I decided to go off roading this week and my mom was riding in the Jeep with me. We went down an old dirt road that was full of large holes.
I was just about to compliment my mom for not getting nervous and for handling the situation so well. However, at that moment we hit a large hole in the road and the Jeep tilted right a good bit. My mom immediately cried out, “I think I’m going to have a heart attack!”
I started laughing and told her I was just about to say how good you were doing on this trip. Oh well, maybe next time.
In 1980, I was seven years old and a student at Mannheim Elementary School in Mannheim, Germany. My teacher assigned a creative writing project in which we would predict what life would be like in the year 2000.
That was twenty years into the future, which seemed like an eternity to me. I thought about it for a few minutes and then I began writing.
The first thing I said was that I would probably be dead of old age by then. I also wrote about people having personal robots to do all the housework and having their own spaceships to travel to other planets for vacation.
Well, I am glad to say that I did not die of old age by the year 2000. However, I would like to have a personal robot and a spaceship.
These pictures tell a funny story.
This picture was taken November 1958. The girl on the right is Kathy, my aunt. It’s her birthday, so the cake is for her. The girl on the left is Rita, my mother. She is obviously upset about not having her own cake. Just look at that face.
This picture was taken later that same day. There are two things that really stand out to me.
- My grandparents were poor and they didn’t have money to buy birthday gifts for Kathy. However, my grandmother worked hard to make the day special. She baked a cake, curled Kathy’s hair, and dressed the girls in their best clothes.
- My mom is no longer frowning. Instead, she is now smiling and has her own cake. If you look close, you will see my mom’s cake is bigger than Kathy’s. Obviously, my mom was capable of throwing some epic fits in her younger years. How else would she end up with a cake bigger than the birthday girl’s cake. I think my mom was an extremely difficult child.
The dogs like to dig holes in our backyard. Yesterday, one of the dogs filled their hole with a bunch of toys. I though it was kind of funny and I wonder what they were thinking when they did it.
After apologizing for my bad behavior, this seemed like an appropriate song.
I received a memory notification from Facebook and it made me laugh.
This is my mom’s dog, Norton. Two years ago, I put a Happy Mother’s Day sign around his neck and took a few photos. Norton was not happy with me. He looks absolutely pitiful in the pictures.
Today is Lost Sock Memorial Day, and I have a few ideas of what may have happened to all those lost socks.
- They were abducted by one footed aliens.
- They went through the lint trap, which created a vortex and ended up in an alternate universe, where people find strange socks they never purchased in their dryer.
- The spinning of the dryer created a paranormal suction and they are stuck in inter-dimensional space.
- Kids used the socks to make puppets and buried the evidence in the yard.
- Dogs used the socks as chew toys and buried the evidence in the yard.
- The dryer gave the socks as an offering to the God of Appliances.
- The socks ran away to live the single life.
- The socks ran off in protest of stinky feet.
If you have any ideas of where all the lost socks have gone, please share in the comment section.