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Dancing With the Stars

Petra Nemcova & Dmitry Chaplin - graceful, lovely Petra Okay.  I admit it.  I'm a 'Dancing With the Stars' addict.  Until this year I couldn't get the program because I had satellite TV (DirecTV) and didn't have access to local (network TV) channels.  This year that all changed and now I can get 'Judge Judy' and 'Dancing With the Stars.'  I can also get 'Glee', which is a local (Rehoboth Beach - aka 'Gayberry') gay favorite.  However, I cannot get into a show where guys and gals in their middle 20's are playing teenagers.  I don't care how much Broadway type singing and dancing is going on (I never got THAT gay gene by the way),  adults playing teenagers isn't interesting to me.  Talented teenagers would be a much more interesting show but adult professionals playing teenagers, no. Chris Jericho & Cheryl Burke - athletes having a grand time! Before I moved to Delaware I also was a American Idol fan.  W

Cooking Meme

Quiche Lorraine by Ron Another meme folks!  This one is a food meme. I stole borrowed this from Cubby of Patently Queer. 1 . Can you cook? If yes, do you like to cook? Damn right I can cook!  From my earliest memory I wanted to cook.  When I was in high school during the Fifties I wanted to be in the Home Economics class ('Home Ec') but this was back in the Bad Old Repressive Uptight Eisenhower Years where the boys' place was Shop and the gals place was Home Ec. I used to help my Mom cook (who had a very limited repertoire) and then when I got married to Bill I taught myself from cookbooks.  I am the best cook I know, par none and I make no excuses for bragging about it.  I cook better than any restaurant I've ever eaten at.  I am my best cook which is one of the joys of my life.  By the way, my first cookbook was "The Joy of Cooking."  Appropriate. Ron's signature apple pie 2. When do you eat with your whole family? I eat alone.  My husband Bill p

Isaac Walter Tipton, Jr.

Continuing with the theme of my younger brother, Isaac Tipton, today I am posting several pictures that I have of Isaac from his youngest picture to his latest.   Isaac (stuck in the middle as always) and me (on the right) and my brother John (always restless and curious) on the left (am I sucking my thumb ?) - 1945 - the body language says it all - Isaac stuck between both of his overachieving brothers - especially his older brother (!) Isaac definitely doesn't want to be here - that's Curious John to the right - 1948 Isaac was the second child of my parents Ike (Isaac, Sr.) and Betty Tipton.  He was named after my father because my father wanted a child named after him.  When I was born my Mother did not want me named "Isaac" because she considered the name Isaac 'ugly' and gold my father so.  However, she relented when my second brother was born.  Ironically this proved to be appropriate because Isaac was born blonde like my father and grew u

The Tipton Boys of Washington Avenue

120 Washington Avenue, Downingtown, PA July 2002.  Our old apartment building stills standing Our family lived here on the second floor front from 1948 to 1954. Our playground was the street out front or the railroad yard out back. My brother Isaac now lives in the family house in Pennsylvania.  Our parents built that house in 1958. It is only a small ranch house (1,100 square feet) with one bathroom.  However, it was the first house our family ever lived in.  Before they built that house (for $14,000), we had always lived in second floor apartments.  I remember how much I used to envy my classmates when I walked to school in Downingtown (a town of 5,000), Pennsylvania.  They had a backyard to play in.  Me and my brothers played in the road, down by the railroad tracks or any other place where we weren't chased from.  More than once we heard "Hey!  You kids get out of there!"  or "Hey!  What are you kids doing there!?"   Thus, it was a real treat when we f

My Brother Isaac

Brothers Ronald and Isaac Tipton 1945 I have two brothers.  I am the oldest followed by my brother Isaac who is a year and a half younger than me.  Then there is my youngest brother John, who is 2 1/2 years younger than me.   This is the first of several parts of a posting about my brother Isaac.  I was going to have one large post but my posts have gotten so big lately that I have decided to shorten my posts.  If I have more to say, then I will do additional posts.   I am one of those very lucky children who has brothers.  I'll admit that growing up I wasn't too thrilled (at times) that I had brothers.  After all, I was the oldest and this 'heir to the crown' or crown prince so to speak.  Now that I have matured I have gotten over my selfishness and sibling rivalry and realize how fortunate I am to have two such brothers as I have. Of course we all have totally different personalities.  We don't even look alike.  The older I get the more I look like m

Old Hot Shots

I don't know what I was doing here, measuring the rain gutter? - 1955 On my blog roll recently I've noticed more than a few 'undie' shots.  There has even been requests for 'Monday Undie' shots from some of the blog readers.  I am a blog reader of these blogs.  Well, I'm not about to post an 'undie shot' at my age.  Not that I don't have the bod, I do.  I weigh the same (160) as I did when I graduated from high school 52 years ago.  Granted, some of the weight has shifted around a bit.  I now have a semi-roll around my waist that I never had before, that I can't seem to get rid of no matter how much I walk or exercise.  I think gravity is taking it's inevitable toll. Me preparing for bed.  That's my brother Isaac in the bed already so it had to be my other brother John who took this picture, of which I was unaware until the flash went off Pants on the floor - 1955 Well anyway, here is my 'undie shot' taken when I wa