Dregs

Just a little bit of this-and-that, tidying up loose ends, gathering up flotsam and jetsam and filling in some of the missing pieces you've been, well, missing from previous blog posts:

This is the picture that I should have included in yesterday's post about childhood Sunday School memories.  Here my older sister, younger brother and I are dressed in our Easter Sunday best and on our way to God's house.

I'm the cute one with the really bad haircut.

We have another brother, the youngest in the family, but he doesn't show up in a lot of the pictures.  He's also the one who never had a birthday party, never got piano lessons, and didn't get braces.  Each year the kindergarten teacher in our elementary school made silhouette cutouts of her students to give as gifts for their mothers.  My mother has silhouettes of each of the three of us in this picture.  The year our youngest brother started kindergarten, she stopped making them.

It's safe to say he's got a little bit of baggage.  But he's okay.  It's not like we kept him out back in the shed feeding him mustard and biscuits or anything.  Mmm hmm...

Since I was scanning pictures anyway, I decided to post this one of my dad and his brother marching together in the Memorial Day parade in their hometown of Tidioute, PA.  (Yes, it's a real place in the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania and, yes, preteen boys do snicker when they say that name out loud.)

This picture should have been posted along with item #327 on my Gratitude List in this post.

Other random items of business:

I have now enabled the comment do-wa-diddy-thing so that any and all persons named Anonymous can leave messages in my little corner of blog reality, without having to have any sort of account and password thing.  Feel free to identify yourself in anonymous comments though, as in:

Hi!  It's me, crazy old Leroy who used to chase you home from grade school and throw worms in your hair, commenting on your blog.

And, yes, there really was a boy named Leroy who used to do this.  I assume he was crazy because who in his right mind would throw worms at a skinny, defenseless, stringy-haired girl on her way home from school?

Also, I should mention that I've lost complete control over the format of my text fonts.  I used to import them from Word and they would show up in nice, neat, consistent type print with spaces between the lines.  Now when I copy and paste, I have no idea what kind of font I'm going to get, nor whether it will remain consistent throughout my post.

And, I no longer get updates in my sidebar from one of my favorite blogs.  Now, I just changed web browsers, and the above-mentioned blog just went through a re-design so these two things may just be technical difficulties.  Or maybe there really is a ghost in my machine, in which case:

As a duly-designated representative of the blogosphere, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin, or to the next convenient parallel dimension.

That should do it, I think.  And, yes, I am scattering movie references throughout this post, solely for the benefit of Jodi @ Curious Acorn.  But feel free to play along and look for them yourself, if you like.

And this is my last completely disjointed comment about a previous post:

I came home from Bible study to find my pumpkin tower looking like this, testament to the sticking power of Plumber's Goop, I should think.

It occurred to me that, if Veggie Tales ever wanted to make a cartoon movie version of Dagon, the god of the Philistines, falling on its face before the Ark of the Covenant, it might look something like this.

I told you I was well-schooled in Bible stories.

In any case, if any of you reading this are close personal friends with the good folks at Big Ideas and want to pass along my picture as a movie suggestion, have their people get in touch with my people so they can give me appropriate credit.

Especially since, by the time I finished writing this post, Dagon the pumpkin tower looked like this:

I also have an idea for a Veggie Tale version of the boys taunting the prophet Elisha about his bald head and having some rather unpleasant business with a bear.  But I think I should save that idea for another post.