From the ol' bulletin board.

Last year as I was reading our local paper, I found this report:

On February 4 at 7:45 a.m. on the blahblahblah block of blahblahblah, a male teen, upset that he could not locate his nail clippers, was confronted by his father due to his behavior. The incident escalated to the point where the teen threw the nail clippers at his father, striking him in the face. The teen was forced outside where he kicked the door and broke a potted plant. The teen was booked into the Youth Center for investigation of Assault, 4th degree, Domestic Violence; and Malicious Mischief 3rd degree.

It's been on my bulletin board ever since because I think it is hysterical! Does anyone else think so? Anyone? Anyone?

a guest post from bracie...

And now, the moment you haven't really been waiting for but will still enjoy...
A GUEST POST FROM BRACIE!!!


HEELLLLOOOOO!



Will ya'll PLEASE comment. If not for Ophelia, do it for me (I'm looking at you with bambi eyes, right now). PLEASE! Libby, your wonderful commenting efforts have been seen and appreciated (I polish her halo).

Brother Giles just told me I should put a picture on this post, because nobody ever looks at blog posts unless they have pictures. So here are a couple for all you wonderful blog readers--

This is Oliver North.

Here is his lovely and heroic secretary, Fawn Hall. She shredded some important documents at the order of her boss during the Iranscam(aka Cuban Missile Crisis...wait wait wait...not Cuban Missisle Crisis. [Grace feels sheepish and brushes up on her current US History.] ...Iran Contra afffair.)

And these are some random pictures of Disney's Tarzan as a wee babe, with his parents.

I feel so exposed.

I just opened up, for the whole world web web to see, the entire contents of my-gasp!- computar folder labeled "Grace's pictures." My secret life as a computar nerd (not to mention US History geek) is now no longer underground.

Please COMMENT and tell me that my exposure was worthwhile.

Bracie

Aunt Olga and Uncle Boris

A Tribute to Uncle Boris and Aunt Olga:

We all love learning about our heritage, and yesterday, I discovered the existence of my Aunt Olga and Uncle Boris, who lived almost 100 years ago. I'll never know what happened to them; they disappeared when Boris was 11 and Olga 9, after leaving a note saying that they were running away to join the circus. We only have one photograph, in which Boris stands tall in his sailor suit at the side of his sister, who is clutching a hoop. They are both serious and earnest for children. It nearly brings me to tears to think about their unknown fate.

Isn't that fascinating?

Isn't it wonderful that my family has such a unique history?

There's only one problem; it isn't true. The kids in the picture are Czar Nicholas and his little sister. I don't really have an Uncle Boris or an Aunt Olga. I don't even have a drop of Russian heritage. *sniff* I wish. What happened was, my dad's Cousin Will sent me a letter, asking me to go to youtube and look up Yehudi Menuhin Plays Brahms Hungarian Dance no. 5, (which really is impressive,) while reading the story he wrote about our Dear Uncle Boris and Sweet Aunt Olga. Cousin Will is a wonderful story teller.