Army boy

Michael while serving in Germany during the cold war. Here he is with two of the people from his unit. Such a kid he is.

He loved everything about Germany, especially the food, the beer, and the Autobahn, driving on it in his Mustang.

We had that three-car garage, Michael sold his new Mustang when we bought the Dodge Ram and sold his 1987 Mustang when we sold our house. Man! that was one hot car. It had five on the floor and was a GT.

On our first dance out of town up 99 to, I think Hanford. Most of our dance club made the drive up and then back home after the dance.

Michael and I were getting to know one another and he was trying hard to be good as a young man in another newer sports car came alongside him, and revving up his engine, saying old Mustang, come on I’ll blow you away. It was so hard on Michael. The man has a need for speed.

This guy would not go away. Finally Michael down-shifted and as we would have said back in the day, Michael’s old Mustang blew him away. I did not say so, but I loved it. When I was a kid if you had four on the floor you had one hot car.

I drove a Chrysler Imperial back in the early ’70s, nobody left a red light ahead of me, but I tempered my need for speed better than Michael does his.  Oh, my! we do have fun.

Til next time

Patricia

Army boy

An army boy and his weapon are never parted.

As our beautiful home was sold as soon as it was listed, not even in the M.L.S. yet, we should have not ageed to be out of our home so soon. Even a healthy young man like Michael can over do and he did. So here he sits cooling his heels for a few days waiting to become operable and able to move and pack and etc. We sold furniture and as all of you have sold a home and moved, gave furniture and who knows what all to Goodwill, the closet place to haul stuff and haul and haul and haul. But we made it.

I got to drive the Dodge Ram with my dodge charger on a trailor to Bakersfield and we (truck, car, and me) stayed there until Michael drove the twenty six foot moving van to Las Vegas and back. We returned that truck and drove back to Las Vegas.

Wow! Moving Isn’t for old people!

We have great neighbors and have met so many wonderful people in Neveda. It’s great to br living here.

Patricia

 

Year one

.Heres a photo Michael took the first year we were married, we are living in the cute little town-house I bought after THE “D-I-V-O-R-C-E”.  How many of you remember the song by Tammy Wynette after she and George Jones were divorced? Twenty years we’ve been together now, married over nineteen.

No comparison really, just a memory that popped up. Anyway, here Michael and I are in Cedar City Utah, an awesome little town, that promotes the arts in an awesome way. They are into thespianism in a big way.

Coleen loved performing in drama through her Jr. high and high school years, she had so many friends, she and guy friend Timmy (Spanish or Hispanic, not sure which, but tall,, black hair gorgeous boy) Coleen, (can I whisper: short, voluptuous, blonde and athletic to boot). The last descriptive word was ok along with, blonde.

Those two were so gorgeous together and won ribbons, trophies when doing one of Neil Simeon’s skits. They would have dated were it not for Roderick, he may have, make that Would have physically injured Timothy, had Coleen dated him. His mom was smart as a whip, I don’t know how many businesses she owned. If You’ve Got It! you’ve Got It! But oh, no. She married that Texas boy. Nuff said.

So here we are, we will be here one more night and be on our way home. We will be seeing so many of the great people we have met in Las Vegas, this weekend at the art gallery. I can’t say more than that as Rodderick is desperate to find me. If he could find and kill me he would be so fulfilled and happy, so the location of the gallery is somewhere in Nevada, maybe in Las Vegas, Roderick can be the means of his own end. Not mine or Michaels, by the mighty grace of Yahava. but still,  mumbs the word.

Its time to go we still have a little shopping to do. Oh! my goodness, you should see the boot scooting western boots Michael bought me at ENCORE A CHIC BOUTIQUE in St. George Utah yesterday. They are absolutely to die for! And girls and gals I only bought two pair, WEEEEELLLLL, I only ask Michael to buy me two pair, which he did, of course. How he spoils me, and I love it. Actually, it took me a few years to get used to it. NOW I’M JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW.

Places to go stuff to do

Patricia

 

Missing teeth

Here we are in Brice Canyon, Utah, Rainbow point. This is me and Michael with his missing teeth.

As you can see if you look closely, Michael has recently lost some teeth, AGAIN! And, no I did not knock any of his teeth out. He did that himself when he was eleven years old. It just hurts me to hear him tell how it happened. But here goes.

As I was riding my bike on an errand to get some milk from the local seven to eleven store, I went down a little hill on the sidewalk. I turned the corner and I am not sure what happened. The next thing I knew I was lying face first on the sidewalk, I got up and walked back to the house crying all the way.

My mom heard somebody crying outside and did not realize that it was me until I walked back into the house. Then she saw me and was shocked to see that I was all scraped up on my nose, upper lip, chin, and a big scrape on my chest about three inches in diameter.

As she started cleaning me up she could see that my three upper front teeth were broken off and made a perfect arch. It didn’t feel perfect in any shape size or form. It just hurt like all get out.

At this time, after all, I had gone through and after she had cleaned my wounds we realized I still had the milk money clutched in my hand.

My dad came home and when we went to the scene of my accident to get my bike, we saw that the front tire of my bicycle had come off and there was a three or four-foot long scrape in the concrete sidewalk where the front forks had scraped grooves when the wheel came off. This had caused me to go face first over the handlebars and hit the sidewalk causing my teeth to break off and I had landed about a foot from the grass.

My folks took me to a dentist and after much discussion, after x-rays were taken he decided on a course of action. A dental surgeon cut the nerves to these teeth and my dentist had to grind them down and put caps on. This was a lengthy process.

I was told in about ten years, due to growth, these would need to be replaced. Later while in the army this was done, although not without problems. The upshot is that there were other problems and then the surgery was done to correct all of this. He did stop and take pictures during the process for teaching purposes.

These teeth lasted me for almost thirty years before they deteriorated and had to be pulled. I now have a bridge and a partial, which I usually do not wear as it is uncomfortable.

Although now he is still devastatingly handsome.  Michael says he is so ugly he could stop a speeding train, make it turn around and go in the other direction. As you can see, we disagree

Michael and Patricia

 

 

 

 

New Pal

Our new friend, even though he did figure me for a pigeon, as a con takes someone for a pigeon, I still like him.

He reminds me of the large flock of birds who had taken over the eves of a new home in Greenfield California. We had bought the home out of foreclosure. So here we are with the patio along the back yard in rude use by the many nesting birds. As spring had just sprung there were no baby birds yet. Just the many birds carrying mud and building nest across the entire back of the house. As we were moving in to discourage them Michael would periodically spray the new building construction with a garden hose, undoing what had been done. This was not appreciated, but as he is a giant  (my gentle giant)  nothing was done by the birds to discourage him.

When the time came a few days later for him to return to work, it fell upon me to interrupt the construction going on by the gang of birds.

Soooo Cute! After I had sprayed the water a few times, this gang of birds was right above my head in a huddle and after a period of time the whole gang of birds all dive bombed me! I must have looked small to them. They never did this to Michael! I loved it!  How clever of them!

Careful who you call a bird brain from now on. You may be the only bird brain around.

Patricia

Ever see your self on the Net? Meet Michael

This was on the internet in a commercial,  WordPress will let me know if I can use it for this blog.

Michael said to me “I’m on the internet” I rushed to see my Sweetie on the ‘net’ and here he is. It’s really not him, maybe there is a resemblance to us as we eat and watch our favorite movies.

Patricia

Beautiful black bird

As we had met Mr. Blck bird at the peak of the Brice canyon view: Rainbow point. Here he arrived when we stopped at the second roadside view, as he flew in to meet us. I tried to get my camera on in time to get a photo of him in flight and landing, missed it. He landed on the rail near the front of our big silver trunk, clever bird.

He walked up the rail to my open window expecting this little ole lady would feed him which I did, of course. Michael did get a shot of him moving to swallow a crust of bread, downloaded it, and when we find it we will post it.

We love, love, love Gods clever creatures

Patricia

Aunt Ruth, Charles sister

This would have been in the 1920s. Everyone told me that I looked just like my aunt Ruth and I must have. She had married T.G. Rose. Everyone called him TG.

When our school Porter, consolidated and we went to San Jon to school so did some school up on the caprock, a boy by the name of Stanley frost was also new there. I was a freshman and he was a grade behind me. (he later became a judge). I would not date him, he was too young. Ha, here I am now married to a much younger man. He went home and told his mom he saw a girl in school who just like his aunt Ruth, (my aunt Ruth).

Check out that dress. How cool is that?

They started out just like all of Charles and his siblings, borrowing money from the bank, buying a farm, indebted to the bank, like everyone else did. It wasn’t easy making a go of it. Most made it a few didn’t. Maybe more than a few. How would I know?

Someday I will tell of T.G. & Aunt Ruth’s immense success & riches and of T.G.’s murder. Not a happy story, Money alone does not bring happiness or peace.

Patricia

 

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