So, remind me. Did it taste like a milkshake? From the description, it sounds like a superordinary, not-discontinued-but-still-tasty-and-available Milky Way bar.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Somewhat dearly departed: MilkShake candy bars
So, remind me. Did it taste like a milkshake? From the description, it sounds like a superordinary, not-discontinued-but-still-tasty-and-available Milky Way bar.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Shooby doo lang lang
I woke up this morning with a memory of my mom singing The Carpenters. Yes, The Carpenters, that treacly, smiley duo who gave us the immortal (and by immortal I mean really, really awful) "Calling Occupants from Interplanetary Craft."
I don't remember my mom singing that, but she did use to sing "Yesterday Once More." Some of my happiest car memories are of my super-cute, frosted-haired, mini-skirted mom singing to me in her little red 1968 Mustang. (The little red Mustang looked like this, for you car geeks.)
We played radio station KUUU 1590 AM Seattle as we tooled around in the 'Stang. The station has changed call letters several times over the years, and tragically, it's now a conservative talk station. But back then, it played stuff like The Carpenters. And like a cheesy family movie, we sang along. At least, Mom and I sang. I'm pretty sure Dad, being tone-deaf and rhythm-deficient, didn't sing, and my brother was just a baby in his (probably useless) car seat, waving his arms and smiling.
I'll now destroy any musical credibility I've had with you, my dear readers: I like The Carpenters. Karen's voice shimmered--don't tell me she couldn't sing. And she was a fellow LBHG, too. Give a listen and offer Karen's spirit some love.
I don't remember my mom singing that, but she did use to sing "Yesterday Once More." Some of my happiest car memories are of my super-cute, frosted-haired, mini-skirted mom singing to me in her little red 1968 Mustang. (The little red Mustang looked like this, for you car geeks.)
We played radio station KUUU 1590 AM Seattle as we tooled around in the 'Stang. The station has changed call letters several times over the years, and tragically, it's now a conservative talk station. But back then, it played stuff like The Carpenters. And like a cheesy family movie, we sang along. At least, Mom and I sang. I'm pretty sure Dad, being tone-deaf and rhythm-deficient, didn't sing, and my brother was just a baby in his (probably useless) car seat, waving his arms and smiling.
I'll now destroy any musical credibility I've had with you, my dear readers: I like The Carpenters. Karen's voice shimmered--don't tell me she couldn't sing. And she was a fellow LBHG, too. Give a listen and offer Karen's spirit some love.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
*Beep* turn the page
Forgive me for the delay in posting. The LBHG has not-little injuries to both her Achilles tendons and is slowly rehabbing them so she can walk again.
Once upon 1974, a little brown-haired girl was playing storybook 45 rpm records on her orange Fisher-Price record player. *beep*
A beeping sound indicated when she should turn the page. *beep*
And she had many joyous times listening and reading and listening for the *beep*.
And she saw that this storybook record sells for $125, which made her happy. *beep*
And so she lived happily ever after until her Achilles made her cry. *beep*
Once upon 1974, a little brown-haired girl was playing storybook 45 rpm records on her orange Fisher-Price record player. *beep*
A beeping sound indicated when she should turn the page. *beep*
And she had many joyous times listening and reading and listening for the *beep*.
And she saw that this storybook record sells for $125, which made her happy. *beep*
And so she lived happily ever after until her Achilles made her cry. *beep*
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