Photography

1886 Autograph Album

Shelly

1886 Autograph Album

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A coworker found this in a drawer she was cleaning out. She thought I’d like to look at it, so she brought it to work. I got permission from her to scan, transcribe, and upload the entire album, so that other people could look at it. It might be of use for genealogical research.

The album belonged to Mr. James Thomas Ricketts, a teacher at the Yorktown School, in Yorktown, Tippecanoe County, Indiana. Most of the entries are from 1886, with a few later ones in 1890. Yorktown no longer exists. It was de-platted in 1969. All that remains is a cemetery.

I’m finished transcribing all the entries, but I’ve only had time to do a few cursory look ups in the Census records. The entire album can be seen here.

Crankypantsing, Photography

The Ass Upstairs

Shelly

My assy upstairs neighbors continue to astound. Today’s festivities involved the dude (I’ll call him Doofus) letting his clearly untrained puppy (name of Lola) run off leash in the back field. Harriet, being an old lady dog, has to pee frequently. So I took her outside. Lola came galloping toward us. I told Doofus that Harriet is dog aggressive. Doofus called his (again, CLEARLY UNTRAINED) puppy, who totally ignored him, because she has no idea what the word “come” means.

Harriet, bless her heart, has a small amount of tolerance for puppies. Otherwise, it would have been ugly when Lola stuck her nose in Harriet’s face. Since Doofus was incapable of controlling Lola, I took Harriet back inside. She still hadn’t peed, though, so I watched out the window until Doofus and Lola were (I thought) a safe distance away from my patio.

So. I took Harriet back outside. Harriet peed. Lola saw us, and we had a repeat of the above scene. I took Harriet inside before Lola got to us, but I didn’t have time to close the patio door before Lola shoved her head inside my apartment. WTFBBQ?!

And now, a photo of an avocado. It was perfectly ripe and damnfinetasty.

Yum

Music

About Elvis

Shelly

I was never much of an Elvis fan, but I will always remember the day he died because my best friend at the time, Vicky Poff, was heartbroken. She spent the night at my house that night and brought all her Elvis records and magazines with her, and we stayed up all night, having our own little wake for him.


Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley

Crankypantsing, Videos

Meet the Romper-Stompers

Shelly

Meet my new upstairs neighbors, the Romper-Stompers. You remember those plastic or tin cups you used to strap to your feet, when you were a kid? There was also the quick and dirty version, where you stepped on the side of a soda can so that the ends molded around the inner and outer sides of your shoes. And then, YOU ROMP. AND YOU STOMP.

So, I like to envision my neighbors with romper stompers on their feet. Because I can’t imagine any other explanation for why grown-assed adults would make that much noise.

(That water noise in the background is the fish aquarium. All the other noises are coming from my upstairs neighbors.)