Monday, November 30, 2009

Thanksgiving in Pictures

The Pinochle Crew. Don seems to have taught us all the love of the game. Yes, we were full of the love, but the rule book pretty much went out the window.

The Binder Clan: the next generation.

Mom's Kitchen - just messier than she would have allowed.

The Beach: bitter cold.

Dad's Office, or what we called the "Time-Out Room". Richard had been a bad, bad boy!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Mom & Dad's House

The house is suppose to be blue... someone has desecrated the old house!

But there is proof it is ours.

Who's Says I'm Loonie?


There is a method to my madness!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My good buddy, DB Cooper.


I’ve decided to take the day off from reality and channel DB’s spirit so that I can locate the missing $194,120.00 of the ransom he was paid for the plane he hijacked on November 24, 1971.

Frankly, it seems a more reasonable retirement plan than relying on my bludgeoned 401K.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Ripped From the Headlines!

"Heidi, Spencer Shop Own TV Show.

Heidi and Spencer Pratt, Seeking More Television Time, Want To Star In Their Own Reality Show

from Cbsnews.com

I read the whole article. Oddly, I was left reminiscing about my good ol’ days at Tyee High.

I know this will come as something as a surprise to many of you, but I was in debate back in my school days. Actually, I should say competitive speaking, as it included no only debate, but also interpretive speaking, expository speaking, oratorical speaking, improvisational speaking and a couple other categories. (It was decades ago; decades of brain cell abuse, some might call it brain-cell-o-cide.) I was best in improv speaking. (You better sit down kids, but I went to state!)

Improv is pretty basic. You enter the room. You are handed a topic. You read it out loud. You read it to yourself and then you read it out loud again. And then you talk for three to five minutes about the topic. Then, you are done. Once you have completed your talk, you can stay in the room to see how you do compared to those who come after, or you can wander off into the sunset. I always enjoyed listening to those who followed. Each contestant was given a different topic, so it could be very be interesting.

Senior year of high school – at state: I am done with whatever I did. It was not memorable. I have chosen to forget it. I knew I was done for the season; my career was over. The last person in our flight comes in. He is handed his topic.

“The picture of the president is no longer hung in the post office.” There is silence while he reads the topic to himself. “The picture of the president is no longer hung in the post office.” There is a pregnant pause. “Who cares?”

He leaves the room.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

I Love My Ducks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hrjpe1VCNg

I couldn't resist!

Somehow, I should be able to do something so you don't have to cut and past, but I have no friggin' idea what it is. So cut and paste and enjoy!

We don't need no stinkin' polar bears!


(Click to enlarge.)