Sunday, April 26, 2009

TIMESHARE, my BUTT. It was TIME TAker

Kelli inspired me to write of my experience at the timeshare place in Florida. Her husband Chad got us a free day at this place and all we had to do is listen to a 20 min spiel on their program-or so they say. We arrived late and they said we could come down to the lobby anytime to hear the "presentation." When we got there the guy was a real as... hol... saying if we didn't hurry up we couldn't get the free night and it would cost $175. So we went with them to the presentation place as we walked in we saw a room full of people and none of them were talking but all were looking down at the floor-that's a red flag I learned later. I got in line to give my information to the clerk and stood next to this very nice old guy doing the same thing when all of a sudden this lady came bursting out of the door to the back office yelling at the top of her lungs saying stuff like. "These Go# \da*m$^# Bas&$#s lie @$ to you. They say it will only take 20 minutes and we've been here for 2 hours and they won't let you got, the sons of B*%$#@!)*s! The guy next to me says, "Oh, dear. I certainly hope not." in the kindest voice. This was a huge red flag. We went into this big room with very loud music playing where we sat at a table and then met a nice young lady who said,
she came back just for us from her vacation day because she was so impressed with our information. She must have liked our names as that's all the info we had given them so far.
She told us a little about the timeshare and how her family had a timeshare and that her little brother had died and all her memories were of their vacations at the timeshare. I started crying at hearing this but Linda just sat there like a "bump on a log" with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. I learned later that it was an act she was putting on. That story didn't seem to change Linda so the lady told of when her mother died while they were just coming back from their timeshare and they were happy they had that time together especially when her mother reached out her hand from the bloody car crash and said in broken voice, "promise me you'll never sell the condo." She then collapsed into a coma and
the paramedics said how much they enjoyed their condos. The sales lady just kept telling sad and yet kinda exciting stories and I kept crying and Linda just kept sitting there. After two hours and three times to the bathroom and four bowls of popcorn and 6 free cokes, I think we're done. We kept telling the lady that I get sick flying on planes-I don't, but Linda said I did, so I went along with it thinking there must be a reason for not wanting to travel any where. We stand up and the lady says follow me and we went out back and I see an golf cart and I find out that we are going to tour the facility. Holy, snikes! What happened to being done!? We get into the golf cart and look a four different condos. They actually looked pretty nice to me and I'm thinking we should get one but Linda is still looking down and is kinda grey in the face so I don't push it. We are then handed off to another guy who starts the same bull sh.... story again! I think that this is incredible. "What are the chances that two different people have brothers and mothers that die after they stay in a condo?" This timeshare owning sounds just too dangerous to me. I start to voice my concern but Linda kicks my foot just as I'm starting to talk so I don't. Then we're handed off to another guy and buy this time the entire room if empty-mind you there were at least 30 people there when we started. The lights are turned off and our car is the only one in the parking lot. We now have been there over 4 hours-no sh...t-4 hours. They say the same dam... things to us-the best being, "What do we have to do to have you sign today?" I think, blow your head off would be good or let me smash your hand in the door for a starter. Linda still hasn't changed her posture. Over 4 hours and she still looks exactly the same. They say, OK you win let's take you to the office and get your paperwork. I think, Yes!. We go into an office where the "hammer" is and we sit down. This cute little gal comes in and says, "What do we have to do to have you sign to day?" That does it! I've gone over the edge. I reach up to take my hat off and I catch my glasses and pull everything off at the same time and they fall all over the place like some dumb as.... old guy triping over himself, I say, "Good L... lady we've been here almost 5 hours, the carlot is empty, the room is empty there is no one left. We just want to get the hell outta here! My face is all red, Linda now has changed her attitude. She thinks I'm going to deck this girl. I should have. Let's just say Linda won because she only said, 5 words the whole time-We don't like to travel. An unforgetable experience.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Channeling for Grandma

Grandma doesn't use the computer so she is not into anything like blogs, facebook or such. I had the idea that if I channeled her through ME into a blog she could communicate with all of you.
So here goes....this may take a minute....... I can sense her near, nearer, Oh, wait. that's Brown Dog...Back to Grandma... Grandma, are you there? Yes, son-in-law I'm here.

Don't count me out yet. This Old grey mare ain't what she used to be. I've been around the block a few times. This could be the end. The're not ready for me in heaven. I've been a little naughty upstairs. I get the craziest things. Have you ever heard of swollen legs? I hear Tea for Two and God Bless America in my hear all day long. Doctor what causes that? I never really liked either one of those songs. Can you take the garbage out after this session? ( this is me-I would Grandma but it was picked up just yesterday. How about waiting a week?) I just like to get it out of here because it smells. (There isn't anything in it) OK, Just don't forget to take it out. .....I'm losing her. There Grandma was channeled into my Blog. Amazing.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

RACCon TAILS for my Gang Buddies


I want to add to the assessories list available to members of the "Fake Eye-Patch" Gang. We now have available Raccon Tails! Yes, no other gang has them and they are exclusive here.
Just $5.95 per tail with your $2.75 Fake Eye-Patch. You'll really look groovey.

Available in small, medium and large or the one size fits all.
You'll be a hit and everybody will want one just to be like you.

Friday, April 17, 2009

JOIN my NEW CLUB

I'm thinking of making a club or gang called the "Fake Eye-Patch" club. I actually like the Fake Eye-Patch Gang better than club. We would have a lot in common as we would have these eye-patches that we would wear whenever we wanted to belong to something bigger than ourselves. We could wear them to church. Like when you get fired from your job or somebody hits your car in a parking lot and you just need somebody to put their arm around you give you a big hug and say, "I love your eye-patch. When did you lose your eye?" You could flip it up and say, "Gotcha." Then blink a few times and then ask them if they want to join the gang and tell them where to get or make their own eye-patch.
If Lowell Stallings was still here we could elect him president and he could give a speech and stuff. Anyway, I think being part of a gang is really fun as I feel a little bit rebellious and I'm the only member of the gang so far.

I'm going out right now and "tag" somebody's barn or fence or house. I'll use some secret phrase like, "one eyes blind" or "blind in one eye" or "still crazy with one eye." Look for it around the Valley. Let me know if you want to be a part of this gang. The dues will only be $2.75 per month for shipping and handling sending eye-patches out. It would be a little more if you want and eye-patch that you can see through.

Hope to see ya soon.

Monday, April 13, 2009

birD Whisperer, when I was younG

As a young boy of 7 or 8, I started one of my many careers. I became a bird whisperer. I taught our parakeet how to talk. I stood by his cage and "tamed" him down-I guess it was a him. The bird was named Pretty Boy and would sit on your shoulder all day and say stuff like, "pretty boy" or "Hello" or "Young lad, could you fetch me a cracker?" OK, that last one didn't really happen but I was working on something like it. I got my first job as a bird whisperer working with our neighbors bird. It was actually Keith Hill's grandmother Bee Hill who lived next door in Ogden. Her bird was a real bitch. It bit the hel.. out of my hand when I tried to teach it to sit on my finger. I stood by the cage for 2 days, saying, "Hello, hello." Kinda like talking into an old microphone looking for someone in outer space. I finally said to Mrs. Hill, "Either your bird is deaf or a real dumb as... but he can't be taught. I'd do everybody a favor and open the cage and let him go." She didn't seem please with my assessment but as a bird whisperer one can't be too honest.
Anyway I became a mouse autopsy doctor until my best friend Johnny Thorsensen said, "This mouse won't be going to heaven now." I thought it was kinda like taking a picture of an african native. The camera steals their soul and as we all know, "no soul, no heaven." That career lasted about a day. By this time I was 3 days older than 7 or 8.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

CONseqences OF A good deal AT shopCO


Looks like I'll need to get a parakeet.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I GOT A BONUS FROM SHOPCO TODAY


So today I got a bonus coupon from Shopco because I buy a lot of stuff there. I think about how I am going to spend it. I need to buy just the right amount of stuff to get the most "bang for my buck." I walk up and down the aisle looking at EVERYTHING! I finally settle on some parakeet food. I am so proud that I don't spend very much but I got to take a lot out the door. Is this a great country of what?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

LINDA"S Lost Little Brother.......

When we were moving back from California Linda's mother, Irene came down to help. Linda drove the car and Irene held Jamie who was very small and I drove the U-Haul truck. It was extrememly hot going into Baker, California and everyone was roasting. I was about an hour ahead of them.
Linda was getting sleepy and Irene was holding the bady and started talking about how beautiful and precious little children are and how difficult it would be to put one up for adoption. Then she bent over and put her head in her hands and said, "I know somebody who gave up a little child," Then she paused for a long time and continued, "and her name was Irene" and put her head back in her hands and just held that position. Oh, my gosh! Linda started to cry thinking she had a little brother somewhere in the world that had been given up and this was a true confession.

The longest time went by until Irene raised her head and said, "I can't remember her last name though. I think it was Bells or Bills or something." Well, needless to say Linda was going to bonk her for making her think she had a brother but it was so hot Irene just was thinking of the lady's name and Linda was wide awake.


When We got home and settled, Linda told the story to her sister, Nancy, the same way it was told her by Irene and Nancy started to cry. It was so dang funny. We still laugh at this great family story.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Funny Frazes... add some of your own.

I think this is a funny comeback.... What are ya doin?

Just trying not to gas up.

Just looking for a safe place to have a seizure.

Just looking for a safe place to land.

Just lookin' for the "man."

Tryin' to "stick-it to whitie."

Tryin' to stay "light on my feet."

Tryin' to look pretty.

Give me some of your favorite or creative ones.