

Ok- Splashland where Michelle tried to kill me, and why do I have a fear of drowning even to this very day?
May need help on the details...

It was Kristine who started the great pool slapping match. I will now give you the real break down:

Michelle: Happily swimming and singing oh what a beautiful day, when out of know where ( like a great white shark) came a mad girl( Kristine) and pulled her hair and slapped her.

Kristine: "Waahaaha"

Michelle: Then gave the mad one a lesson in pool manners, ( which was badly needed)

NEARLY the truth. 
perhaps a reciprocal slap and hair pull occurred and the sequence of events may be reversed in the above version.  I do recall laughter after and a very confused looking life guard.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013


Was just looking at a post of flamenco dancers by friend who is in Spain. Remember when Bud and Ginge went to Spain and Ginge had those little dolls in her display box thingy and she would let us play with them if we were really careful, and how good was the sun room at their place?

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Miss Universe

Ok who remembers watching the Miss Universe pageant (for some reason Mom and Dad were not at home). Greg was enamoured with Miss Tahiti and was not happy when we said Miss Tahihihihti! I think a plate was thrown at this point any one help clarify this?

I was not there but if a plate was thrown by anyone surely it was Gregory AKA Mr.Nobody. I always thought it fun to yell his name out  and mom would reply almost instantly:


He never even new what hit him.


I can remember sitting in the dining room at Zenobia Street, while mom sat in the dining chair that was against the wall under the "Train Picture" (you all know which one it is still hanging to this day I believe), reading Mr Nobody from the Childcraft Library volume 2. I can't put my finger on it but I think some event triggered this particular reading. Remember the chair it was the one with the arms, so it was very important.

Mr Nobody
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house.
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr., Nobody

‘Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves our doors ajar;
he pulls the buttons from our shirts,
and scatters pins afar,
that squeaking door will always squeak,
because of this you see:
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody