When I got back from Europe I was so tired and out of it and I went for some apple sauce in the fridge.

I was explaining to Susan what I was wanting to eat and I said I want some mashed apples. Here's what I said... "I want some of those apples, what do you call them.??? Those mashed apples."

She laughed so much at it and I will never be able to eat them again with out hearing about the mashed apples.

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I don't know if you remember this or not Kev, but I never got to thank you for this and what better a time than now?
My father passed away and my mom didn't want me to go to the funeral home again... I wasn't handling it well. I don't remember exactly how it ended up, but my pal Kevin came over to my house instead of me having to go to the 3rd viewing. We had a great time. We played hide and seek, whoever was watching us made grilled cheese, and I taught Kevin how to roll up in a blanket like a cacoon, so we could see who could walk farther all bundled up. I'm pretty sure he won.
Anyway, it was just a good day in the midst of several very bad, and having a friend around to distract me for just that short time was very comforting and calming. Dispite all those silly people we become later in life I never did forget this random act of kindness. Thanks buuuddy!

When my younger brother Sean was a little kid he always likedto catch things outside. He was really big into catching bugs and turtles and frogs. Well I remember when he caught this huge bull frog back in the swamp behind the house about as big around as a basketball. To this day it is the biggest frog that I've seen. Well he holding the frog with two hands and showing it off to everyone "look what I caught!" Well all of a sudden the frog started to pee all over Sean's hands. "eeewwwww". I think that's when he let the frog go back to the swamp.

My mom hates Spiders so she will always freak out and scream when they are in the house. "Micheal!" you hear getting screamed from another part of the house. We would all come running to find a nasty Spider crawling on wall ( simliar to the page of this site).

So what my father would do is get a kleenex and rip it in half. He would take the half with the Spider in it and through the half away. Then he would chase my mom around the house with the other (clean) half of the kleenex and she would yell and scream and about the point that she was getting really mad he would blow his nose in the kleenex and throw it away. I remember this happening so many times growing up that I cans till hear my moms voice saying "Micheal you're soooogroooosss!!!"

A long time ago, before I could be left alone, David was always was hired to babysit us. We always had fun doing pretty much anything. One of the most fun things we ever did involved a plastic car in which us little kids could fit into.

We would get in and David would push us all around the yard or drive-way. It was great fun. We would be out there all day until my parents got home. 

Those same plastic cars still are here. The neighbors have two little kids that come over and will play in them. It reminds me of these old days, expecialy when I push them around in those little plastic cars.

Not too long ago I tried to fit into one of those cars. I failed and it was sort of hard to get out, but fun non the less.