Drooly McCoy

Our youngest, Lennon, is a power-drooler.  Today, as we were relaxing in the den, I named him Drooly McCoy. This will not be funny unless you are somewhat familiar with the cast of The Love Boat.  Even then…

Yes, Danny Is A Tool.

We got out some of our records – mainly bubblegum stuff – for Noel to look at.  This took some courage.  See, Noel still likes to tear things.  He knows exactly what he’s doing.  He usually looks up innocently and proclaims, “break it!”  Adorable.  Adorable only goes so far.  These are our records.  (Please, now is not the time for a lesson on priorities…)  I can deal with a torn Elmo book.  I can even deal with a decapitated Elmo doll…hmmmm…anyway, I can not deal with the willful violation of an innocent Partridge Family LP.  They have to learn sometime, right?

All in all, he did a good job and showed some restraint.  If he shows positive progress, we shall move on to the Archies.  Or perhaps the Banana Splits.  I think the Brady Bunch is a ways away, though.  Let’s not even think about the Bugaloos record…

When Things Get Rough

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Sometimes You Need Some Ziggy Stardust

Hang On To Yourself

No Animals Were Harmed…

The horse was not harmed.  See?  Here he is, all in one piece.  He’s mine from childhood.  He is Silver, the Lone Ranger’s trusted companion.  After Tonto, that is.  OK, I just wanted to stave off the inevitable attack from Toy-Animal-PETA.

I Had No Other Choice

I begged him not to cross me. I told him that I would forgive many things, but betrayal was not one of them. He had to be taught a lesson. I had to send a message. One he would remember till the day he died…there were no arguments at nap time today.

Bubble Gum Groovy

A college friend of mine, John Aselin, has a cool new music blog .  He is posting cover songs of bubble gum rock tunes for the summer.  The first one, Yummy Yummy Yummy, retains all of the infectiousness of the original, but adds a slightly weird Velvets vibe.  Groovy, man, groovy.

Fading to black

February 17, 2009. A day that I will look back upon with mixed feelings.  This is when the analog television signal goes away forever.  If you plug a vintage console in you will get nothing.  Just cold black empty void null space. Or maybe some delightful Poltergeist snow.  You wanna know what you won’t get? I’ll tell you.  You won’t get Mannix or Love American Style or The Man From Atlantis.  Well, I guess you could just hook up your VCR….Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy my Directv.  I just think it’s a little sad when things become obsolete.  I really loved my Odyssey game system, too.

The Way Of The Apple

My son, Noel, loves to look at all of the lunchboxes and thermoses throughout our house.  He loves to uncap and cap the thermoses over and over again.  It makes me recall my love for lunchboxes as a young lad.  They were just soooo much better back in the 1970’s.  They had big pictures on them and glass-lined thermoses that held very little to drink.  They were clunky and a bit inefficient – much like most things back then – but they were a statement in the cafeteria.  “Yeah, that’s right, I’m carrying The Six Million Dollar Man.  What do you have??”

Here are a few that our boys can choose from:  The Banana Splits, The Brady Bunch, Charlie’s Angels, Apple’s Way, The Krofft Supershow, The Bugaloos, The Muppets, Knight Rider, H.R. Pufnstuf, Superfriends, Kiss, Star Wars and The Archies.

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