Raw Hide

During a trip back home, you never know what kind of stories will pop up. Today, my family and I were talking about spankings when I recalled my only memory of a belt spanking. My brother Doug and I were into it, can't recall why, and I called him a bastard. Oh, the horror! Such a strong word. Well, my dad was non too happy about this absurd word. And I remember my dad taking off his belt and me running like the wind. I should have run for the door. Dad would never have caught me. Instead, I was cornered in a bedroom. I learned a lot from that experience. I learned that if I was ever going to call my brother a name, I was going to do it when dad was not around!

Pumpkin Carving

Less than a week before Halloween. What's a girl to do? Well, if she has a two-year-old monkey, she decides to carve a pumpkin to start creating those childhood memories. Awe....Let me start by saying that I haven't carved a pumpkin since I was in grade school or high school. My mom didn't mess with it. I recall carving a pumpkin once, probably because we bugged mom enough to buy one.I forgot how much work it takes to carve a pumpkin. I asked Jack what design he wanted. First, he said a cat, then he said a monster. The monster looked way too difficult for my amateur skills.So, after 1.5 hours, here goes!Not too bad, eh?