To make up for my lameness in not updating for the past two weeks, here is some more stuff from my baby box that I managed to dig out today.
These are newspaper clippings about the time my fourth grade teacher dropped dead in the middle of class. This has the teacher’s actual name in it, so I didn’t want to put the full picture up on the front page. But if you click it will redirect you to the scan of the newspaper article.
The Day my Fourth Grade Teacher Dropped Dead… and No One Cared #1
The Day my Fourth Grade Teacher Dropped Dead… and No One Cared #2
Here is my driver’s license where you can see my birthday.
Also, I really need a haircut in that picture. Moving on, here I am at senior prom with my date.
This was taken immediately after B’s wheel chair almost rolled into the marina, at “The Oyster House” in Olympia. I may not look good in a tux, but B is totally rocking that dress. High five, B! More after the jump.
I will simply call this “Scout Fatness.” Although this was taken before I came into my full “Scout Fatness” you can still get an inkling that my kerchief is strangling the life out of me.
Fun Fact: The kid at the very bottom in the head lock is the brother of the guy I was in the special ed class with who used to play marbles with his glass eye.
And as a bonus, here is a weird thing my dad found in the walls of our house when he was renovating. No, it’s not a laudenum bottle (although there were several of those in the attic) it appears to be some kind of campaign letter.
I believe in 1908 Grays Harbor County may have been a part of Chehalis county but I do not know.
Anyway, there’s all that fun stuff. Hope you enjoy!
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April fools day huh? I think someone is playing a joke on you.
Andrew you’re such a fucking liar. Your stories are such bullshit. You’re embellishing you embellisher! Write TRUTHFUL stories! Ones that can be proven. I don’t care what those pictures and newspaper articles say. No no no. PROVE IT!
Embellisher!
^^^
angry much?
i love the stories, strictly for the entertainment value
I think Rob was trying to say he loved me in his own special way.
And thanks for reading!
BC, your stories are awesome (you hear it all the time, but this is my shout in the internet, the most generic answer of all time). Rob, you\’re not obligued to read.
Where else do you write?
Hey Diego,
I also write on the Freak Safari Forum which is linked in my side bar.
And thanks for reading!
Rob, don’t worry…the intelligent got your joke.
Ha, your dad found that in your wall? That’s frackin awesome!
Not true Letus, I also got the joke.
Sorry, I post little to nothing in comments, and I have met people born to be douchebags.
Aww you’re an organ donor!
I call kidney!
Don’t you ever wonder how someone could not be an organ donor? I can’t even wrap my mind around how fucking evil it is to want to keep your organs when you’re dead.
Uhhh what about if some hypothetical someone, no one WE know of course, has a phobia about being cut up, dead or not? This hypothetical phobia might or might not have something to do with working with circular saws all of this person’s life, but we can’t know that for sure since it’s not someone you know. Seeing an amputation on the job *might* have a weird effect, I’m just saying…
I would tell that “person” that accidents happen in construction, and that when you’re dead, you’re just meat anyway so why not let hungry people have steak?
I agree. When I die by organs are donated and the rest of me is going to science.
Except for those with the religious issues it does seem to be a greedy thing to do not to donate your organs. But I do have to say the organ donation people are creepy. Don\’t know how it is in other states but in New York if it\’s looking bad for you and there is little chance for you to live, they have to take over your case. (Unless the family says otherwise or something) And they will keep your body alive to make sure your organs are in prime shape. So they can have a good harvest. I know they\’re saving lives but it is still creepy.
A phobia is defined as an irrational fear. Emphasis on irrational.
Well, I’m not an organ donor because I lived in Europe for over the three months or year or whatever it is. The government will not let me donate blood or organs, whether or not I had a living will declaring that every last gram of my body should go to somebody else.
I’ve had people chase me down the street demanding to know why I didn’t donate blood at a blood drive. It’s always fun to tell them that, if I have a choice between keeping my blood and giving it, knowing that IF they draw it they’ll toss it anyway, I’ll keep my blood.
Sucks, too, because my family has fantastic lungs and somebody else could really benefit from them if I weren’t using ‘em anymore.
well, there’s that whole “waiting for his mom to show up to ask if she wants his eyes donated because you’re too doped up to realize that you’re his wife and can make the ultimate decision”.
His organs failed while they tried to save his life, so they were useless.
Some poor person is walking around with glass eyes because I’m an idiot.
Rob, you’re fucking brilliant. Possibly a *douchebag*, but brilliant.
I would just like to add to this “You will never ever have to face the consequences of you choosing to be an organ donor.”
You’ll be dead or a vegetable before anything is taken out of you. The only cost to you is saying “Yes, I would like to be an organ donor.”
Please, everyone do this.
And I would like to thank everyone for their comments.
My husband and parents know I want to donate my organs to anyone who needs them when I die. But it will be a cold day in hell when that goes on my license. No thanks, I want to make sure they save me when I’m in an accident, not look at me like spare parts.
Love your site by the way. Rock on.
I love your site, and I just wanted to say, I have the same birthday as you! (Though I am a year older.)
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