Throwback Thursday

I haven’t done this in awhile…. Throwback from waaay back! This is my Dad on the left, his brother (my uncle) on the right. Dad was born in 1937. His brother was a little older, but I don’t recall the year he was born. Dad is 81 years old this year. Sadly, my uncle passed away about 2 years ago.

I cherish every day Dad is with me. He’s my comic relief! I think I would go mad if it weren’t for him. I love him to pieces, forever and always. Ok, now I’m getting sentimental and teary-eyed. I’ll just leave this right here…..


No More Monkeys Jumping On The Bed

Once when my sisters and I were young, my youngest sister, who was probably around 5 years old, was jumping on the furniture. She knew better. Mom and Dad were always telling us to “stop jumping on the furniture!” Youngest sister was a brat and a half and did it anyway. She fell and knocked her head on the coffee table. Then she ran like a bat out of hell because she knew she was in big trouble! Everyone was chasing her, trying to catch her because she had blood spewing out of her head!! So, to the hospital she went. I don’t recall how many stitches she ended up with, but to my knowledge, she never jumped on the furniture again! In fact, I don’t think any of us ever jumped on the furniture again!

Goes to show you, kids don’t always do as they’re told. They have to learn on their own. As parents, we just have to pray they don’t kill themselves while learning their life lessons.


Throwback Thursday

As I mentioned before, I have been going through old papers and such, and I keep finding memories; sometimes the memories are difficult but sometimes they’re much treasured! This is a little treasure that my sister, aka Pookie, sent me several years ago. The photo is of the two of us when we were kids. I’m the oldest. I don’t think our youngest sister was born yet. We were buds back then and we’re still great friends today!





….is why I love Facebook.


                                          Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie


Why do I love Facebook? I love it because I can control what I see and who I connect with. (Not counting the stupid ads that show up on my feed.) I can connect or disconnect with my friends, family, and acquaintances. I love being able to see what the people I care about are up to, what’s going on in their lives. I’m disabled so that matters to me. I am unable to just pick up and go visit the people I care about. Facebook allows me the joy of keeping in touch with those people.

I love that I can see photos of my kids and grandkids. I love seeing what they are up to these days. I don’t get to see them often, and I look forward to holiday photos, school photos, and just messin’ around photos.

I love that I can share things with my friends and family. It could be something funny or a photo of Dad or me….or one of the cats.

I love that I can send positive thoughts, a cyber hug, or some type of inspiration to a friend or family member when they might be feeling down.

I love that I can send a private message (pm) to someone just to check in and say or give them emotional support.

I love the multitudes of cat pages I follow because it makes me smile to see cat photos. I love cats, in case you didn’t already know this. 😉

I love seeing funny memes and videos. Who doesn’t like to laugh? 😀

I love the links that actually lead me to articles about things I’m interested in. I sometimes learn things I may or may not have ever known.

I love when others share their home improvement projects.

I love to see nature photos, especially now when Spring is….springing.

I love that Facebook allows small businesses to connect with people (customers) and that mattered to me when I had my own home business. It was a great outlet and I love seeing other home businesses bloom and expand.

So, you see….there are many reasons to love Facebook but if you don’t, that’s your prerogative. Most of us have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I suppose I do, too. The positive outweighs the negative, most of the time. I won’t lie, though. Many times, I just have to step away for a day or so and de-stress. Sometimes I have to clean out my “Facebook closet” because it makes things much simpler. 😉


Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

My grandfather’s sister was married to a man named Leroy Brown. He was a firefighter in his day; a true hero. I’m not sure what the truth is but we were told that due to the excessive smoke inhalation of being a firefighter, he had severe damage to his throat and had a tracheostomy as a result. I’m sure the equipment firefighters used back then were next to useless by today’s standards. This must have been in the 70’s because I was around 10 or 11 years old. I recall a very disturbing view of Leroy Brown smoking a cigarette once through the opening in his throat. *Shivers* I’m pretty sure smoking had something to do with his medical need for the trach in the first place! He probably had throat cancer, but my sisters and I were sheltered from that type of information.

Leroy Brown was a formidable man of large stature. He was in his 60’s at that time, and he carried himself with confidence and arrogance. Due to the trach, his voice was rough and scratchy. He was a direct and to the point type of man. No one messed with Leroy Brown! One time, back when my Grandfather owned a bar, my Grandfather got into an altercation with some drunken idiot over a woman. Well, Leroy Brown, who was the official “unofficial bouncer” pulled a gun on him. That guy ran out of there and never came back. The woman involved, got in Leroy Brown’s face and what do you think he did? He punched her right in the face. Done. No one messed with Leroy Brown or they suffered the consequences. No doubt about that!

Well, my sisters were scared of Leroy Brown. They were about the ages of 5 and 3 at the time. They were just little kids and the sound of Leroy’s voice through that gaping hole in his throat was scary as hell to them! Not to mention, they thought he was THE Leroy Brown from the song by Jim Croce! The song tells what seems to be a good description of our Leroy Brown except I don’t recall that he ever got his ass whooped like in the song.

I heard that song the other day on the radio and it reminded me of our Leroy Brown. I’m not sure when he died, but I hope he had a good life. I would like to have known him as an adult. I think he would have been a very interesting man with some great stories to tell!

Here’s a video of the song and the lyrics are below the video. Enjoy!

Bad Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce

Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand ’bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover”
All the men just call him “Sir”
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody’s nose
He got a custom Continental
He got an Eldorado too
He got a thirty two gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Friday ’bout a week ago
Leroy shootin’ dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris
And oo that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown learned a lesson
‘Bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Well the two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them off the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Songwriter: James Croce
Bad Bad Leroy Brown lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC