June 11, 2004

  • Good morning.


    I umm got eggs.


    Remember a month ago when I was soooooo excited that a neighbour dropped by eggs when we were broke?


    Welllllll I don't need to worry about eggs now.  *sniggers madly*


    At Costco yesterday we bought 5 dozen eggs, already having 2 in our fridge.   This will last us *about* 2.5 weeks.


    Last night a neighbour dropped by 5 dozen more.  Anybody need eggs?????


    Now the truely humerous thing about these eggs is I have NO clue who gave them to me.


    Okay thats not entirely true.  I know their neighbours.  I know they knew me when I was a little girl.  I know that he cooked at camp when I was in Jr. High in High school.  He told me all of this...but never once mentioned his name.


    Cackles madly.


    Now in the city this might make people nervous.  Around here, its just typical.


    My father lived on the same property for 40 years.   I lived on that land until I was 13.   We moved all of 30 miles away when we moved. 


    The area has grown, but not that much.  ROFL.   Lots of people remember me....


    I just smile, be friendly, and then call my mom to find out their name.


    So last night I called my mom....and she didn't remember his name either.  Oh she remembers him.   And his family, and that he had a daughter that died, but no names.


    Typical.


    I was very precocious when I was little.  Blonde curls, blue eyes, and a flirt.   I left an impression apparently.  My father is a redhead, out spoken, and gregarious.  He makes an impression everywhere he goes.


    Ya kinda have to when you give the vp of a bank a piggy back ride around the bank.    Ironically this bank manager has loaned him money more times then I can care to count, and counts my dad as one of his closest friends. 


    Or squirt every single cop on the parade route with a machine gun squirt gun.


    Or cut danger trees down for half the neighbourhood without ever charging.


    Or bring firewood to those who didn't plan well in the middle of a snow storm.


    Or have the loudest singing voice bar none.  This is so not an exaggeration.  I once went to a high school youth convention of 1,000 kids/adults.     My dad's voice could be heard over top of every ones.


    Everyone in the audience tried to find the voice.  *sniggers*


    Anyhow we're known.  


    And we've got eggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggs.


    I'll give a bunch to my mom, my dad loves farm fresh eggs, and as they don't raise them anymore its a special treat to get them. 


    Okies gotta do the second half of my shopping.  Have a lovely weekend.

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