Monday, April 30, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
For Your Own Good
When I was growing up and someone said "it is for your own good," it almost always meant that something unpleasant was coming. As a parent, I have learned that anything that hurts my baby boy is horribly unpleasant for me. This includes the vaccinations that are given to babies. My little boy got some shots again yesterday, and he doesn't know why he is being hurt and cries as his daddy holds him. I could almost cry thinking about it, but I had to be strong for him. After all, it was for his own good right? It's amazing how much I love that little boy.
-KJC
-KJC
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Picking Things Up
My nearly four-month-old son picked up his toy rattle by himself this morning. In the past I would give it to him to hold but today he reached over and picked it up!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Bank Collapse
Perhaps this picture demonstrates the bank collapse of the recent past few years--better than any words do.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Leland
Leland Boxleitner was the fourth cousin, twice removed of actor, Bruce Boxleitner. His famous relative did not help his cause though. Leland was an outcast. In fact, the latest version of Merriam Webster’s dictionary now showed a picture of Leland Boxleitner in the margin; next to the word “outcast.”
This may have been enough to drive Leland over the edge, but not today. Today was Leland’s birthday and he planned to take his birthday money from his grandma and go to the city to spend it on some “two-bit ho’” like his grandma told him to. Grandma had sent it in a text message, but Leland didn’t use text messaging so grandma printed a copy and was now pinning it to Leland’s shirt as he protested.
“Grandma!” said Leland, “you don’t have to pin notes to my shirt anymore!”
“Nonsense!” barked grandma. “You lost every damn thing I ever gave you unless I pinned it to your shirt!”
“But grandma,” protested Leland, “That was when I was three. I’m thirty-two-years-old today!”
“Happy birthday!” said grandma. “Here’s one for the drive home,” she said—handing him a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
There was no arguing with grandma, so Leland took his beer and drank it as he drove his scooter toward the city. Before he arrived at the edge of the city the front tire of his scooter began deflating. Poor Leland could only pullover and try to hitchhike. Cars and trucks went past, but no one would stop to give a ride to an outcast.
Then the Queen of the Outcasts arrived in her 1978, converted school bus! The bus wasn’t yellow; it was all kinds of colors! Leland was invited aboard and the bus took off toward the city. Leland soon realized that he was with a group of gypsies!
The queen gave Leland her second niece three times removed to be his companion, and Leland soon realized that the young lady was both a “two-bit ho’” and she was eager to take his money that grandma had given him. Riding through the city under the blanket with Ria was the most magical thing that Leland had ever experienced!
After several hours, Leland realized that the bus had stopped and he came out from under the blanket. Ria followed him and they went outside where the group was sitting around a fire making food and playing music.
“Do you have money?” the queen asked Ria. Ria pulled Leland’s birthday money from grandma out of her blouse and handed it to the queen. The queen gave it to another girl and said,
“Go get a camping permit so that ranger leaves us alone tonight!”
“That was my birthday money from grandma,” Leland protested.
“What you need money for?” asked the queen. Then she looked at Ria and asked,
“So… do you want him?” Ria put her arms around Leland’s neck and nodded “yes.”
“Do you want her?” the queen asked Leland. Leland could only nod in the affirmative.
“Good!” said the queen. “The gene pool here is getting a bit shallow!” She looked at Leland and asked,
“You want to be a gypsy?”
“You mean I can join you?” asked Leland in disbelief.
“Of course,” said the queen. “You can help Rico!”
Ria’s Uncle Rico was busily lighting and passing around little, hand rolled cigarettes.
“OK,” replied Leland.
Later the following year when the new Merriam Webster’s dictionary was released, Leland’s picture had been moved from the margin where the word “outcast” was; and had been placed in the margin next to the word, “gypsy.”
Kevin J. Curtis – Copyright 2012
This may have been enough to drive Leland over the edge, but not today. Today was Leland’s birthday and he planned to take his birthday money from his grandma and go to the city to spend it on some “two-bit ho’” like his grandma told him to. Grandma had sent it in a text message, but Leland didn’t use text messaging so grandma printed a copy and was now pinning it to Leland’s shirt as he protested.
“Grandma!” said Leland, “you don’t have to pin notes to my shirt anymore!”
“Nonsense!” barked grandma. “You lost every damn thing I ever gave you unless I pinned it to your shirt!”
“But grandma,” protested Leland, “That was when I was three. I’m thirty-two-years-old today!”
“Happy birthday!” said grandma. “Here’s one for the drive home,” she said—handing him a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
There was no arguing with grandma, so Leland took his beer and drank it as he drove his scooter toward the city. Before he arrived at the edge of the city the front tire of his scooter began deflating. Poor Leland could only pullover and try to hitchhike. Cars and trucks went past, but no one would stop to give a ride to an outcast.
Then the Queen of the Outcasts arrived in her 1978, converted school bus! The bus wasn’t yellow; it was all kinds of colors! Leland was invited aboard and the bus took off toward the city. Leland soon realized that he was with a group of gypsies!
The queen gave Leland her second niece three times removed to be his companion, and Leland soon realized that the young lady was both a “two-bit ho’” and she was eager to take his money that grandma had given him. Riding through the city under the blanket with Ria was the most magical thing that Leland had ever experienced!
After several hours, Leland realized that the bus had stopped and he came out from under the blanket. Ria followed him and they went outside where the group was sitting around a fire making food and playing music.
“Do you have money?” the queen asked Ria. Ria pulled Leland’s birthday money from grandma out of her blouse and handed it to the queen. The queen gave it to another girl and said,
“Go get a camping permit so that ranger leaves us alone tonight!”
“That was my birthday money from grandma,” Leland protested.
“What you need money for?” asked the queen. Then she looked at Ria and asked,
“So… do you want him?” Ria put her arms around Leland’s neck and nodded “yes.”
“Do you want her?” the queen asked Leland. Leland could only nod in the affirmative.
“Good!” said the queen. “The gene pool here is getting a bit shallow!” She looked at Leland and asked,
“You want to be a gypsy?”
“You mean I can join you?” asked Leland in disbelief.
“Of course,” said the queen. “You can help Rico!”
Ria’s Uncle Rico was busily lighting and passing around little, hand rolled cigarettes.
“OK,” replied Leland.
Later the following year when the new Merriam Webster’s dictionary was released, Leland’s picture had been moved from the margin where the word “outcast” was; and had been placed in the margin next to the word, “gypsy.”
Kevin J. Curtis – Copyright 2012
Specialty Doctors
Doctors seem to be getting more specialized and some only work on a certain disease or a certain part of the body. Now, apparently, there are doctors who only work on dentists!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 02, 2012
Two Dollar Monsters!
Granted, I have not purchased a Monster for quite some time--so I am not up on the current pricing. Even so, I am reasonably sure that one cannot hope to buy a brand name monster such as Frankenstein or Godzilla for only $2. I mean be reasonable! In my photo the current price of a gallon of gasoline at $3.77. Any monster that only costs two dollars must be either small and nonthreatening, or perhaps it is a generic monster with some ridiculous name like, "Napkin Man." "Oooo! I'm so scared of Napkin man!"
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