Important info for Jack and Hank

Mimi saw this and thought of you and knew you would want to have this valuable information. Bad ideas are not good and the teacher and your parents and baby sister do not like bad ideas. Your parents do not either. So just follow the instructions and ALL your ideas will be good!

Rosemary Ramsey married

Fun picture from Jimmy Ramsey. Kevin's oldest is a daughter, on the left

back row. His oldest son is right by the groom, the twins are Kevin look-alikes

for sure, standing in the kilts. It amazes me how much Jimmy's wife, Mary

Stewart, looks so much like Sally .... as does Rosemary. Sure would love to

see these folks one day, they are a bunch of fun. Y.M.

Fun pictures

inside of the announcement......

One for the books...

Yes, girls and boys, ladies and gentlemen, folks from far and near ........YES, this is The Kaptain a-working. He be sitting on Y.M.'s gardening stool washing something, I know not what. And when he tried to git up on that wet dock, frum a rolling gardening stool, with nothing to hold on to I shoulda grabbed the movie camera for a special Utube presentation. Thought I mite have to take supper out to him.

This is a Test of Ur Intelligents

I been thinkin all day after the early morning event I had the pleasure of participating in an I jes wanna git sum more opinions.

1) Wood I rather git my oldest granddaughter off on a plane to go to an out-of state-college alone ........ or

2)Wood I rather git The Admiral off on a plane to go on an out-of-state, overnight trip (1 night) alone, without a checkbook but plenty of socks for cold weather, to look at a boat for sale in Houston.

3) Or meybe: Wood I rather send Hank, Jack and Hannah Grace on a bus alone to Disneyland with packed lunches and candy..........

4)Or meybe: Wood I rather git a job driving little chillens to pre-school in the next county.

NOW, jes sit down and relax with a nise glass of wine out of a box, or a cold beer, and deside the worst job of the lot and let me know what U be thinkin, 'cause Y.M. has a definite o-pinion.

I have been comatose and not moving about much since this a.m. and jest hoping tomorrow will be a better day until the big pick-up at the aeropuerto at 6:05 tomorrow.

Girls on the loose

Sue sent this lovely view of Melissa and her buddies dressed up for the 9th grade dance. Melissa is second from the right end. Modern costumes are almost overwhelming. Apparently corkscrew curls are In Style. Was it Nancy in a school photo with curls long ago & far away? Seems like only yesterday ..... Y.M.

Diet Schmiet. Nutella Crepes Trump All Efforts at Longevity. Or Zipping My Jeans.

Yo Mama: About 15 years ago you gave me a crepe maker, and I used it some. Now it has been re-enlisted after we visited a restaurant serving crepes in Santa Fe. You make a fresh crepe, and while it is hot smear about a tablespoon of Nutella in the middle. Fold it up, sprinkle with some powdered sugar (a very nice addition), sit back, and watch your children bow at your crepe-making feet. MMmmmmm. I may have to go make one right now at 12:37 AM.

Rock the Casba

So I had a load of laundry--kids' clothes, mostly belonging to Magoo--in the washer and I move them to the dryer.
Turn the dryer on.
Go to do some other equally engaging chore.
Thirty seconds later hear what sounds like a dead cat in the dryer, banging as it gets flipped over and hits the bottom of the barrel.
Stop the dryer and hear a loud bang.
Dig in the dryer and find one rock.
Turn the dryer back on.
One barrel flip and hear it again.
Open dryer, remove second rock.
Turn it on a third time.
Another bang.
Another rock.
Number three.
Surely this is over by now.
Slam door.
Hit start.
Hear bang.
Open damned door.
Remove rock #4.
Slam door.
Start dryer.
Hear nothing.
All from Magoo's pockets.
Return rocks to Magoo, whose little hand is outstretched waiting...to put them in more pockets...so we can start again.
Walk to icebox for cheap wine.

Fatty's Food Issue: No Teeth Required

My crow's feet are so deep that I figure I better jack up the heater, get me a remote with ginormous buttons, and start planning a diet that requires no teeth. Bumpus taught me how to make this, and damn, it is GOOD! Notice that eating it involves special procedures...

1. Take two of those huge shredded wheat and put them on a sheet of foil in your toaster oven.
2. Spread with 1 tablespoon of butter or margarine each (due to current and future dietary restrictions, we use Smart Balance Light).
3. Sprinkle each with about 1/4 tsp sugar.
4. Put under the broiler under the edges get brown but not burned.
5. Remove butter sugar fiber biscuits to a bowl.
6. Pour in enough milk so it comes about 1/2 way up into the biscuit.
7. Take your spoon and drizzle a little of the milk on top of each.
8. Let sit for 37.25 seconds.
9. Tip the bowl up and drink the milk.
10. Eat the biscuits.

Holy cow these are good.

Welcome to Rufuslovakia.Where Speeding, Stealing, and Murder Will Get You House Arrest. Thankfully, Getting Drunk is Still Legal.

Rufus had a social studies project. He had to write an essay about a town of his own creation. It had to have a name, a natural resource, laws, consequences, and at least two stoplights. He worked on the project last night while I was making dinner. Bumpus had just come in from work...

Rufus: "Hey Mom, want to hear about my town?"

Fatty: "Sure! Tell me all about it."

R: "It's close to a river, so people can swim when it's hot outside. And it has natural resources...water, trees, fish, and a small amount of gold."

F: "Gold? Where did you strike gold?"

R: "Well, it was in the ground but then we dug it all up."

F: "Where is it now?"

R: "In your bank account so you can buy me more Ramen noodles."

F: "Very good. Go ahead."

R: "Well, my town has jobs, too."

F: "Okay."

R: "You can either work as a waiter at the hotel restaurant serving breakfast (is he picturing the free waffles they serve at HoJo?), you can work in a car shop, or you can be a university professor."

F: "I'd go with the car shop. It pays more."

R: "And my town has laws...there's no murdering, stealing, or speeding."

F: "Okay."

R: "I almost made a law against getting drunk, but then you couldn't live there."

Bumpus busts out laughing. Rufus immediately turns to him and replies, "What's so funny? You drink more than she does."

She Gonna Be A Hippie Like Her Mama