Taken at vacation church school. I'm only five and already taller than the boys.
And this gem, upon which I have no comment...
You can laugh all you want, I can't hear you. I still like purple and yellow together, but mainly in my flower beds. Lucky for your eyeballs.
Dad tossed this into the garbage as we were sorting, but I retrieved it. It was a greeting card on some kind of flocked background. For things like this, I love the '70s. He said he had it displayed on his desk at work for a long time. It still works.
This turn-the-wheel thingamajig was used to calculate how to reduce or enlarge his parts drawings on the copy machine back in the day. I bet that machine took up half a small room.
Apparently, I won honorable mention in some art contest in eighth grade. I have no recollection of this whatsoever. I wonder what the piece looked like. Must not have been a keeper.
It wasn't "Flame," that's for sure. I don't remember drawing this, but the wavy printing in No. 2 pencil gives it away. And the fact that it was done on erasable typing paper medium. And who is Flame, anyway? Was that the name of a horse in the Best of the West toy set by Marx? No, that was Thunderbolt. Anyway, there's an artist who knows who Flame the Horse is, and she's pretty good. I don't know her, I just Googled.
A True Hit
Speaking of westerns, Norm and I went to see the movie True Grit yesterday. What a great film. Jeff Bridges as U.S. Marshal Rooster Cogburn is worth the price of admission alone, but all the acting was excellent (Matt Damon, Josh Brolin, and a young woman named Hailee Steinfeld as the movie's heroine). The dialogue was delightful and witty. Yep, the Coen brothers hit it out of the park with this one.
Baby It's Cold Outside
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved winter. She went ice-skating at the rink down the block several nights a week. She built snowmen and snow forts, threw snowballs and made snow angels. She sledded and tobogganed for hours on end. She went on long snowmobile rides and learned to cross country ski. And ice fish. Okay, only once with the fishing, but there was no ice shanty involved and a manual auger.
Winter 1981. Do they still make Old Style?
Anyway, now? Not so much. Though I kind of miss those days when I enjoyed winter more. The closest I've come is wiping out in the snow on my 100-yard commute to work recently, which cracked me up (as in funny, nothing broken). I think the neighbor saw me and took pity. He has since snow-blowed a path for me through his side yard.
I will be enjoying the Packers v. Bears NFC championship game today from the warmth and comfort of my living room. It should be a good one.
What's on your agenda today?