tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33510449844834371852024-03-05T07:52:32.727-08:00Through the Eyes of The SpoonTHROUGH THE EYES OF THE SPOON A collection of thoughts, stories and memories of the Seven maddest people I know.Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-36906558552528557012017-05-14T08:11:00.000-07:002017-05-14T08:11:38.330-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Several years ago The Patriarch and The Matriarch</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Greg (the Barrista) was a server at The Rocky Mountain Diner. Perfect place for a nice night out on the town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">After enjoying a few beverages and a meal, we decided to take a stroll around downtown. Good place to do people watching. As we strolled hand in hand a nice? young lady in black fishnet stockings and a really!! short leather skirt approached The Patriarch.(yes we knew what she had in mind).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Patriarch in all his wisdom stated that The Matriarch had not given him his <span style="background-color: yellow;">weekly allowance</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158082380610274247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-63424694240273409372017-05-14T08:08:00.000-07:002017-05-14T08:08:06.746-07:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158082380610274247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-57928855682401192252017-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:002017-03-04T07:45:47.537-08:00The Easter Lamb Cake<br />
Started out as a normal family gathering on a lovely spring day. Everyone was there. Grandma Thelma, Grandma Mickey, The Carroll's (Don, Karen , John, ad Mike, The Haulman's (Wild Bill formally known as Uncle Billy), Ruby , and Gary) and of course the Zenobia Gang<br />
Karen was in charge of creating a dessert that would be seasonal. She found a cake mold in the shape of a lamb. I think it was probably one of Grandma Mickey's hidden treasures. As we found out cake decorating was not a skill Karen had learned yet. The lamb was iced in an awful shade of purple. I think that I shall never see a purple lamb, cow or any other farm animals. Of course good ol' Wild Bill not knowing for being tactful kept repeating Babe that is the ugliest cake I've ever seen. he would not shut up. Finally dad calmed him down and told him Karen had made it. Of course Karen was crying the Grandma's were stewing. Wild Bill was embarrassed probably for the first and last time in his life,<br />
.It took a while but they became friends in later years That is why we do not eat purple food and still have great family gatherings The cake did taste good<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158082380610274247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-90552881282714515232017-01-26T08:42:00.001-08:002017-01-26T08:42:34.837-08:00 The Great Baby Sitter CaperAs I recall it was a Friday night in late March of 1965." The Strahl's at that time consisted of a mother, a father, and 2 very young children" were having a quite evening meal. Through the front door came Uncle Billy, Aunt Ruby,and Little Gary, stating that they were heading to Albuquerque to visit Grandpa Ray and we were going with them. We were so excited and got up from the table, threw a few things into bag (<span style="background-color: yellow;">yes a brown paper</span> bag). Loaded the three children in the car and all headed south down US 285. In 1965 it was not a nice highway especially in the dead of night. A quite trip until Ruby (the driver) pulled off the road to settle a dispute on her skills as a driver. Uncle Billy and Aunt Ruby settled it with a short fist fight.The rest of the way was very silent and peaceful.Checked into the Motel early Sat. morning. After a short rest, set out to see Grandpa. He wanted to take us to a GO-GO Club that evening. Next problem a baby sitter must be found. Now where to look in a strange town. Putting our heads together we solved the problem. Off to the local laundry mat to check out the bulletin board. As luck would have it, we found a little old lady that agreed to come to the Motel a 8:00 that night.<br />
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1. Never leave town with dinner dishes on the table (Isn't pleasant when you return 2 days later<br />
2. Don't tell your adult children about hiring a strange baby sitter found at the local laundry mat.<br />
The look on their face was a gotcha type of momentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158082380610274247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-43603370739077354112017-01-21T15:14:00.001-08:002017-01-21T15:23:06.253-08:00THE GREAT CULOTTE INCENDENT <div style="text-align: center;">
THE GREAT CULOTTES INCIDENT of 73(ISH)</div>
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Barb reminded me of this before I made a huge fashion mistake a few days ago.</div>
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Just when you think your fashion sense could not get any lower it happened. Yes I am referring to the culottes craze of the 1970's . Now in general it wasn't that bad. It was like having a pair of pants that was a skirt. Barb pointed out to me that Barbara Stanwick wore them all the time. (You all remember the BIG VALLEY) .And really who didn't want to look like her. Anyway back on point. We were all going to this big shindig over at uncle Buds for Donny's going away or coming home ( cant' remember)from the service and mom made us girls some culottes. Not the kind Barbara Stanwick wore either. I am not sure where she found the lovely fabric for these but I can bet it was on the clearance rack at TG&Y. OH it was loaded with sailboats and anchors and various nautical pictures. Was it the Navy Donny was in???.Have never ever or will ever never consider wearing culottes again. Lets see I think there was a red white and blue, a green blue and white ??? We sure looked sharp( Gone with the wind sharp if you know what I mean. I still don't know why Pat and Gregory didn't get any it just was not fair. THANK YOU B for reminding me of this before I purchased some !!!!</div>
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PS. Mom you are the best love you . Not all girls can say their mom was a fashionista !!!!! Now get out there and make the boys some I think you hurt their feelings.</div>
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On another note, if you google culottes a few choice web sights pop up HEEE.</div>
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<br />Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-37698578835227252792016-10-29T15:14:00.000-07:002016-10-30T08:33:34.533-07:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>HALLOWEEN IS UPON US!!! <em>OOOOOHHH!!!</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">AHH Halloween, What can we say about this crazy celebration of candy overload.</span><br />
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I was remembering the time a little frog ( Gregory at around 4 or 5 years of age) went trick or treating . Being that it was Halloween it was cold and snowy but that didn't stop the frog he hopped and skipped door to door filling his bag with candy . Unfortunately the little toad also dragged his bag on the ground the whole way home causing the paper bag ( that's what we used back then, yup paper ) to rip a hole in the bottom . Well he lost all his candy up and down the neighborhood .Fortunately his older, wiser and a bit taller siblings had plenty to share Of course mom said she could remember his face( you know the one ) when he went to show dad all his candy. Kind of feel like this story has a hidden moral somewhere .<br />
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without the bravery of Kristine (who being myself can readily attest to this)this Bubonic plague bearing rodent could very well have killed all in the house. It was my hysterics that frightened the aforementioned rodent with his festering fleas away from house for all eternity, and Pat fell off his chair in an attempt to jump up and applaud me. I do concur however that the mother of household was quivering in a corner uncontrollably switching between terror and anger....<br />
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and lets' not forget the "Cream of Wheat on the Window" incident<br />
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p.s. as long as we are personally writing the history of the family due to lack of participation we may as well make it good!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-59855712885979785462016-08-07T20:02:00.000-07:002016-08-12T18:27:42.666-07:00Events Three and Four in the Zenobia Games <u>Event Three:</u> Brother Baiting<br />
When the simple phrase "stay out of my room" becomes a challenge... how far can you poke a finger into the doorway followed up with a sprint to the lockable bathroom across the way. The very brave would test their balance by pushing a toe across the threshold. The real endurance test here came with out lasting the Pat or going out the window... Who ever could out last the Pat? To this day no one has matched his swiftness in leaping from top bunk landing a mere 2 steps from the said bathroom down the hall with much finesse and a bit of a war cry.<br />
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<u>Event Four:</u> The ever popular (with crowds everywhere) MHS or Moms Home Scramble!<br />
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This event occurred when the lookout sibling would give the shout "Moms coming she's nearly home!" as the brown wagon aka Bart Bart the Big Brown Fart, came rolling menacingly down Zenobia towards old #6525.<br />
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The speed and adeptness with which team "The Strahl 5" could pack away peanut butter and wash the spoons, change tv channels and jump from the furniture to postures of laying about doing what had been expected was phenomenal and such skill has not been seen or heard of since.<br />
The top mark went to the Skull of team member Greg that as far as we know( ??)suffered no long term effects from use as a battery ram after a Blind Man's Bluff game pushed the scramble time envelope to it's very edge.<br />
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This event was added to the Zenobia games , competitor's had to show their skill in speed mixing up a batch of cookie dough. Snicker Doodle being the choice of most. (Due to it always available ingredients and its overall mixability).Then proceeding to the next skill set, taste ( this was important).Then they had to show that it would stick to a wall or other competitor . Now the true skill was waiting to see if the judge( AKA Mom) would notice the marks on the wall by which she would rate the grease stains on a scale of @##$ to @!@#. And ending the game with the above said MHS. The Strahl 5, on the edge again and again. WE TAKE THE GOLD!!! <br />
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Which leads to the event known as Oat Meal Switch- a- Roo!!!<br />
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Anybody ?Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-54562887763854024102016-08-06T15:40:00.001-07:002016-08-06T15:40:23.707-07:00RIP Uncle Billy <p dir="ltr">A wonderful, humourous man has now moved on.<br>
So many memories what are your best ones?<br>
I remember when I was acting GM for Lakewood Perkins until the new guy came in ( John Carroll our wonderful cousin) . It must have been a Christmas celebration or something and Billy asked who took my place and when told he pushed John off a chair and asked why'd you do that to my niece. Keep in mind I didn't want nor was I trained for said job. This was all done in jest but rather surprised John I think.<br>
Remember Billy not really getting the appeal of Battle Star Galactica <br>
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So many memories but only concrete thing I can place is he was more a part of our lives and it is sad he is gone. He always included us in his conversations when we were young maybe not always the best idea;) <br>
Share any Billy memories as they come to you here....</p>
Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-75919360959874721472016-08-05T18:48:00.003-07:002016-08-07T19:44:12.529-07:00Well the summer Olympics are just about to begin !!! Go USA and AUS, Now this all reminds me of the year of the great Barbie diving competition !! The games were held at Zenobia, and as it was a very close race for the gold. All was going good as team Kristine went for a super quadruple side spinning dive of about 20 ft in flight. She got a 10 from all the judges (except France HEE). Team Barb nailed a butterfly spin spiral under tuck. Scored well ( except for France ).Then team Michelle did a remarkable flip about spin and side toe slide and you guessed it ( except for France). The competition went an like this for some time until it all came to a tragic end. Now I don't recall whose Barbie went up and never came down.<br />
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I also don't know who did not come down, but brings to mind the 4 wheel drive in the Winnebego of Greg Barbie adventures<br />
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This one comes to mind as Danny has recently posted the Cabin thread on Facebook. Below is a true and accurate telling of that fateful day above Central City.<br />
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Michelle was swinging on the swing attached to the tree having bossily ordered her quiet, unassuming younger sister(myself) Kristine to push her.<br />
"No that's not high enough push harder!" Michelle barked. "Oh just get out of the way and let me swing"<br />
I tried to explain that if I moved the danger of her hitting the tree would be too great for me to bear, but Michelle in her stubbornness (a rebel even at that young age) would have none of it.<br />
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as soon as I stepped away Michelle slammed into the tree at a rate not unlike that of a bowling ball hitting a strike. There WAS NO LAUGHTER as she fell at a right angle just like in the cartoons.<strike> hee hee </strike> I said there was NO LAUGHTER, hitting the ground with a resounding thud, maybe it was more of a thunk, I was to distraught in my grief to say. At this point Michelle got up and wandered aimlessly away up the hill in what can only be described as a stupor. Despite all my efforts at seeing to her safety the parents had to be brought in to assist.<br />
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Here is a photo from the 2010 Re-enactment of the above event. Note that Michelle at this time lured in the even younger sister (Barb) to be burdened with her care. Note the careless manner she swings with no heed for her own safety.<br />
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Although this is a somewhat true story its was not quite accurate . My somewhat quite and shy little sister also has an impaired memory . The true story goes somewhat like this:<br />
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The oldest and wisest daughter of Butch and Babe (AKA Princess Michelle) was walking through the forest singing and playing with the woodland creature when she happened upon 3 trolls .The trolls were guarding what looked to be a dangerous tire contraption hanging from a large tree. She kindly asked the three what it was and why they were guarding it .Why it's a magical swing the loud one (aka Kristine) replied. The other two (Pat and Barb)chimed in " won't you give it a try? It is so much fun and perfectly safe". Although Michelle was weary of the trolls.(being they have a reputation for stretching the truth a little bit) she really wanted to give the swing a try so she agreed to let them push her if they would not push her to high. She got on the swing and at that moment knew that the little trolls had tricked her..They pushed and pushed even though Michelle was begging them to stop because she would hit the tree. They laughed and laughed and danced and danced, pushing higher and higher. As Michelle slammed into the tree she could see them running off to do more trickery through out the woods. She soon regained her bearing to find that she new not were she was , but was soon located . Of course the three knew nothing of what happened when questioned by the supreme rulers of the forest. She was not angry with the trolls because after all it was not there fault they got the troll gene in the family. And they all lived ever after!!!!!<br />
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On another note I loved going to Uncle Buds cabin. Remembering how we used to pretend that the clearing just past the pump was our own little secret forest, sledding on the glacier in July, looking for the gold bars that Uncle Bud said were buried up there by train robbers.( Not so sure that wasn't just to keep us busy ). The Christmas tree by the front porch and many more happy times !!!</div>
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Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-36329806176185941842016-05-07T01:57:00.001-07:002016-05-08T00:15:32.011-07:00Who are we?Ok everyone I have invited one and all and you can all post here. If you don't feel like posting that is also ok as my version of things is probably more accurate anyway mwah ha ha.<br />
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Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-13469883077929393072014-03-19T16:05:00.000-07:002014-03-19T16:05:20.190-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-4072645981301104622013-11-15T21:28:00.001-08:002016-06-13T23:59:17.417-07:00Ok- Splashland where Michelle tried to kill me, and why do I have a fear of drowning even to this very day?<br />
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It was Kristine who started the great pool slapping match. I will now give you the real break down:<br />
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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. <br />
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Michelle: Then gave the mad one a lesson in pool manners, ( which was badly needed)<br />
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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.<br />
Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-47492371722256751432013-10-01T16:00:00.000-07:002013-10-01T16:00:11.525-07:00FlamencoWas 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?Big Thrsty Aussieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625317605701694949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351044984483437185.post-43895707644910391932013-09-28T02:31:00.000-07:002016-08-07T08:22:02.599-07:00Miss UniverseOk 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?<br />
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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:<br />
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