Excuse me, but instant cameras never took good-quality photographs. They didn't last long on the market, and there's a reason they didn't last long on the market: they sucked.
In the late '70s, mom started buying Agree hair conditioner. I started using it, but I thought it was shampoo. I had no clue that shampoo and conditioner were totally different things. I used it for about 2 weeks as a shampoo until I caught on. The kids in school were raggin' on me because of my greasy hair (although in their defense, I have to admit that for awhile there my hair was lookin' pretty skanky...)..
In the '70s, Wednesday was Prince Spaghetti day. I must've seen this commercial a thousand times; it aired for a few years. To this day spaghetti is still one of my all-time favorite dinners.
I had a set back in the day. I never really played with them, though. I could never figure out what you were supposed to do with them. I suppose they might've been a game, but back then I had no clue. And I don't recall them coming with instructions, not that I would've taken the time to read them anyway...
This is how log homes used to be constructed. I haven't seen any new ones with the dove-tail notching in the corners. Usually they're a "butt-and-pass" construction.
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz. She got alot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends.
I think this is Christie Brinkley. She doesn't look more than 18 in the above pic. She still looks good. Anybody that says men age better than women hasn't met Miss Brinkley - she'll always be a looker.
This past winter, I had some ice build up on my roof. Eventually it slid down the top front dormer and crashed on to the porch roof below. Big 50 pound chunks of ice. It was like cannonballs dropping onto my porch roof. The ice broke the rafters, and the windows, and the porch had seperated from the house, so it was shot and I had to remove it. Insurance more than paid for it. Above are the before and after shots, I just took them yesterday.
Here's another angle. I also had the guy remove the asphalt siding and expose the logs. It was a real gamble but I'm glad I had it done.
In 1976 my grandmother got me the Bambi movie soundtrack record as a Christmas present. Man did I get screwed that year or what..
Just because we were around back then doesn't mean we're past our prime.
In 1974 (maybe '75), my folks took me to Disney World in Orlando. My hands-down fave was the haunted mansion. We went on it twice. I would've gone on it a few more times, but they got tired of standing in line all day. Sometimes they were just no damn fun...
In the mid '70s, when my grandparents bought the house from Rex in Chatham, my uncle moved in also. My grandparents didn't want my uncle to feel too at home, so they made him share a bedroom with Rex on the first floor. Rex was probably in his mid 70's/early 80's at the time. They got along pretty well, but there was one small issue: Rex kept accusing my uncle of stealing his ties. My uncle didn't take the ties because he didn't wear ties; he worked in the kitchen of Rex's restaurant, and had no need for them. Still Rex kept losing ties, and my uncle kept getting the blame. After Rex passed away, my grandmother decided to give the room a deep cleaning, and as she moved Rex's bed to clean under it, she discovered a whole pile of ties under his bed. Apparantly Rex would throw his ties on the bed, and they kept sliding off the bed between the bed and the wall. To this day I can still hear Rex accusing my uncle of taking his ties.
When I was in first grade, my teacher, Mrs. B., had a piano in the classroom and we had to gather around the piano and sing with her. It was not an option. She used to play Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. All the time. She was obsessed with that song. It was like water torture...
When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy) And the devil would call my name (when I was just a boy) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (when I was just a boy) I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy) I'm a singer in a sunday choir Oh , my mama loves, she loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man) And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (grown to be a man) I'm a consummated man (grown to be a man) I can snatch a little purity My mama loves me, she loves me. She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock. She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me. And if I was president (was the president) The minute congress call my name (was the president) I'd say "who do, Who do you think you're fooling? (who do you think you're fooling) I've got the presidential seal (was the president) I'm up on the presidential podium My mama loves me She loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me Fade out: She love me, love me, love me, love me (loves me like a rock)
Excuse me, but instant cameras never took good-quality photographs. They didn't last long on the market, and there's a reason they didn't last long on the market: they sucked.
In the late '70s, mom started buying Agree hair conditioner. I started using it, but I thought it was shampoo. I had no clue that shampoo and conditioner were totally different things. I used it for about 2 weeks as a shampoo until I caught on. The kids in school were raggin' on me because of my greasy hair (although in their defense, I have to admit that for awhile there my hair was lookin' pretty skanky...)..
In the '70s, Wednesday was Prince Spaghetti day. I must've seen this commercial a thousand times; it aired for a few years. To this day spaghetti is still one of my all-time favorite dinners.
I had a set back in the day. I never really played with them, though. I could never figure out what you were supposed to do with them. I suppose they might've been a game, but back then I had no clue. And I don't recall them coming with instructions, not that I would've taken the time to read them anyway...
This is how log homes used to be constructed. I haven't seen any new ones with the dove-tail notching in the corners. Usually they're a "butt-and-pass" construction.
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz. She got alot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends. 
I think this is Christie Brinkley. She doesn't look more than 18 in the above pic. She still looks good. Anybody that says men age better than women hasn't met Miss Brinkley - she'll always be a looker.
This past winter, I had some ice build up on my roof. Eventually it slid down the top front dormer and crashed on to the porch roof below. Big 50 pound chunks of ice. It was like cannonballs dropping onto my porch roof. The ice broke the rafters, and the windows, and the porch had seperated from the house, so it was shot and I had to remove it. Insurance more than paid for it. Above are the before and after shots, I just took them yesterday.
In 1976 my grandmother got me the Bambi movie soundtrack record as a Christmas present. Man did I get screwed that year or what..
In 1974 (maybe '75), my folks took me to Disney World in Orlando. My hands-down fave was the haunted mansion. We went on it twice. I would've gone on it a few more times, but they got tired of standing in line all day. Sometimes they were just no damn fun...
In the mid '70s, when my grandparents bought the house from Rex in Chatham, my uncle moved in also. My grandparents didn't want my uncle to feel too at home, so they made him share a bedroom with Rex on the first floor. Rex was probably in his mid 70's/early 80's at the time. They got along pretty well, but there was one small issue: Rex kept accusing my uncle of stealing his ties. My uncle didn't take the ties because he didn't wear ties; he worked in the kitchen of Rex's restaurant, and had no need for them. Still Rex kept losing ties, and my uncle kept getting the blame. After Rex passed away, my grandmother decided to give the room a deep cleaning, and as she moved Rex's bed to clean under it, she discovered a whole pile of ties under his bed. Apparantly Rex would throw his ties on the bed, and they kept sliding off the bed between the bed and the wall. To this day I can still hear Rex accusing my uncle of taking his ties.
When I was in first grade, my teacher, Mrs. B., had a piano in the classroom and we had to gather around the piano and sing with her. It was not an option. She used to play Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. All the time. She was obsessed with that song. It was like water torture...
When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy) And the devil would call my name (when I was just a boy) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (when I was just a boy) I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy) I'm a singer in a sunday choir Oh , my mama loves, she loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man) And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man) I'd say "now who do, Who do you think you're fooling? " (grown to be a man) I'm a consummated man (grown to be a man) I can snatch a little purity My mama loves me, she loves me. She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock. She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me She love me, love me, love me, love me. And if I was president (was the president) The minute congress call my name (was the president) I'd say "who do, Who do you think you're fooling? (who do you think you're fooling) I've got the presidential seal (was the president) I'm up on the presidential podium My mama loves me She loves me She get down on her knees and hug me Like she loves me like a rock She rocks me like the rock of ages And loves me Fade out: She love me, love me, love me, love me (loves me like a rock)