Saturday, May 30, 2009

It tears me up

Mom is trying to clean out the cupboard in the Kitchen. Dad was on a health kick and had lost a lot of weight before he died and had done all the recent Grocery Shopping. Mom found 7 of everything Dad liked stacked in the cupboard and it is hard on her cleaning up and organizing it. I just got off of the phone with her and it's very sad.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Wednesday Evening they honored by Father


My Mom attended a dinner where they Honored my Father on Wednesday evening. She said it was a nice event, but a little sad. The people that work with my Mom at the Chamber of Commerce suprised her and dedicated this year's Rabbit Fest to my Dad also. They printed "In Memory of Jerry A. Smith" across the bottom of the back of the Rabbit Fest tee shirt.
(the picture is of Mom and Dad walking on the beach ahead of me at Cayo Costa in Florida)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I'm on a Frankie kick...


In college there wasn't many groups cooler than FRANKIE GOES TO HOLLYWOOD...


The world is my oyster...


The animals are winding me up...


Shooting stars never stop even when they reach the top...






Make LOVE your goal...

I'll protect you from the hooded claw...

Keep the vampires from your door...






(in my heart I'm always dancing)

Here is a picture of the flowers I put on my Father's grave in TX...


it's been like 10 years...

...since I have received a speeding ticket. The last two happened a year apart at about 3am driving back from the same Toy Works Inventory on the same road in the same speed trap. There is a small township on Manchester Road that lowers the speed limit on the road so they can give me a ticket in the middle of the night when I'm half asleep and defenseless...

Tif and I were zipping down the Interstate in Tarrant County TX (Tiffany's birthplace no less) and I got a speeding ticket. 75 in a 60. I usually set my cruise control at 9 miles over the speed limit and go. I forgot to reset my cruise control and rolled thru a lower speed limit stretch of road. I wasn't paying attention and now I have to pay the price (literally)!


"CAUSE TRAMPS LIKE US, BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baxG0d1glJo&feature=related

David<~~~~~~~~~singing!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Easy as Pie. No problemo...


Years ago I was the District Manager for KB Toys and my first District covered Nebraska, part of Iowa and part of S. Dakota. So you kinda have a pattern you fall into doing your visits of your stores. You know what you can get done in one day. So I figure I can pop over to Des Moines, visit some stores and then leave early and get back to Omaha in time to see some TV show I was following at the time. Easy as pie. No problemo. I have 'Search Images' that run in my head and I pay attention. I look for certain things that I like or think are important. Example = turtles on the road. I stop and move them to safety. Birds of prey sitting on power lines, I always notice them and then look for the next one when the first one's territory ends. So...I'm heading home, roaring down the Interstate, singing along with the radio when I see it. I rush right past it in my Company Van and I think to myself, no that can't be right. But I don't really second guess myself, I saw what I saw. I pull over, put the car into reverse and back down the shoulder to the spot. I get out and sure enough. There is a piglet standing on the edge of the paved shoulder, half in the weeds and half on the asphalt. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. I walk back to my Van. I'm a big ol' Boy Scout at heart, "Be Prepared" was our motto and I'm still pretty anal retentive. So I have an old red plaid blanket and some other 'roadside' emergency items stuffed in a book bag in the Van. I think I'll throw the blanket over the piglet and catch it. Easy as pie. No problemo. Can't have a piglet getting hit on the Interstate if I can do something about it, the Farmer will want his piglet back. So I head back to the spot and HELLO, a State Patrol Car! A State Trooper has stopped to see what I'm doing on the side of the Interstate. HA-funny situation. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. I explain to the Trooper the whole piglet/blanket story and I promise that I will NOT chase the piglet out onto the Interstate, if Porky chooses to hoof it into the fast lane then he IS bacon. I will not risk my life to save a pig. The Trooper gets on his radio and I turn back to the piglet to discover that Porky has decided that discretion is the better part of valor. The piglet had fled further down the embankment into the weeds away from the Interstate. I can't even see him the weeds are so tall, but I can tell he's there. He can't push himself through the weeds any further but he's easy to spot because he's making the tall grass quiver. All I have to do it throw the blanket over him. Easy as pie. No problemo. I have one shot at this, I don't want the piglet to get away and maybe get run over on the Interstate. Wade thru weeds. Breath deep. Throw blanket. Pig squeals. Pounce on piglet. Crotch of pants rips. I catch the pig. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. Pigs wiggle a lot and make a lot of noise. I truss the pig up tight in the blanket, wrap him up with NO chance to get away. Cool, now I can give the piglet to the Trooper and he can get Porky back to his rightful owner. Easy as Pie. No problemo. Proudly and feeling a slight breeze I haul my prize back up to the Interstate. Lo and behold, no State Patrol Car, no State Trooper. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. OK re-access situation. I can still find someone to tell me who owns the piglet, turn over the pig and then make it back home in time to see my TV show. Easy as Pie. No problemo. Haul the piglet back to my Company Van, now what to do with the pig? I don't want him to go running all over my Van while I'm driving. Hmmm? Then I notice the stuff I have dumped onto the floorboard of my Van. Happily I stuff the blanket wrapped piglet into the book bag. He barely fits, blanket and everything, but he will NOT be getting out of this book bag. I prop him up against the passenger seat on the floorboard of my Company Van and I hop behind the steering wheel. I take some time to check the damage to my work pants, they are a goner. The whole crotch is ripped out zipper to back pockets. More like a long legged loin cloth at this point. I stare at the pig in a blanket...Me Tarzan, you Porky. So I merge back onto the Interstate and think I'll stop at the first exit and find a local and figure out which Farmer this piglet belongs to. The next exit is just up the road. Turn signal. Gas Station. Cool, things are looking up. I'm NOT going to be getting out of the car in my condition. I pull underneath the overhang of the Gas Station and honk at the girl behind the registers. She waves back at me. I honk again. She waves and smiles some more, really friendly girl. I motion for her to come out to the car, she's perplexed but she comes on out anyway. I explain the whole piglet/blanket/split crotch/State Trooper story and ask her if she knows anyone around here that might be missing a pig. She laughs, looks at the pig sleeping in the book bag and tells me that there was an accident involving a Telephone Pole earlier and all the phone lines are down. She can't call anyone for me. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. She happily points out a house about a mile further down the road that might be able to help me. Not much else around on this exit of the Interstate. I thank her and head out to that house. I pull into the driveway and there is the house and to the left of it a large barn/outbuilding. I can hear a lawn mower so I know someone is home. I honk my horn. Nothing. I honk my horn. Nothing. I see an older lady riding a lawn mower pass from behind the house towards the back of the barn/outbuilding, right to left. I honk my horn and wave my arms at her. She's kinda far away. She sees me and ignores me. She disappears behind the barn/outbuilding. After a bit the lady comes back the other way on her riding lawn mower moving from left to right. I honk my horn and wave my arms at her. She sees me and ignores me. She disappears behind the house. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV Show. I am NOT going to abandon this piglet, and I'm NOT taking Porky back with me to Omaha. I doubt he likes watching TV anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. I'm going to drive further down the road and find someone who might want this piglet. Easy as pie. No problemo. Back out of driveway. Turn down the road away from the Interstate. Should be another house soon. Five minutes no house. Not worried. Ten minutes no house. I think I've gone about 5 miles. Fifteen minutes no house. I'm pretty far from the Interstate. Twenty minutes no house. I think I'm going to be late to see my TV show. Twenty five minutes no house. Porky is still sleeping in the book bag. Thirty minutes no house. I'm about to give into despair. Thirty five minutes EUREKA! There is a mobile home on cinder blocks with a nice horse barn just a bit further down the road. I cross my fingers. I pull into the yard and honk my horn. An older man and his wife come out onto the little metal store bought front steps from inside their mobile home. I wave at them and they come on over to the van. They are in their late 70's or so and look to be just barely getting by. He's wearing glasses taped on the side, three days worth of beard growth, a wife beater undershirt, old blue jeans and a Dekalb Corn baseball cap. She's overweight and wearing a shift dress and men's tennis shoes and squints at me like she's supposed to be wearing glasses. I understand these people. I introduce myself and he introduces himself and his wife. I am embarrassed to tell you I cannot remember their names. I explain the whole piglet/blanket/split crotch/State Trooper/Gas Station/Lady riding lawn mower story to them and he just looks at me. He goes around to the passenger side of the Van and looks at the pig and then comes back around. Hand me your pants he tells me and his wife will fix them for me. I take off my pants, dump out everything in my pockets and hand them to him. I don't have much to lose in that department, dignity left about three stops ago. He hands the pants to his wife and without saying a word she disappears into the mobile home. He tells me about his son in the Army and we talk about the Military. He tells me about his Championship Horses and how much money he gets in stud fees. Not 5 minutes later his wife comes back out with my pants. You cannot tell anything bad ever happened to them. I put them on and get out of the Van. I thank the wife and she smiles a toothless grin at me. I ask him if he knows anyone who had lost a piglet. He doesn't. I ask him if he wants a piglet. He informs me that just last year they did have pigs on the place and they still have all the things that you need to take care of a piglet. He wants to pay me for the pig. I tell him no thanks but I would be grateful for him to take the pig off my hands for me. He says OK and we take the piglet out to the horse barn. He sets the piglet up in an old pig stall and all the barn cats come and smell the new addition to their home. They look like a wagon wheel with the piglet standing stock still in the center and about 11 cats with their noses on the piglet radiating out like spokes. Good-bye Porky. I thank the man again and he invites me to have dinner with them. They are having pork chops. I imagine they are probably the best pork chops I will ever eat, but I tell him no thank you. I have to get back to Omaha. He wants me to stop back by the next time I'm driving back from Des Moines and check in on the pig. Really nice people. I drive away, and I think I will still be able to catch my TV show. Easy as pie. No problemo...and I did!
David<~~~~~~~story teller (and it's all true)!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Going to see Mama-San this weekend...


Tif and I pack up on Wednesday evening and after work Thursday we hightail it down to Joplin to sleep in a strange bed on our way to Texas. Then on Friday we cross the border into the Free State of Texas and spend Memorial Day with my Mom. My cousin Angie and her family (they live in Dallas) will also be there. My Father's tombstone has been set in place so I will have pictures of the Veteran's Cementary to put on Webshots and my Journal. Snooky gets to go too...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Just another Monday Night!


Sitting here with the D O G watching Cable waiting for Tif to get off from work, tonight we're eating Spaghetti!




Thursday, May 14, 2009

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Lightning is lighting up the night time sky!

And Thunder is rolling across St. Louis...


David<~~~just got off of work

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I had a nightmare last night...


Last night I dreamed that my Mother told me that I was adopted and my Dad wasn't my Father. Not so hard to Psycho Analyze. Even if that were true it wouldn't slow me down for even a second (Pap-pa wasn't my Grandfather by blood, but he was MY Grandfather none the less). I'm afraid of losing my connection to my Dad. Jerry Austin Smith, David Austin Smith. It comes out of your sub-conscious, you can run but you can't hide...


I'm still David...



(but just barely)





















































::sigh::

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Danke Schoen


Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for all the joy and pain.
Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.


Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for walks down lovers lane.
I can see, hearts carved on a tree, letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.


Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for funny cards from Spain.
I recall, Central Park in fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess, that's not all.


Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for seeing me again.
Though we go, on our seperate ways, still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.


Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen.
David<~~~~~really Abe Froman (the Sausage King of Chicago)
You still here? It's over, get going ::makes a dismissive hand gesture::

Monday, May 4, 2009

Let me tell you about my Dad


When my brother and I were kids one of the places we lived was in Kansas. One summer Dad, Mark and I traveled to Sedalia MO. to go to the Missouri State Fair with my Uncle Mitchell. We spent the day wandering around looking at exhibits, eating Fair Food and having fun. At one point we wandered into a large crowd listening to a pitchman for Ginsu Knives. Dad, Uncle Mitchell, Mark and I are standing there hooting and cutting up listening to this guy sell knives. It was a family joke, David: "What would you pay for all this?" Mark: "Don't answer" David: "We'll throw in this free juicer, now how much would you pay? Mark: "Don't answer..." Really funny to see this in person rather than just on the TV. So we goof on the guy for about 10 minutes then wander off. Uncle Mitchell, Mark and I are looking at really big pigs and prize jars of pickles when we realize that we can't find Dad. We start a grid search and retrace all of our steps since we left the crowd watching the Pitchman. We look here, we look there, no sign of Dad. Finally the crowd around the Pitchman starts breaking up and there is Dad at the front of the crowd. We are like, "Dad where were you?" He holds up his new purchase...you guessed it. The Smith family is now the proud owner of a Ginsu Knife. Mark and I about fell down. The funny thing is that it was a really good knife and we had it in our kitchen drawer for years and years...
How much would you pay? Don't answer...

Friday, May 1, 2009