Last week, I met this squirrel.  Her name was Skip.  Skippy the Squirrel, we all call her. Just for the fun of it.  Then we all laugh and laugh.  At any rate, Skip’s a good ol’ gal.  Bushy tailed.  Bright eyed.  You know the type.

But the downside about her, is this:  She can’t keep track of her nuts.  We’ll all holler at her (again, just for fun…)  “Hey Skip!  Show us your nuts!”  She puts her little paws up near her head, and sticks out a little furry finger, twirling it around in circles, tongue hanging out to one side,  bobbing that head back and forth.  “Not nuts like THAT, Skippy.  Your other nuts!!!”

And then we all laugh and hold our bellies…. It just doesn’t get any better than that I’ll tell you.

e-i-e-i-o….. everything always comes back to Ohio.

In the 1917 book Tommy’s Tunes, a collection of World War I era songs by F. T. Nettleingham, the song “Ohio (Old Macdougal Had a Farm)” has quite similar lyrics–though with a slightly different farmer’s name and refrain:

Old Macdougal had a farm in Ohio-i-o,
And on that farm he had some dogs in Ohio-i-o,
With a bow-wow here, and a bow-wow there,
Here a bow, there a wow, everywhere a bow-wow.

(This is a do over. Mulligan. Whatever.)

Truth be told, I think spiders are pretty cool little creatures.  They spin the darnedest webs, I’ll tell you.  But the little boogs like to bite the bejeebers out of me.  Every chance they get. One of these days, I swear, I am going to bite one back.

Itsy-bitsy my butt.

If the bridge over troubled waters is troubled, then my friend, you have troubles.

Water or no.

Simon says...

Isn’t it funny how certain things spark memories of your childhood?  I read earlier that today is Lizzie Borden’s birthday.  Now there’s one for you.  She was born in 1860.  Died when she was 66 years old.  Spooky number that 66.  She is an American woman who is the alleged murderer of her father and stepmother.  So what childhood memory do I have of THIS?  I remember watching “The Legend of Lizzie Borden” on TV with Terri Stritenberger.  Terri was one of my best friends ever growing up.  The move scared the be-stinkers out of us.  Elizabeth Montgomery played Lizzie.  Creepy.  Not like charming Bewitched at all!    I think Terri and I were about 11 years old… maybe.  We stayed up all night long in a petrified state of apprehension and strain.

There was a scene when Lizzie is in the basement and she is washing off her ax.  I think she had a lantern with her, but I know there was some kind of horrible and sinister light.

Well, I gotta’ go to bed now.  Night all.

I met Alice over the weekend.  Glorious dog.

She really doesn’t know a stranger…….  and some are stranger than others.

No matter.  I am very happy to have met beautiful Alice!

“Talk to the butt.”  (My cat’s favorite line from a movie.  She uses it all the time.  It is her mantra.)

On July 16, 1918, Russia’s Czar Nicholas II, his wife and their five children were executed by the Bolsheviks.

Some say they have been reincarnated and are living in the United States, today.

Nicholas, wife Alexandra, four daughters Olga, Tantiana, Maria, Anastasia, and son Alexei... where are they now?

They are everywhere.

Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a …..