tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87488181173614601132024-02-19T07:18:05.787-06:00Growing Up Hexum...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-84995508831263912062010-01-26T02:04:00.002-06:002010-10-22T14:52:41.816-05:00Mom's bra story<em>I also got professionally fitted for a bra that actually fits at Victoria's Secret. (They wouldn't let me try on the wings) Do you know that I went from a 28AAA to a 38C? (kind of)<br />
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I walked out of there wearing my new bra and from that time since, my straps have not fallen down even once. I am so used to going thru life with both straps around my upper arms. It is very hard to raise one's arms when that happens. And the other phenomena that occurs when one's bra does not fit properly is that the bottom rides up and half the breast is UNDER the bra, not IN it. This will also no longer happen to me and so you see I will now be much happier. I wonder if it will show in my face, my demeanor, my stature, my all-around aura? Be sure and let me know. will you?</em>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-35187490664005098022010-01-26T01:58:00.001-06:002010-01-26T01:58:52.121-06:00MetrosexualHal calls them Metro-mallardsA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-17430852195290433692010-01-26T00:29:00.000-06:002010-01-26T00:30:23.042-06:00Keri's productive DayGuess what I did today? <br />I went downstairs and pulled off all the styrofoam and studs from the wall you and Marc took the window out of. I finished gutting the family room, and vacuumed and cleared the whole area. <br /><br />I had loaded Marc's truck to the brim the other day with const debris, so I wanted to take it to the dump. I went to start the truck and it wouldn't start, so I put the battery charger on it, and left it to charge, while I raked and picked most of the rocks out of the landscape area, around the new corner window. <br /> <br />Then I tried to start the truck again, no way no how, a little bit of frustration..... So I kept the charger on the battery, and vacuumed chipmunk turds out of Marc's shed. <br /> <br />Then I started up the pressure washer and washed the rug that Turk peed on and some other mats, when halfway done the pressure washer ran out of gas, a little frustration, I went to find the gas can and it was empty. Then I tried to start the truck again. No go. A little frustration, so found some jumper cables in the haystack in the back of Marc's truck cab and pulled my car up to his truck and jumped it. Woo Hoo! I had ignition. <br /> <br />So off to the dump, got there at 4:50 pm. It closes at 5pm, I am sure the dump guy was real happy with me. Me and the neighbor kids unloaded the huge pile, and got done at 5:10. The guy was sitting in his vehicle with it running waiting for us to leave so he could lock the gate.<br /> <br />I raced to the Creekside organic material site, to get some cedar mulch, for landscaping, before 5:30, only to find they don't sell mulch anymore. I called a landscape place- they were closed. <br /> <br />Then I came home and filled the truck again, over the brim with construction materials including all that big concrete block stacked in the back yard and a toilet and got it ready to go to the dump tomorrow. I hope it starts!!!!!!<br /> <br />In between all that I did 5 loads of laundry, and took care of indoor and outdoor dogs. But I did not do the dishes. <br /> <br />The window area is almost ready, I just have to dig out some deep tree weeds, and claw it up, put down some fabric and bark mulch. You got me going Kady.<br /> <br />I forgot to mention that I was up all night birthing 3 little Yorkie pups.<br /> <br />I am WOMAN Hear Me Roar In Numbers To Big To Ignore!!!A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-78833467226030073832010-01-26T00:27:00.000-06:002010-01-26T00:28:03.153-06:00AllowanceI also remember that it was the Smart family who told our family that their accountant told them you could pay your kids and get a tax write off. So Dad said we were getting paid for our work. At the end of the month we drove to the bank with our checks. We were so excited. We signed our checks and dad collected all the money and deposited it right back into his account. Dang, we hadn't thought of that. Later they had a tax audit and had to pay back what they had saved plus interest and penalties cuz it wasn't legit. Ha Ha Mom and Dad, that'll teach ya.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-29786635764413536392010-01-26T00:25:00.001-06:002010-01-26T00:26:44.894-06:00from kelly...I remember having to puke during prayer. All I could think of is how your not suppose to move or open your eyes so I held my skirt up and puked in it. We were in front by the exit door. Dad hauled me out by my hair and stood me up against the corner of the building and lowered my head "puking position" so I could get a visual of the more appropriate way to have handled the puking during prayer incident.<br /><br />I can't remember if he actually hauled me out "by my hair" but I added it for the effect.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-20775868273788318962010-01-26T00:21:00.001-06:002010-01-26T00:24:51.653-06:00Kelly about KarleySounds like something I'd do to Mike's kids. But only after they have dropped it 20 hundred times. Maybe you've forgotten that part, cuz David and Karley would only remember the embarrassing part too.<br />I was late getting home and I just wanted a quick cup of coffee, the line is long and there was a friend in line (who goes on and on and on and on and I was trying to shorten the conversation and it wasn't working and I was stressing inside) and all the while I'm hearing Karley say "Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get<br />something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get<br />something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something, Kelly can I get something.<br />And so instead of calmly saying yes or one moment please. I finally blow and scream and it echoes throughout the building: KARLEY! CANT YOU SEE I'M TALKING TO SOMEONE! and the whole place goes completely silent the machines stop and everyone looks at me like "oh my" and the lady who is also a step mom, is looking at me like "who are you, you big mean crazy lady, the poor child just wants to get something".A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-75495258191557310212010-01-26T00:17:00.003-06:002010-01-26T00:20:38.264-06:00Kasey's "boys I liked, but got embarrassed by dad" stories.#1: I for some reason was in love with Justin Chase (yes I get it 'just in case' ha ha). Anyway...I was playing with my fake rubber snake (Kylee Reed's dad bought it for me so don't go thinking that I was bought a toy by dad). Justin Chase walked by and I called him a name (I looooved him, okay). He came up to me and pulled at my snake, I also pulled trying to keep it. It broke. Of course, never having any toys I was heart broken, I ran to my father at the apartment's garage. I cried to him telling him Justin broke my snake. Dad called Justin over, he said that I had called him a name. Dad gave ME a spanking. Justin Chase looked at me like he could not believe it. I remember being more embarrassed that I cried really hard in front of him, than of the actual beating. I have hated Justin Chase's guts ever since.<br /><br />#2: When we were working on the old kingdom hall in I'Falls. I thought Terry Bleau (Gabe's dad) was so cute, I think I was 8 years old. I thought he thought I was so great, so he was teasing me and I was laughing and joking with him, I called him a pig. I don't know why I did, but I remember thinking I was so cute. Anyway, Terry was mad that I called him a name. Dad told him he had permission to spank me. So he took me over his knee and spanked me. I was so embarrassed that Terry would actually take dad up on his offer, dad offered that all the time, to this day, Terry is the only one who ever did it. I could have died. The whole neighborhood, all the people helping with the hall saw. I wanted to crawl into a hole.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-42840213924605088502010-01-26T00:16:00.000-06:002010-01-26T00:17:13.634-06:00storiesWe used to drive around in a club cab pick up truck. There were eight of us, mom, dad and six kids. Mom and dad sat in the bucket seats, two kids sat on the tiny fold out seats in the back, one kid sat on a wood seat dad built for between the bucket seats in the front, and the rest of us just sort of crammed in wherever else we could.<br /> <br />Our favorite game at the cabin was when dad took a rope and tied a plastic orange sled behind the green monster station wagon. His job was to make us spill and land face down in the ditch. With two or three kids in the sled, it was pretty easy. The more snow down your coat, the more crumpled and upside down your body, the more dad laughed.<br /> <br />The first time my dad took my brother hunting, when Pete was about four, they were around a mile from home, and my brother turned to my dad and said, "maybe one of us oughta keep mom safe at home." So my dad pulled over and let Pete walk home. <br /> <br />In those days, dad had a pigeon coop. I guess he still does, anyways, when my brother was five years old my dad sent him in there to get what he thought was a crow that had gotten in there and was stuck and couldn't get out. Pete was in there for a really long time, but my dad figured he was OK. When he emerged, bloody and scratched to bits, holding an owl upside down by the leg, my dad felt kind of bad. Or maybe proud, that his little boy became a man after killing an owl with his bare (maybe mittened) hands. -And owls are nasty creatures.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-4796375590468196852009-10-08T13:01:00.001-05:002009-10-08T13:01:50.951-05:00kasey posinoski<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJTai4gqhN7ZNmsr_w4bgDoNjrSX9mepVM583va9KwaItmexJ2KNynNzwNB6E_padHcGxoFAcmKcUgyyvmMv1FW8F54k2nYdMhEXhnr_coWJ4yU4QWZUxjPvlPR-pNoC87Nx8DGsBoEjD/s1600-h/kasey's+little+love+note.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJTai4gqhN7ZNmsr_w4bgDoNjrSX9mepVM583va9KwaItmexJ2KNynNzwNB6E_padHcGxoFAcmKcUgyyvmMv1FW8F54k2nYdMhEXhnr_coWJ4yU4QWZUxjPvlPR-pNoC87Nx8DGsBoEjD/s320/kasey's+little+love+note.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390290804104556402" /></a><br />Well, at least I was Dad's favorite.kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-56944951019765901752009-10-03T17:00:00.003-05:002009-10-03T17:24:27.957-05:00This reminded me of something...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQbGEKGgoYAkjiwzuNhdjsFuvgT4C7Zferdw8EEecpOFbjZwRRRxGKKK7KnzJNCq3tez9YK2vo1kq5UUB0WPa6l9_rG3oXvlnhsB92NT5SzVxhxCiQG-SZ2TIFFcCum9B6qANmQrRR6rw/s1600-h/montek-notreassemblingthis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388501459125180162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQbGEKGgoYAkjiwzuNhdjsFuvgT4C7Zferdw8EEecpOFbjZwRRRxGKKK7KnzJNCq3tez9YK2vo1kq5UUB0WPa6l9_rG3oXvlnhsB92NT5SzVxhxCiQG-SZ2TIFFcCum9B6qANmQrRR6rw/s400/montek-notreassemblingthis.jpg" /></a><br />When Kady & Kasey were little - 3- to 5-ish, Mom decided to buy a wading pool. It was really cool. It was green and had a little built-in slide and either had a big turtle or frog design. It wasn't just a plain wading pool, but was molded and really neat. Anyway, when you buy your kids a pool, drive a stationwagon and have 6 children, including some tweens and teens, how would YOU get your pool home from K-Mart all the way to the South Falls Apartments??<br /><br />Well, Mom put the pool upside down on the top of the station wagon and had Keri and I (and maybe Kelly?) stand in the back of the stationwagon (our feet inside the car) with our upper bodies outside through the back window and hold the pool in place on the roof. <br /><br />I will never forget driving down main street International Falls, holding the pool for dear life and screaming at mom to slow down, because the force of the air on the front of the car was blowing the pool up and threatening to blow it along with us (since we would never have let go!) off and out of the car and onto the street. It did get home, and there are many pics of us all enjoying it in our backyard.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-86372707619722386342009-09-14T22:47:00.001-05:002009-09-14T22:47:17.025-05:00The OuthouseWhen we were little, our cabin got a brand new outhouse. We drove it down the road on a trailer, and, judging by this photo, I was 6 (this is the haircut I had in 1st grade). I exclaimed, "this crazy house has windows in the seat!"<br /><br />It was so exciting!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvCjcD6hZV5okCQ_xsllv_K0JzWIWWYmL9M19r5ec4bDVrPM4cGfK5s4loolk3zG4TQE-VeRPzjKLQkKqboEJHBgCzSv0s8ZkwhqXORQz9I_107oWUcyn3ewdqBYrbVfN9tMkHPmPKCs/s1600-h/outhouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvCjcD6hZV5okCQ_xsllv_K0JzWIWWYmL9M19r5ec4bDVrPM4cGfK5s4loolk3zG4TQE-VeRPzjKLQkKqboEJHBgCzSv0s8ZkwhqXORQz9I_107oWUcyn3ewdqBYrbVfN9tMkHPmPKCs/s320/outhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374801873574667218" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />So in May, when all of us kids went up for a little reunion, we drove up to the old cabin and trespassed on the new owner's property and took this photo for nostalgia's sake:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVYiA0lcRlYQdx9Ctb1BgWlhd6o3iq9GkaOL_tc0fpA12IXcapt-n9_hHvG6mmkqrI6-D3gXWiEEIKdBGaNOTyl0O_K7RIdZwjpT8yvdLh0cFXhWzspuMfasn3lhUJ8p1y2pjvVGW6Wk/s1600-h/outhouse2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVYiA0lcRlYQdx9Ctb1BgWlhd6o3iq9GkaOL_tc0fpA12IXcapt-n9_hHvG6mmkqrI6-D3gXWiEEIKdBGaNOTyl0O_K7RIdZwjpT8yvdLh0cFXhWzspuMfasn3lhUJ8p1y2pjvVGW6Wk/s320/outhouse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374801879343882482" /></a><br /><br />I guess we really didn't want to go inside. GROSS!!!A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-16241593848781420352009-07-12T20:52:00.001-05:002009-07-12T20:54:06.141-05:00Hal Hexum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2NKefBjKNd3a3crJeOHfsWbiH9dWz8BKaENI7PG_b3-1lGh97fSuo5-uoefkLjkVnyyWDZ1J-7Gz_B_k9oHzSOfdJuipyvZSxUqVsevWjVrbnZVXB5X1GHSstQvF2VLgXIT1K1E7byw/s1600-h/IMG_1715.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2NKefBjKNd3a3crJeOHfsWbiH9dWz8BKaENI7PG_b3-1lGh97fSuo5-uoefkLjkVnyyWDZ1J-7Gz_B_k9oHzSOfdJuipyvZSxUqVsevWjVrbnZVXB5X1GHSstQvF2VLgXIT1K1E7byw/s320/IMG_1715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756989607286850" /></a><br />At the convention, while waiting in line to save seats, right after the man gives the pep talk about how there are more than enough chairs for everybody, and there's no reason to run, my dad cupped his hands and yelled out: "He's lying, there's not enough chairs, RUN!"A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-67217553665109092562009-06-09T17:33:00.004-05:002009-06-09T17:38:09.560-05:00Hexum kids now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItlSo5mtvRzWTx7ODnix7qfcRjTRUEH7DxJbaelRsMsWnmBFT61-gN-0QuoUjSwVmEJ7_CKRr9P8uxj0LrWujtQT8dnENYSZzdkwiihkJFTOPSLJX6gjuQN8E1Qy-BD83cJSyNsrREmA/s1600-h/IMG_1379%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345460701569607410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItlSo5mtvRzWTx7ODnix7qfcRjTRUEH7DxJbaelRsMsWnmBFT61-gN-0QuoUjSwVmEJ7_CKRr9P8uxj0LrWujtQT8dnENYSZzdkwiihkJFTOPSLJX6gjuQN8E1Qy-BD83cJSyNsrREmA/s320/IMG_1379%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-23187070967284495752009-06-05T22:52:00.003-05:002009-06-05T22:55:22.800-05:00The Hexum Kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZSbKw4SD_KToLoUYrDmzmCpylVRMHnJr18c7pgFUjCjtVEpJNhk0hPc9UoIhcxcr46ORJI8xfdplMbJANtH7Lc9WCy4dp7OviGCOFb3ZLTcvypL3d05d5GdoVbOuE2AwdXbokMd3KIfq/s1600-h/HexumKids!.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344058113370536770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZSbKw4SD_KToLoUYrDmzmCpylVRMHnJr18c7pgFUjCjtVEpJNhk0hPc9UoIhcxcr46ORJI8xfdplMbJANtH7Lc9WCy4dp7OviGCOFb3ZLTcvypL3d05d5GdoVbOuE2AwdXbokMd3KIfq/s400/HexumKids!.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This is one of the last pictures taken where Kim is the tallest and not the shortest.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-31535271108216594272009-06-01T09:44:00.001-05:002009-06-01T09:44:36.211-05:00mr hexum<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxbm3KGYrl0mXnI4_1oFTHR9Fo1A4c_lLK9hZxw8jHz0itWiiplrvXHeE-Yn7uDPWh-zikg6OuOAj-z72pcKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>kaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-89722005581139425402009-05-29T19:22:00.003-05:002009-05-29T19:24:16.462-05:00DadHe's afraid because he's going to be sent to New York City for Elder School and I was chatting with him on the phone about it. I said, there's nothing to worry about! You'll be completely taken care of, and your whole day will be spent at School. You don't have to worry about the big City. Some of the other guys will probably want to go explore, but you can just say, "No Thanks, I'm going to bed at 8:30."<br /><br />He goes,<br /><br />"Well I ain't goin' clubbing with them."A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-49772478425802306832009-05-20T15:00:00.001-05:002009-05-20T15:02:45.613-05:00Doggie SagaHere is one of my many dog stories. I can’t really call them fond memories……<br /><br /> We always have outside dogs. The biggest reason is me. I am too lazy to clean up after dogs. The hair, the pee, poop and vomit are way too much for me. And you all know how volatile I can be. I don’t like myself, so I choose not to have dogs.<br /><br />So one day, I am feeling bad about it and thinking that with no kids, what is wrong with me? I can handle a dog now. So I say to Hal, when he is bringing home a new puppy, “Let’s try it in the house”. It ends up going pretty good. It is a German Wirehair, a medium sized dog with short hair. At night, when Hal is at work I let it sleep on the floor by my bed. The bedroom door is closed. Wonderful company. Hal though, gets home at 6AM and when he opens the front door, the dog begins to bark. I tell the dog to shush, but of course Hal hears the dog and is so proud he has a protective dog, he decides to test him out. So he scratches on the wall all the way down the steps. The dog starts to really bark. I am yelling, “Stop it!” Hal scratches on the door of the bedroom. The dog starts to REALLY bark, and jump around. I am yelling, “Stop it, stop it!!” Hal starts doing a low growl, and now the dog is insane. Now it is on my bed jumping and barking. I am SCREAMING, STOP IT!!! Now Hal is really excited and having SO much fun, the dog is REALLY JUMPING and REALLY BARKING. Now the dog is jumping and barking on my head and I am getting WET. It is peeing and jumping and peeing and jumping ON MY HEAD and barking, barking and I am screaming mad, and Hal will not stop. <br /> I think I will quit the story here, you get the picture. That day the dog went back outside. No more dogs in the house….., that is until….,to be continued.momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049446741503521287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-64578809293098542992009-04-24T12:30:00.002-05:002009-04-24T12:48:50.917-05:00AAAAaaaaahhhhhh........Ok, so my dad was a prankster. He thought it was funny to scare us, like when we were on the roof of the apartment buildings we managed, checking out the roof for leaks or whatever, he would hold us by the ankles over the edge of the roof. Ha Ha. What was really stupid, is we'd ask to accompany him to the roof. Apparently we were slow learners.<br /><br />I guess he got this quality from his mom, maybe? My aunt, dad's sister Julie, told us a story of how she would go out to the outhouse and my dad would lie in wait and scare her in the dark. So my grandma, Julie & Dad's mom, decided to teach him a lesson. She waited outside in the dark, and when he went by, she scared the dickens out of him.<br /><br />Anyway, one year the apartment complex owners decided to add a pitched roof over the flat roof of the big building - 2 1/2 stories high (the first floor was half-buried). Dad made Pete go up on the roof to help him check the vents. Dad is on his hands and knees checking a vent, backing up, checking the next vent, etc. Pete discovered a tiny little shelf below the edge of the roof, and thought it would be really funny to get down on that, hide, and holler AAAAAaaaaaaa....... like he was falling off the roof. Dad just about died, but he deserved it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-2686286074300568822009-04-22T12:48:00.000-05:002009-04-22T12:49:12.051-05:00Pete Discovers the Purpose of Butt CracksMy brother Pete works with carpet and tile, and so he has glues and adhesives in 5 gallon buckets. One day he was sitting on one of them and didn't realize that the lid had a tiny hole in it. I think he was cleaning shrimp or something. Anyway, later on at home, he was taking a shower and dropped the soap. When he tried to bend over and pick it up, he realized he had glued his "cheeks" together. Apparently butt cracks are necessary for bending and squatting.That story alone is hilarious to our family. <br /><br />What's funnier to my daughter, Hanna, is the image of Pete's wife Tanya squatting behind him with the bottle of finger nail polish remover and trying to peel his cheeks back apart.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-82205815392670212802009-04-20T00:05:00.000-05:002009-04-20T00:06:28.364-05:00Not the Favorite(by Kady)<br /><br />So one day Kasey is accusing my mom that I am the favorite daughter. Here is their conversation. And I'm totally in the same room:Kasey: "Kady is your favorite. You always side with her in every fight. Just admit it. Admit it. Admit Kady is your favorite. ADMIT IT."Mom (screaming): "KADY'S NEVER BEEN MY FAVORITE!!!!!!!"<br />Posted by kadyhexum at <a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html" rel="bookmark">6:22 PM</a> <a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=8153561016434811400"></a><a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=8153561016434811400"></a><br /><a name="comments"></a><br />6 comments:<br /><a name="c5423710635687166419"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893" rel="nofollow">kasey</a> said...<br />I love that you put my part in quotes, like that is EXACTLY what I said, over 5 years ago. either you have a photographic memory or you are taking some artistic liscense.<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html?showComment=1233208200000#c5423710635687166419">January 28, 2009 11:50 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=5423710635687166419"></a><br /><a name="c7600321647292172941"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893" rel="nofollow">kasey</a> said...<br />i forgot to add, Mom: me think thou doth protest too much<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html?showComment=1233208260000#c7600321647292172941">January 28, 2009 11:51 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=7600321647292172941"></a><br /><a name="c6271543383949956771"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11961422482689391434" rel="nofollow">anna</a> said...<br />hahaha, LOL this has me choking it so funny. But I don't really know why. Is it because I'm sitting home alone just finishing a bottle of wine or because I KNOW I was always my mammas favorite girl? Whatev' That is FUNNY.<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html?showComment=1233282120000#c6271543383949956771">January 29, 2009 8:22 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=6271543383949956771"></a><br /><a name="c731972230138662021"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211889925080338134" rel="nofollow">Kelly</a> said...<br />What's really funny Anna is your mother LHAO to the fact that you think you are her favorite. Side point, I'm drinking wine now too.<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html?showComment=1233286500000#c731972230138662021">January 29, 2009 9:35 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=731972230138662021"></a><br /><a name="c2094323639136949367"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527" rel="nofollow">kadyhexum</a> said...<br />I guess we're all drinking wine now aren't we?<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kadyhexum.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-favorite.html?showComment=1233293880000#c2094323639136949367">January 29, 2009 11:38 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6677956361341394724&postID=2094323639136949367"></a><br /><a name="c2074097277265615372"></a>prettiest sister said...<br />I know Kady has never been mom's favorite, because I am her favorite, and I am not drinking a thing.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-67938929873005083302009-04-19T09:42:00.003-05:002009-04-24T12:51:15.563-05:00Miss AmericaI don't know why this is the first thing I think of "growing up hexum", but it is, so here: Growing up all the boys liked Keri, so it seemed. Not Mike Moran (Msomething?). She and I came out of our townhome, aka apartment. I believe after getting all dolled up cuz we saw him at the swing set. He was the new boy. He starts singing from the swings, "here she comes Miss America" and Keri walks taller and sassier. Mike says "not you". Which left only me. Ahhhhh. I think our love affair lastest all summer until Wendy Van Hale showed up. She had boobs.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211889925080338134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-85972493639939613812009-04-16T10:14:00.000-05:002009-04-16T10:15:09.859-05:00Got this email from mom this morning...OK, so here's the thing...Hal now has his own cell phone. <br /><br />If you call him, you are at your own mercy. Three things will happen: he will either think he spent his money wisely, or he will think he did not, and it will freak him out every time the thing rings. <br />Be patient. He wears it on his belt...next to his knife. <br /><br />P.S. Don't leave him a message yet. He can't do it and I can't teach him everything at once.<br /><br />He is very confused right now and pretty techno'd out. We also got dish network and he keeps pushing all the wrong buttons. Oh, and me? I get a little irritated, but it is kind of fun.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-45417312367974512122009-04-13T13:32:00.001-05:002009-04-13T13:32:49.300-05:006 kidsSomeone at my dad's company was marvelling the fact that we have six kids in our family. He asked, "How'd you think you were gonna feed all them kids?"<br /><br />And my dad said, "Well, at the time, I guess I thought I could feed the world."A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-70380322723045881422009-04-13T13:30:00.002-05:002009-04-13T13:31:27.491-05:00Hal Hexum, a pillar of compassionI am going through old emails and found this one, it's too hilarious. Here is a conversation Keri had with dad about a year ago:<br /><br />Keri: Is mom home today?<br /><br />Dad : No she is working.<br /><br />Keri: Okay, I just called her to tell her something interesting. On wednesday, Marc and I went to Rochestor for his doctor appointment. We were very discouraged, because originally they had said Marc had a chance to live for possibly 10 to 15 years, but his chemo treatment isn' t decreasing his cancer for the last 3 months, so the numbers of 3 to 5 years were starting to come up again, and a stem cell transplant often only increases ones life for 18 months. So we were just sick and scared. But this morning my friend was watching the Today show and Geralidine Ferrara ( former congresswoman) has multiple myeloma, and she was told she had 3 to 5 years to live, but she has tried a new drug, and it is working well, and she feels good. She was diagnosed with the cancer 9 years ago. So I am encouraged by that and wanted to tell mom looking up the article online.<br /><br />Dad : Well, she will be home by 4pm. Now there is red juice on the top of my steak do you suppose it is to rare and I haven't cooked it long enough?A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748818117361460113.post-12878837931565217412009-04-12T13:56:00.000-05:002009-04-12T13:57:18.633-05:00My IssuesTuesday, November 4, 2008<br /><a name="8672586320371133204"></a><br /><a href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html">My Issues</a><br />Ok, so I DO have issues. One is that I NEED to be validated. I can't just start a blog and then go about my business without obsessing about whether it's funny enough, or just stupid, etc. I wait on pins and needles to see what kinds of comments are added, and then, that not being good enough, I have to call my two baby sisters (who, I think, are the funniest people I know - especially Kasey, sorry, Kady) and get their opinions.I think that not only are my sisters funny, they are cool, especially Kady, sorry Kasey. I mean, please, she always dresses funky, and she's a world traveler. It's a little humbling to have the little kids, whose diapers you used to change and whose vomit you used to clean up, the little kids you used to teach everything to, etc. now be cooler and funnier than you. Rather than having them look up to me for validation and acceptance, I look to them for those things. The first epiphany I had that I was not in their league, I was no longer young, and I was definitely NOT cool, was the night I was up in the Falls visiting my folks. My sisters had their friends over, and there was a bonfire in the yard. I decided that I was going to go out and join the group of youngsters (and, I thought, my peers) and have fun. I go out, choose a block of wood to sit on, look up, and realize that the conversation had just STOPPED! An old fogey had infiltrated their cool, young group. I quietly just got back up and joined the really old fogeys back in the house.<br />Posted by Kim at <a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html" rel="bookmark">11:56 AM</a> <a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=8672586320371133204"></a><br /><a name="comments"></a><br />6 comments:<br /><a name="c6859409218033136719"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527" rel="nofollow">kadyhexum</a> said...<br />p.s. I think you're funny.<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1225836360000#c6859409218033136719">November 4, 2008 4:06 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=6859409218033136719"></a><br /><a name="c2347180594752225985"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986468841187978615" rel="nofollow">Bonnie</a> said...<br />I think you are funny and quite entertaining...anticipating more from you soon!! lolBonnie<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1225930980000#c2347180594752225985">November 5, 2008 6:23 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=2347180594752225985"></a><br /><a name="c7998684920411832422"></a>prettiest sister said...<br />My comment is pending, I have to think about this.<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1226037660000#c7998684920411832422">November 7, 2008 12:01 AM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=7998684920411832422"></a><br /><a name="c648667485199485962"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893" rel="nofollow">kasey</a> said...<br />Kady's cool, but she is just a person. She craps her pants one leg at a time, just like we all do.-Ben<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1226470320000#c648667485199485962">November 12, 2008 12:12 AM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=648667485199485962"></a><br /><a name="c7302773220663772858"></a>Anonymous said...<br />"we all" meaning you?<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1226531400000#c7302773220663772858">November 12, 2008 5:10 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=7302773220663772858"></a><br /><a name="c3086416438683948307"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08312379226769365893" rel="nofollow">kasey</a> said...<br />yes...me.(whah,whah,whah)-Ben<br /><a title="comment permalink" href="http://kimmankus.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues.html?showComment=1226535240000#c3086416438683948307">November 12, 2008 6:14 PM </a><a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=986079426153635848&postID=3086416438683948307"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0