Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Professionals

 
Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.

Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist; they put up a sign reading: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors.”

The town council was livid and insisted they change it.

So, the docs changed it to read: "Schizoids and Hemorrhoids."

This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.

"Catatonics and High Colonics"......No go.

Next, they tried "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives"....thumbs down again.

Then came "Minds and Behinds"....still no good.

Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes".......unacceptable again!

So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts".....not a chance.

"Nuts and Butts".....no way.

"Freaks and Cheeks".....still no good.

"Loons and Moons".....forget it.

Almost at their wit's end, the docs finally came up with:

"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones--Odds and Ends"

Everyone loved it.


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Monday, March 28, 2011

What a Beauty!

Just floating through life!

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

A cat's life!!!!

Sometimes the live stock just doesn't appreciate the finer things in life.



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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Happy Birthday, Daddy!



Floyd “Flip” Evans
March 24, 1930
Today would be my dad’s 81st birthday.  My dad passed away on March 18, 1979, after not waking up from a surgical procedure in which a local anesthetic could have, and should have been used.   

He was almost 49 years old.  However, I think he went to be with my mother, Marie, who had passed away in 1972 at the young age of 40.   They are together.  I miss and love them both.

My dad was the oldest of eight kids back during the depression.   I am not able to imagine how difficult it was for them.  He was a good dad and I’ll never forget him.

My dad had five kids, four boys and me, the only girl and the youngest.   When we were kids we cried and laughed a lot because of our dad. 

My favorite story is one year when we were going deer hunting. 

My mother had everything ready to load up and move out when my dad got home from work.  
My dad came in the house and looked around and asked: “where’s Max”.  We said: “Who”   We didn’t know what he was talking about.  Again he asked:  “where’s Max”,  Now we were really starting to think he slipped a bolt and didn’t know what he was talking about.  Dad said:  “Is Max over there in Les’ cabin?”   WHO?    We didn’t have a kid named, “Max” or a dog named “Max” and we didn’t know anyone named “Max” that my dad would be asking about.   We laughed out loud, and asked who’s “Max”   The more we laughed, the madder he got and asked:  “Where’s  Max”.    My mother finally had to say what in the hell are you talking about?   Dad said:  I’m talking about my ax., “WHERE’S MY AX”

Oh my gosh, I haven’t laughed so hard in my life.   To this day, my brothers and I still talk and laugh about this.   If dad were still here, he would be saying:  “KISS MASS”.

Happy Birthday Daddy, where ever you are.   Give Mom, Flint and Chris a hug and kiss.

Don’t forget to keep the lights on for the rest of us.
  
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Work In Progess

Hey Jake, what did you get me into here?   I seem to be working on this blog all the time.  I'm adjusting this and adjusting that.  Posting a picture, taking the picture off, adding fish and moving the fish.   I'm liking it to wearing too small of underwear, where you're always having to pick at your butt to pull the underwear out of the crack, or you wiggle your butt around to see if they'll shake out, or you pretend to being doing a knee bend, just in case you can't pick at the moment.
Oh well, I'll keep pecking or picking!!!!! 



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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I ALWAYS KNEW!

Oh my God!   
I've always suspected you were jealous!
I can't believe you told everybody how much cuter I am than you,
but you didn't have to tell them about the laugh.  I can't help it if 
I snort when I laugh.  
I could tell everybody how you farted in bed and blamed it on me.

but I won't! 

BTW, I had my ears fixed a couple of years ago so they don't 
flap anymore.   









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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

HAD TO BE THE PUPPY EYES

I have some advise for Jake.

Go in the bathroom,
turn and look in the mirror,
lift up your bangs,
and see if it says "SUCKER" on your forehead.

The first thing Richard said about the Beagle was how they
howl instead of bark.    You can imagine how he laughed after
he read the story about your dad's night with the Beagle. 

Your dad should have called you at 2 o'clock in the morning and let you
hear the dog howling.  

When we lived in Payson, neigbors through the block had a dog
that barked all night.   I don't know why it is that you can hear a
dog bark a block away, but you can't hear it when its right outside
your window.

Well, we would call the neighbor's house at 3 o'clock in the morning
and tell them their dog was barking.  We would listen and hear them go out and tell
the dog to shut up.

Oh, I'm sure the dog knew what "shut up" meant.  Duh, the dog quit barking because
you opened the door. 

Now Jake, I don't ever remember your dad having a dog.  He may have, but like I said I don't remember.   Why in the hell do you think he'd want one at 83 years old.  Next time take him some ice cream.

I bet your dad was so pissed off at you.  I can hear him bitching and moaning now.  

Oh well, you've always been impulsive, like the time you went to Vegas........



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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Should I be insulted?

My daughter gave me a handmade stitching that says: 

"The Next Best Thing of having you as my mom,      
   is my kids get you as the Grandma

     
These are the kids who get to call me Grandma. 





 "Just call be Jake" appears to be goading me to blog more.  

I will try, but after I get home from work, eat dinner and clean up, I barely

have time to sit my butt down on the couch and watch a little television,

visit with my hubby, do a few stitches of my crochet and go to bed.  Now, I might

have more time, but I go to bed at 9:00, read a few pages, get up and do it all over again.

         Yes,  I think Jake would call be boring.  Of course, I was never the adventerous type

and NEVER, EVER, EVER caused my parents any trouble, did I Jake?  When you

have a cousin/sis like Jake and 4 older brothers, you don't dare get in any trouble,

and trouble doesn't dare get near you. 

If you know what I mean!!!!!!

 



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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Years ago we had to send our cat, Cooper, to cat heaven.  We still had cans of cat food and didn't have a cat to feed.  One day three full grown cats were sunning on our front porch.  One of the cats was black with a little white on it and had so much hair we called it "Fluffy". 

A few days later another cat showed up.  It looked like "Fluffy" but was much smaller.  We fed the cat and called her "Fluffy Jr."   She was so thankful, she returned the favor by getting knocked up and gave us the 3 kitties pictured above. 

That was 5 1/2 years ago.   They are like basement boys and won't leave or run away.

They are outside cats, but get to sleep in the garage at night.  We have made a kitty condo out of a coffee table on top of an end table, draped in blankets.  They even have a heating mat in there. 

Yes, I've looked in the mirror and "stupid" was on my forehead.   I'm a sucker for animals.   

 I'm still wondering how you can be "dog tired"  when all my dog does is sleep.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A New Month! Yippee!!!!!

Well it's March 1st, and we can spend money!


Richard got a haircut, shaved his beard and put away the cane.
Daisy got new meat treats from PetCo, where the pets go.

Richard ran the car through the car wash, and put gas in the car.    $48.00 worth.  Whew,  glad we didn't have an emergency,  we'd had to walk, like in the old days.   That's when I would be wishing I lived in that little town again where everybody knows you, and you know everybody, and everybody knows your business, and you know everybody else's business, and if you don't you pretend you do, just so they think you're in the know.....
Not like that here, we don't really know our neighbors.    Next door neighbors, Steve and Shannon have lived there for about six years.   When Steve sees my husband in the front yard he says,

"Hi, how ya doin, Ron"! 

My husband's name is Richard!     

We call Steve,  "Stan".   

Needless to say we laugh about it.

I'll have to tell you about the door bell later. 

in the meantime,

"YOU'VE GOT TO LOVE ME TO KNOW ME" (Ѿ)
I didn't know there was a difference,
but now I know I'm not "smart",
just a "smart-ass"  

I'll just keep pretending though!
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