Meat Sauce

 If you know me, you know i don't have pierced ears. But, also, if you know me and I did:

The zany adventures of....

 

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

 I went to an estate sale a few months ago, since they were advertising some vintage audio equipment. It was junk but, they had a lot of nice stuff. i felt like i had to buy something so, I came home with this:

Strange but true. You'd think as a pre-teen, I would have been in love with Truly Scrumptious (Sally Ann Howes) but, the scenes that stuck with me were of Baroness Bomburst in her under garments. Remember, I did say I was a pre-teen.

You can call me Timmy

My first Timmy memory may be incorrect. Around 1969-1972, OTASCO (Oklahoma Tire and Supply Company) had some Christmastime TV commercials where a little animated elf hawked their toys. I thought I recalled him saying “Hello, my name’s Timmy” but, after searching the internet, the only reference I found was someone else who had the same memory but, according to them his name was Timothy. I don’t know why that got stuck in my brain all these years. I can imagine me back then going around imitating him. 

About the same time frame, Lassie was a popular TV show and of course Lassie’s owner was Timmy. As in “What’s that Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?”.
I guess from that worn out TV trope, I deduced that it was always Timmy getting into dangerous situations. So, as I became a father with two children to raise, I began to use Timmy as a cautionary tale: “Dad, can I jump off this?” 

”Sure, your brother Timmy jumped off it.” 

”I don’t have a brother Timmy.” 

“Well, there you go.” 

 When I was introduced to my Step-grandson, he was around three years old. We hit it off well since I like to play with kids. I just thought Joel was a harsh name for a three year old’s playmate, So, I told him he coulda call me Timmy. Funny thing though, his other Grandparents think it is hilarious that he calls me Timmy and so they call me Timmy. He calls them Poppy and Gigi but, I guess that’s normal. 

So yeah, you can call me Timmy.

Roger Dean "Badgers" poster

 I put this in a frame that is too long but, at $10 dollars versus no-telling-what getting a frame made would have cost, it will do. I am displaying it in my garage along with several other Roger Dean posters. 

My brother Darin gave this to me for Christmas. He had it stored away in his attic for about three decades. It has corner tears and holes along with some wrinkles and a couple of torn spots but, it is presentable and reminds me of my teenage years. This poster was printed by Big-O poster company in the seventies by the thousands I'm sure. It was never reprinted though. I searched the internet and there was only one for sale. It is on E-bay and the seller is asking $495.

On my Mantle

 The three centerpieces were all painted by my Daughter Emily years ago. Actually the elephants were done  more recently as I had broken the original elephant piece she created.

Glamour shot

 Well maybe not a "Glamour Shot".
Zorro in repose on my bed.

A thing I did

But what does it mean?

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