Friday, July 25, 2008

Give Me That Taffy...or Die!

Yesterday was Pioneer Day in Utah. Craig and I donned our bonnets and pulled the wheelbarrow around the backyard. But after about 2 minutes it got too hot so we went back inside and ate cheese.

Luckily those pioneers did their thing before this whole global warming business. It is far too hot now for plain crossing.

We did watch a bit of the big parade on TV. It reminded me of the good old days when they used to throw candy from the floats. The scantily-dressed pageant queen would reach into her bag and throw a large handful of salt water taffy at the crowd of desperate children, hitting them in the eyes and backs of heads. Then the snatching and grabbing would begin. Even the piece plucked from the slimy brownish gutter water was a prize. Then the children started getting squished by floats and stepped on by horses and the candy throwing was banned. Sad how just a few unobservant children can ruin the fun for everyone.

Of course last night the neighbors had another Fireworks Spectacular. They do love their gunpowder.

Tonight we go see Iron Man with Mike and Julie. Hopefully it is much better than the Not So Incredible Hulk.

That is all for now. Happy day after Pioneer Day.

3 comments:

CHIKI said...

Hello,

On 25 July also is party in Spain. Sorry if the question is stupid. You are Mormon. Would you allow your religion to be gay? I know some mormon in Spain but I think it can not be gay by his religion -

It is just curiosity.

a kiss from Madrid, Spain

davey said...

Jorge,

Good question. Thanks for asking it.

Please see my entry "Mormon and Gay?" for the answer.

Unknown said...

My neighbor came over to my house and yelled at me over my dog!

I have a dog that I can't keep in my yard. I have tried everything and she always finds a way out. Anyway, this lady comes to my home, knocks on my door and when i open the door she points her finger at me and yells obscenities at me. Apparently my dog was in HER neighbors garbage and then pooped on HER NEIGHBORS LAWN! Why didn't she come and talk to me like a civil human being? Why was she a vicious monster attacking me at my door? I calmly went over to HER NEIGHBORS house where the garbage was and picked up every piece, and the dog poop. I agree that I have that responsibility to clean up after my dog. The one thing I don't agree upon is someone coming to my house and screaming in my face about something I didn't know about. Is anyone out there been blessed with a psyco-neighbor?
I don't think anyone remembers the golden rule...Do unto others as you would want done unto you!
I sent them a lovely card from this site I found...www.URAJerk.com