I love my iPhone

I just bought a new iPhone 3g and downloaded a program for posting on WordPress.com.

Now no matter where I am I can write stories and post pictures!

Prespectives

Jay, Tina and Jana came to visit us for a few days.

Well to put that in perspective, Tina and Jana are going to the Philipines and we live 10 minutes from LAX.

However, to put that into perspective, they could have flown out of SFO.

Talking with Jay this morning he said that his number one priority in life is to create an environment for Jana where she will be able to think about her future and what she wants to do with her life.

To put that into perspective for me he explained that when he was little his only thought was to be able to survive the day without gettin’ a beatin’.

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J

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That was cool

A few weeks ago I turned 53. Not so cool.

32 people showed up for my surprise birthday party. That was cool.

I fully intend to write each person individually and personally thank them.

I’ve been intending to do that for some time now.

I’m just writing this now in case in a few weeks I actually forget that the whole thing ever happened.

It was sure cool though.

Thank you all.

We called him Big Daddy

This is Big Daddy.

James Carr Dailey.

Our mom’s father.

I only have one memory of him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His legs had sores on them. 

In this photo he looks intelligent, thoughtful and easy going.

I wonder what he was like in real life?

That’s the kind of mom she was

I mentioned before that when I was in the sixth grade I had a paper route. It was not a real paper that people subscribed to though it was a throw away paper.

 There was an older kid in the neighborhood who had a “real” paper route. If I remember correctly his name was David Duvall. He was cool. He was a little bit of a bully but he could get away with it because he was so cool. Did I mention he was cool? That’s just the kind of guy his was.

One day David was going to be out of town and he since he knew I had a paper route too he asked me if I would deliver his paper for him on Sunday. I said I would. That’s just the kind of guy I am.

I delivered my own paper on Saturday so it wouldn’t be any problem to deliver his on Sunday. After I delivered my paper I played all day like kids do then after dinner something really cool happened.

Johnny (as he was known then) and Bootsie and their kids Denise, Susan and Janice came up to visit. Mom worked nights as a waitress so Karo and I were usually alone at night so it was always soooo cool when Johnny and Bootsie came to visit.

Karo and I adored Johnny and when they came up we usually played cards or told stories or whatever all night long. This day, if I remember correctly, they decided to teach me not to gamble so they taught me how to play poker.

We stayed up all night playing poker and I won (in hidesight I’m thinkin’ maybe they let me ’cause I was the kid). I definitely remember them saying that they didn’t do a very good job of teaching me NOT to gamble since I won all their money.

Finally, mom came home from work and Johnny and Bootsie and their kids went home and I went to bed, I have no idea what time it was but I know it was in the middle of the night.

When I woke up it was Sunday afternoon. “Uh oh! I was supposed to deliver the Sunday paper for David Duvall”.

Not to worry. Although my mom didn’t know anything about it when she got a phone call from David’s mother explaining that no one had gotten their Sunday paper yet and I was supposed to deliver them she didn’t even think twice. She didn’t have the heart to wake me.

Even though she had already worked two jobs that day our mom and David’s mom folded all the papers and delivered them to everyone for me… because that’s the kind of mom she was.

My favorite 3rd of July

When I was in the sixth grade. I had a newspaper route. It was just a “throw away” paper. For those of you who don’t know a throw away paper is a newspaper that no one subscribes to, it just gets delivered every week and then at the end of the month the paper boy comes and tries to get you to pay him for it. It’s called a throw away paper because nobody reads it they just throw it away.

 At that time the monthly rate for my paper was twenty five cents. If I could collect twenty five cents from a customer I got to keep part of it and the rest went to the company. Even though nobody read the paper I delivered when those little old ladies saw that cute little red-headed kid trying to collect for it they just couldn’t say no. So I did pretty good.

I don’t remember how long I had that route but I do remember that for the fourth of July that year I had ten dollars to spend on fireworks. Back in those days you could buy a lot of fireworks for $10. I came home with a box as big as I could carry and it was full of everything you could imagine.

 Also, as you might imagine I couldn’t wait for the big day. As it happened that year my mom was at work on the night before the fourth and my sister wasn’t home either but I don’t remember where she was.

The the kids next door Ronnie, Donnie and Johnny were in bed already but their bedroom window overlooked our backyard and I was telling them about all the fireworks I bought. Just to show them I lit some sparklers… then some whistlers… then… well to make a long story short, it was a fantastic third of July.

 Just me and Ronnie, Donnie and Johnny.

I guess the joke is on me…. again

Let me tell it from the beginning.

Last Tuesday Morning (hey, good name for a store.. but I digress) Limpy sent me a private email and told me she was having problems posting on the Boshidiots blog.

At first I just replied and said “Sucks to be you” thinking that whatever it was she would figure it out.

Well she wrote back right away and said she had tried everything but it didn’t work. So I wrote back and suggested she send me her login name and password and I would try to login as her and create a post to see if it works.

She sent it to me and I logged in as her and created a quick post and made up some stupid story about her being in love with someone name Beverly. I even posted a comment about it. Then I sent her an email right away saying “It worked for me go check it out”. I thought she would go read it and email me back some stupid comment and then I would go delete the post.

I waited for her response… and I waited… and I waited… but it never came. At that point I figured she had gone to bed for the day and I had to get to work so I just left it.

After I got to work Jayare sent me an IM and said “Dude, if you are going to post as Aunt Limpy you need to login as yourself before you post a comment!”. Oops. I immediately went and fixed that. Then I told Jayare the story and said I hadn’t heard anything from Aunt Limpy yet.

 All day long we IM’d back and forth reading emails and waiting to see what would happen but we never heard from Lynda.

So Wednesday I saw emails coming in from Lynda. She was replying to the ones BEFORE I sent my email with the link so I knew any minute I was going to get an email from her telling me what she thought of my little joke, so I waited…. and I waited… and I waited… but it never came.

I saw her answering emails that were sent AFTER I sent the link so I knew she must have read it. I was really confused about why I hadn’t heard anything from her.

Then I saw Steve online so I IM’d him. Here is a transcript:

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Jerry: Did you read boshidiots yesterday?

Boy: No.

Jerry: Ah, you should read it today.

Boy: Aunt Linda?

Jerry: Yeah.

Boy: Well, that’s the way that goes then.

Jerry: Yesterday morning she sent me a private email telling me that when she tried to post anything on boshidiots it let her type the whole thing but then gave her an error when she tried to publish it. I told her if she sent me her password I would try to post something as her. She didn’t read it until today. Then she commented. But she hasn’t sent me anymore private emails.

Boy: Dude. Dude.That’s not funny.

Jerry: LOL.Only to me it is.

Boy: Does everyone else know it wasn’t her?

Jerry: I have no idea.

Boy: ‘Cuz it totally came off like her. Judging by their comments, I don’t think they know.

Jerry: Karo sent me a private email saying it didn’t sound like Lynda because she would not share her personal life. Then she asked if it was me.
I told her I didn’t think it sounded like Lynda either but the only way I would be able to post as Lynda is if she gave me her password. I’m sure they all know.

Boy: Well, they all bought for a second. I totally bought it.

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I went away from that IM session figuring my son was very gullible if he could believe what I wrote so easily.

Later, I went to Boshidiots to see if anyone else had commented and that’s when I figured out that the joke was on me.

Apparently, Lynda had gone back in and edited “her” post and enhanced it quite a bit by telling how long her and Beverly had been together and really, really made it believable.

So this morning when we had our weekly PU Jay called me, I called Karo, Karo called Lynda… but Lynda didn’t answer. Instead, her machine picked up and this voice we never heard before said something to the effect of:

 ”Hi, you have reached the home of Beverly and Lynda. Lynda can’t come to the phone right now because I’ve got her tied up but you can call back next week. Or we should be done soon so you can try later.”

We couldn’t tell exactly what it said because we were all laughing too hard.

Missing you all

We seem to be getting pretty good at the ad lib limerick thing. Since I’m so proud of the one we came up with this time I’m not going to list the other ones I finished after each person added a line. 

I wish I could see all your faces
But we’re spread out in so many places
If I had a canoe
You know what I’d do?
I’d bring all my love in big cases.

Another Gaggle of Geese

Betty 

I know you’re thinkin’ I don’t care
Because I don’t wear any underwear
It’s not that I won’t
It’s just that I don’t
’cause wedgies really are a bear

Jay

I know you’re thinkin’ I don’t care
But I really, truly do.  I swear.
I probably bore you
When I say I adore you
But you’ve got me walking on air

Karo

I know you’re thinkin’ I don’t care
But I really, truly do.  I swear.
I probably bore you
And sometimes ignore you
But it’s just ’cause you don’t have any hair

Limpy

I know you’re thinkin’ I don’t care
But I really, truly do.  I swear.
I probably bore you
And sometimes ignore you
Cause I’m prayin’, or singin’ or fixin’ hair

Practice makes perfect…

Today we had our 3rd (or was it 4th) PU at 7AM. Jay called me, I called Karo, Karo called Limpy and we talked about Betty. We knew that Betty was in church so it was safe.

 We had this great idea. Since we have been writing adlib limericks and posting them online we decided to make up four lines of a limerick, then call Bets and leave it on her answering machine for her to write the last line.

 I started it with “We called you this moring to say”

Then Karo added “Although we know you’re away”

And Linda contributed “We just had to do it”

… and then we realized that since we always go in order of age the next line would rightfully be Betty’s…

So we started over. We were pretty happy with the lines we had written so we just decided to use them but have Jay start.

Jay: We called you this morning to say

Jerry: Although we know you’re away

Karo: We just had to do it

Limpy: … uh 

Okay, let’s try that again.

Jay: We called you this morning to say

Jerry: Although we know you’re away

Karo: We just had to do it

Limpy: That’s all there is to it

Cool! We got it!

So we practiced for about 45 minutes before we finally got the timing down perfectly and then Limpy called Bets.

Just as we suspected her machine answered: “Hi, were sorry we missed your call… blah, blah, blah…BEEP!”

We all waited patiently for Jay to start our perfect 4/5th of a limerick…

… and we waited…

… and we waited…

…and we waited…

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any more and I just busted up laughing. Someone told Jay to start and he said:

“Oh, I was waiting for the beep!”

Laugh? I thought I’d die. All that practice was for naught because we left it up to the deaf guy to listen for the beep.

Who’da thunk?

 LIOTR