Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Let's think of other things that starts with "C"! Uh. . .Uh. . . Who cares about da other things?! "C" is for Cookie that's good enough for me, "C" is for cookie that's good enough for me, "C" is for cookie that's good enough for me, Oh! cookie, cookie, cookie starts with "C"!Hey, You know what? A round cookie with one bite out of it looks like a "C". A round donut with one bite out of it also looks like a "C" (but it is not as good as a cookie). Oh, and the moon sometimes looks like a "C" but you can't eat that So... "C" is for Cookie that's good enough for me, "C" is for cookie that's good enough for me, "C" is for cookie that's good enough for me, Oh! cookie, cookie, cookie starts with "C"!
Cookie Cookie Cookie Starts with "C"
Cookie Cookie Cookie Starts with "C"
Friday, June 17, 2011
... when Pa Ingalls took care of a spoiled rich kid for a summer. The dad decided the kid needed to get some sort of a work ethic because the kid was lazy, so he left him with the Ingalls family (frankly, it was evident that the dad didn't want anything to do with the kid). When the dad came to get his son and bring him home at the end of the summer, it was clear he didn't really love the boy. Thinking they were alone, pa cornered the guy in the barn and said "You don't love your son. Admit it! say you don't love your son!". And the father blurts out "You're right, I don't love my son". Just then the kid is seen standing in the doorway and runs out crying. The father chases him and catches him in his arms and starts to cry too. Then pa walks in and he starts to cry. Haha.
The above was the Sesame Street record I had, and I listened to it constantly. To this day, once I start thinking about the song "Rubber Ducky You're The One", I have a hell of a time trying to get it out of my head. It just keeps playing in my head over and over and over and over.
As an afterthought, looks like Bob there swiped one of Mr. Rogers cardigans from his closet..
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on, cocaine. Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine...
If you wanna hang out you've got to take her out, cocaine. If you wanna get down, down on the ground, cocaine. She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine. If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you wanna run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine..
Saturday, June 11, 2011
... Bang, bang, bang! Oh! Howdy Partner! Time for Timer! Do you ever get that hungry feeling after school? Boy, I do! I'm so hungry, I could eat a wagon wheel! ..... (starts to sing) When I'm slow on the draw and I need something to chaw, I hanker for a hunk of cheese! When my ten gallon hat's a-feelin' five gallons flat I've got something planned, which is Little cheese sandwiches! Come on! Here's a great little snack to tide you over till dinner! If you want something that's delicious and nutritious, cheese is a super snack! Look! A wagon wheel! When my get up and go has got up and went, I hanker for a hunk of cheese! When I'm dancin' the hoedown and my boots kinda slow down, Or anytime I'm week in the knees, I hanker for a hunk of, A slab, a slice, a chunk of, A snack that is a winner, And yet won't spoil my dinner! I hanker for a hunk of cheese! Ya-hoo!
Friday, June 10, 2011
I came across the above pic when I was googling for some old Sesame Street record pics. I had a Sesame Street record way back then (I played it daily, non-stop), but I'm not really sure which one it was. I'm pretty certain it's not the above. As for the above, I'm not really sure what to make of it except to say I find it quietly disturbing in some vague way I can't put my finger on..
Saturday, June 04, 2011
In the early '70s, my Aunt Nancy decided to go to school to become a teacher. Her daughters were getting older, and my Uncle worked a full time job and was just home at nights and on weekends, so she decided she'd rather start a career than just stay at home. She graduated around '76, and then taught kindergarten and later first grade until she retired about 5 years ago. Before she retired we were talking about it, and she told me that she had a very hard time getting her professors to give her the time of day. When I asked her "why", she replied "Because I was 30". Even as recently as back then, as far as they were concerned, she had no business being in school. She had 2 children and a husband, and a house to take care of. That kind of mindset seems so foreign to us now, but back then I guess that's just how it was.
Friday, June 03, 2011
I had the above, but I bought it at a bookstore while on vacation, and not through Scholastic. Apparantly they're pretty rare; they're not often listed on ebay, and the one or two that do get listed are never complete and are often missing the poster. Dynamite had a few other large special editions, some of which I had. I was a huge Dynamite fan back in the day.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Throughout the '70s, I had 2 childhood friends named Lori and Teddy. Lori was a year older than me, and Teddy was a year younger than me. It was circa 1973, and we were sitting in the living room watching tv while mom and their mother were in the kitchen having coffee. Teddy said a word that started with the letter F, and Lori calls out "Mom! Teddy said the F-word!" His mom barged into the room and started smacking Teddy around, saying "Tell me what you said!" Teddy starts to cry and said "Firetruck!!!" and his mom, my mom, and Lori started laughing; so not only did he get smacked around for something he didn't say, he got laughed at too. Just wasn't his day, for sure.