Western shirts are terrific.....

they really are,

be it humdrum plaid or rhinestone flowers....

I'm starting a little collection....

I've found that certain thrift stores periodically have them in abundance,

however, I will not release their names lest you plunder my source.

I'm so drawn to their colors and featherweight fabric.....

They beg to be cut up and given new lives as dresses or bags.

......and speaking of all things western.... has anyone ridden our nations only Buckin' Buffalo yet?

I think I have it in me to conquer that beast.....
....or at least hurt myself real bad....

Lordy, Lordy I love estate sales.....

Two this weekend, and I noticed that both sales had nice wooden rocking chairs for sale......

The one posted above, and the one posted below.

The sales are today & Saturday (mabye Sunday too):

644 Meadowbrook Dr., N. Tonawanda
&
305 Hartwell Rd, N. Buffalo

I'm not sure which chair is at which sale.....

I started to sketch a picture of Mike and I on our "chalking rampage" but by the time I had finished with Mike's head I realized that it really din't look that much like him...
.....
but it did sort of look like him...

....in fact it looks exactly like the kid who would be picked to play him if our lives were a show on the Disney Channel....

.... so I drew my Disney Channel equivalent as well....

Look at us all big-headed and smiley.....

Those Even-Stevens' don't stand a chance....

My mom first fell in love with my dad because she thought he looked like Paul Newman....

I wonder how many kids my age can say the same thing....probably everyone whose dad had curly, blond hair and blue eyes....

Paul Newman was such a stud......but I digress

When my dad was in middle school his #1 desire was to be called "Jumper" by his friends........ I know, coolest nickname ever......but it never stuck.

Sometimes, amongst the privacy of family my dad will do his "Chiquita Bannana" dance, which involves akwardly lunging from side to side while carefully balancing a pair of underwear on his head....
classy

He loves Gordon Lightfoot... in fact for several years our family cd player mysteriously refused to play cds by any artists other than the much revered Gordo.

I have this very vivid memory of my dad making every member of my family march up to bed according to the month in which we were born, acting out the month as we saw fit.
......my dad denies ever having done this but I remember quite distinctly seeing him beat his chest and scratch his chest....howling "ape..ape..april"

Happy Birthday Dad !!
(even though he won't read this I thought I would just send out the happy birthday vibes in as many ways as possible.)

So I had an appointment today at a "Lady" Doctor...

Everything was fine....good good good...

The whole time I was there I was thinking about the first I went to this particular kind of doctor...

She says, here, put this on, ties in the back....

Okay, so I can handle putting on a hospital gown...

but then, do I take everything off?, or just the bottom...... mabye everything, but then I really don't want to be that creep who strips completely nude at the slightest hint of its acceptance....

Okay so I decide to brave it and go au natural....

But then there's this large paper sheet....

What the heck are you supposed to do with that....

So I got creative and wrapped it around my waste, like a kicky sarong....

A glance in the mirror told me that I probably got it right.....
Confident, I hop onto the chair....

RIP.....
, great, Big huge rip down the back of my paper sarong....

Quickly I folded the sheet in half and wrapped it back around my waist.

Now I just look like I'm trying so very hard to look cute in my micro-mini paper skirt.

Defeated, I sit back down.....carefully

The doctor enters and takes one look at me....

"why don't we just get you a new one"....

thanks.....now I believe you have a job to do....

I was pretty embarassed....

ah the memories..