Isnt' this a cool picture? Poindexter girls in order of age (which is 18 - 46) at the time of this photo. Somebody's had a birthday since this photo...somebody in a blue shirt...with brown eyes.
Sorry, I have been away. I have been having some "girl" problems, but I think we have a plan to remedy it.........and no, I am not getting a sex change operation. However, I did go to Halloween as a man one time and HELLO...I was wicked hot !! I would have "done" myself.
It was nice to get a comment from my cousin Karen Hammond. She remembered Grandma Dorothy's watered down coke and the long cigarette ashes. I remember we would ask Granny (oh, she hated that) if we could "flick" the ashes for her...we were entranced !
Speaking of Karen Hammond...I thought she was pretty damn close to Nadia Comaneci. She had this poster of either Cathy Rigby or Olga Korbet in her room...I stared at it for hours. It was in the house in Great Falls...I bet I could still drive to that house. Oh, and that little dog Potzy !! I remember that little stinker...he always had "eye boogers". That dog must have lived for 20 years...he was still alive when Dan and Karen got married (I think !?)
I remember vividly watching the 1976 Montreal Summer Olympics while at the ranch. (The year Nadia got the 10...on her bars routine...see, I didn't smoke TOO much dope !) I laid on the back...the BACK...of that atrocious orange naugahyde couch. Mmmm...wonder how many nauga's had to be slaughtered and skinned in order to make that lovely piece of home decor?
Anyhooo...I fit my tiny, little, skinny body on that BACK of that couch for hours....eating those "homemade" popsicles. Homemade popsicles made out of "cold drink"...shit, she wouldn't give me a sip of "cold drink" when I was dying of heat exposure BUT I could have all I wanted in the nice cool house.
Denny would lie on the couch ( he always smelled like soap) and I would squish myself up on the back there......and torment him beyond belief. He actually handled me pretty well, as irritating as I probably was. His dad, however, was a whole different story. JUST KIDDING BURKE, but you did sometimes give me that look....you know the one.
You know what else I just thought of? Adolph Freier....and his hairy arms. What the hell is wrong with me?
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Hi PD....I don't know how you can remember all that stuff! I sometimes feel guilty in that I didn't provide you with a "normal" upbringing....but then you wouldn't have stories to tell!
Love Mom
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