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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

 

estate sale tour

 

hi-way harry drive

 

kitty pron


 





























lands & peoples

 



























bug hooks

 

march drive

 

may drive

 

photo album

 





































TIW'S DAY HEATER BLOGGING

Monday, July 28, 2014

 

ebay hoard

 

estate sale tour

 
341 objects

3 antique GILT FRAMES, estate finds- $57

I’ve never been able to pass up really nice antique picture frames. Over the years, I’ve bought them from estates, auctions – you name it. All three of these came from an estate in Bartholomew County, Indiana some years ago. 

 
While you’re looking at the frames I’ve just got to tell you about a dream coming true.  The best part about it is that it was my dream. Don’t get excited. I didn’t fall into a lot of money or anything like that. I’m a simple old coot with simple dreams.

 
The nearest we have to a gourmet restaurant around here is ‘Pink’s Food & Fuel’ located out on the highway not all that far from our little dirt farm. If you’ve been following along with me on my life’s journey here on eBay, you may recall an embarrassing event that took place about eight years ago – the week Pink hired a new waitress. (I know several guys who made the trip to Pink’s just to get a look at her.)

 
I was a little younger back then, and I got it in my head that the two of us might hit it off, so I put on my best shirt, combed my hair, and headed for Pink’s – timing it so I’d arrive about a half hour before her shift ended.

 
Oh. I forgot something.  Before I put on my good shirt, I put on three of those things called “Spanks,” which, by the way, didn’t come with a warning label. At least the three pair I bought at the thrift shop didn’t.

 
Anyway, I parked right at the front door, stepped out of my truck, and all of a sudden I got real swimmy-headed and passed out cold right there in the parking lot. The next thing I knew, Pink was standing over me holding a pocketknife in his hand – the one he’d used to cut those Spanks off of me. He claims to this day that he saved my life. However, that’s not the dream that came true.

 

The waitress still works at Pink’s, and she is without doubt his best. She can make an old coot order a side of hash browns (an extra 85¢) even if said old coot doesn’t like hash browns.  Therefore, she’s made Pink a lot of money.  And, I might say, she’s put together exactly as a truck stop waitress should be. Not only that, but the years have been good to her – physically, that is.



 
I’ve been thinking about that tattoo off and on for years, less nowadays, but it still crosses my mind now and again – twice a week at most.  Actually, at my age, it’s mostly just curiosity, nothing more than that. Well . . . guess what.


 
I had to go to Big Helen’s Bar and Billiards Monday night for a meeting of our MENSA* bowling league. I pulled up, stepped out of the truck, and who was just walking out the door? Yep. Pink’s waitress.  “Hey,Babe,” she said. “I didn’t know you frequented Big Helen’s.” (I could tell she’d been there for more than just a couple drinks, so I asked her if she was okay to drive.) She said she only lived a short walk away, and she needed the air. I was late for the meeting, so I just said, “Good thinking.” 

 
She turned and walked about ten steps, and for some reason I yelled, “Hey. I still want to see that tattoo someday.”

 

Danged if she didn’t stop cold in her tracks – walked back to me and whispered, “Well, how ‘bout now?”  And with that, she turned around, hiked up her dress, and there it was – right where it had been in the wildest of my fantasies. But, that still isn’t the best part.
The best part was the tattoo itself. She must have gone to a big city to have it done. It was like a fine trompe-l'oeil painting.  The tattoo featured three beautifully arranged slices of crisp bacon, hot off the griddle. It was so lifelike, I knew if I got close enough I’d hear the sizzle. I involuntarily reached out to touch it, but I was too slow. “No touching,” she said. “Only my boyfriend gets to do that.” Down went the skirt, and whoosh, she was gone – leaving me there in a state of shock, standing in the gravel of Big Helen’s parking lot, leaning against my truck due to a sudden onset of weakness in my knees.

 
My first redneck thought was, I couldn’t wait to tell the boys about the tattoo, but then I realized a true gentleman such as myself would never do something like that – and I won’t, but I’ll tell you this: I’ll never forget it.

 

arne in wi

 


FRIDAY ART BLOGGING

 

april drive

 

arne on the la plata

ooh.

 

arne in wi

 

amped car

 




















ebay object

 

estate sale tour

 

hi-way harry drive

 

kitty pron

 





























lands & peoples

 

awesome decoy

never seen a white + red fish.

 

march drive

 

may drive

 























photo album

 





































MOON'S DAY MAP BLOGGING

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

 

fabulous animal

 

cleaning

old yard. milk weed expunged sadly.

 

art stairs

 

old photo

 

estate sale tour

 

ebay objects 






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