Mixed Drinks and Pussy

September 3, 2012

A few years ago I set up a camera and filmed myself pouring my favorite drink. Today I just finished editing and uploading a video of one of my nephews  first JV high school football games. As I signed in to YouTube, I saw that the video of me mixing a drink had been viewed 527 times! I know some of you are thinking “What’s the big deal?” Well, for me, 527 of anything is a lot. So I was happy but also confused. It’s not like it’s a cat video, though I have one of those too, but damn, 527 views? Thanks. Drink up.

My brother and I were lucky. We always got two Easter baskets. We got one from the Easter Bunny at home, and then we’d go to our Grandmothers house down the road, and get another. That E. B. was better than Santa. I remember standing outside her front door, she had always set the stage, theater of the mind so to speak. There were convincing muddy foot prints on the front door, and grass trails that led us more or less straight to our baskets. One year there were raisins outside meant to look like bunny crap. I’m pretty sure they were raisins.

Happy Easter!

and on the back of the picture I found this…

RIP Mack

February 23, 2011

He was so cute, and a little goofy. I remember the night Ray brought him home. Angel had protested right up till the end, but finally, he gave in. “Go get your dog”. Once home he seemed to belong there. He chased leaves in the wind and tripped all over himself! He was a huge puppy. They named him Mack.

Mack had an under bite that sometimes made him look like he was showing his teeth. He grew to 160lbs and would shake his head throwing slobber everywhere just like Hooch. But he was the most loving, kind, and gentle dog you’d ever meet. All Mack wanted was love, and he got plenty of it from the Maldonado family as well as everyone who ever had the pleasure of meeting the gentle giant.

Rest in peace dear Mack, you touched my heart and will be missed.

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2005 – 2011

More young Art

February 8, 2011

Another one of my nieces pieces. These girls really move me! This one was a Christmas gift for Gane (Grandma).

Audrey Jo


January 31, 2011

#261 in Life’s Little Instruction Book says:

Take family vacations whether you can afford them or not. The memories will be priceless.

I’ve got a head full of priceless memories, and a few pictures.

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My Dad’s Tree

January 15, 2011

It was 34 years ago. We were camping near a lake. Dad said, “If you see the ranger, whistle.” We have a family Whistle. Sadly, I found out later, not all families have a family whistle. But we did, and I was ready. 12 years old, standing by the side of the access road with my little brother who at the time was 10. We waited, and watched for the Ranger. After at least 15 min, and no Ranger sightings, Dad reappeared from the woods. Without more than a “Let’s go boys” He struck out for the lake and we followed.

The next day my brother and I went exploring. I wanted to know what dad had done in the woods. My brother and I went to the spot where dad had gone into the woods, and walked slowly in. After looking high and low, we found a tree that had recently be marked. My dad had carved an old fashion love sign into a tree, in the woods…

The initials “SR” then under that, the letter “L” and below that the initials “CC” and below that, the date “77”.

My dad was so cool! Years later, I went back to the woods, near that lake, and found that tree. I took a picture of the carving, blew it up and framed it. I gave it to my parents on their 40th anniversary.

Last November my dad and I went back to that lake to take pictures and reminisce. I asked him if he would like to try to find “His” tree. He said sure and we went looking. We were both surprised and excited to have found that tree once again. There were several trees around “His” tree that had been felled, either by nature or the Park service. But there it was, bigger than either of us had remembered! Maybe 80′ tall! And about 8 feet up, there was his carving! Nature had reclaimed some of it but it is still readable. And no harm had come to that beautiful tree. I think that my dads quest for romantic immortality has, in part, been achieved.

Christmas Past

January 12, 2011

Warmth, love, family, excitement, wonder, and innocence are the thoughts that popped into my head as I looked at this picture. Me and my brother watching dads Lionel train puff out smoke as it did circles under the Christmas tree. I was almost 5 and my brother would have been 3. What a wonderful childhood we had!