Saturday, June 13, 2009

Good Bye My Little Babushka

"Good Bye My Little Babushka", were my husbands words to me as I headed out on my walk this afternoon with a scarf tied around my head. I simply do this to keep the wind out of my ears even during the summertime. I turned to him & said "If I find any Czars on my walk I will let you know."

My chance of running into a Czar on my walk was much greater than running into a Snipe. When I was a child my parents would send us out snipe hunting with a brown paper bag & would say, "Don't come back until you find a Snipe." I guess they needed some alone time....

While walking, I had a flash back of sitting on Gramp's lap in the evenings while he listened to Chet Huntley & David Brinkley. When watching Meet The Press, he would explain how important keeping up with the news & current events would be to my future. To be honest, I liked to watch Felix The Cat more than Huntley & Brinkley. But I will always remember Gramp's wisdom. Sometimes the news was upsetting to him & he would explain why. I loved sitting on his lap & listening to him share why he loved our great country.

What would Gramps think about our country feeling like they needed Czars? Now that I am a grandmother, will I be able to share with my grandson what our country was like before it had Czars, or will I be silenced?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Fart Tax

My childhood memories have now been shattered. As stinky as it is to admit, nothing in my life, especially my childhood caused me to laugh more than farts. Think back, I bet if you were honest with yourself, your childhood memories were filled with laughter about farts, or laughter that made you fart. Take a moment & savor those memories.........
O.K. that moment is now over. Now our grand & glorious Uncle Sam, the stinkiest Uncle any of us ever had, no matter how flatulent our other Uncle's may have been, has really screwed up our memories. The poor bovine farmers! I imagine there are some boxes of manure that will be used to pay 2009 taxes. So, I say to you dear dear Uncle Sam, as one of all of our favorite Monty Python expressions, "I will fart in your general direction."