Clamato's right next to the
Frank's Kraut Juice, ma'am.
Hello. My name is Elsie May and this is my sister Ellie May. We come to life after dark and eat your children!
Road dots.
Giant eyeball on a stick.
I heart you too, road.
~~ooooh ... the rare and mysterious cigarette carton pyramid~~
How should I drive in neighborhoods where they can't stand the little darlings?
Um. Sounds great, but can you direct me to the PartyHeavy?
How I Learned To Get A Head In Life.
I get the pretzels. You get the red ones. We split the wavy thingers.
I'll have some antique Hungarian pastry and one American flag to go.
My! What a huge rubber you have!
Scooters and I love it.
Suitcase fabulon.
Weird weeds.
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..."Frank's Kraut Juice".
Only in Cleveland, man.
danb
Elsie May and her sister Ellie May brought back memories of 'Talking Tina', she of an excellent 'Twilight Zone' episode. If I saw them living in a home that I visited, I would 'exit, stage left... posthaste..!'
I am glad you love your town... it your passion for Cleveland reminds me of what I miss about my hometown... only we have had some 'winners' (the Lions not so much, but hope springs eternal..!)
It's kinda hard to tell, but those "weird weeds" look to me that they might just be garlic bulbs that have gone to seed.
In any case, another fun and festive Phone Cam round-up. Yeehaw.
I noticed that the neighborhood that loves children, doesn't have trash all over the streets and sidewalks. Must be conservatives living there.
Fabulous-O as usual-OSO. Love these phone cam round ups. You have my gratitude and awe. heart, twinkly
Whoa, what a rockin' video. I can't believe all that I missed over the years not reading your blog every time you posted. DAMN you're good! Can I put that video on Facebook? I don't have many friends and they don't pay attention to me, but I'm gonna do it anyway.
My mother is sour and Krauty, too, just like Frank's. It took you less than 2 minutes to acquire a taste for it. Holy moly.
I'm not kidding with this. I love it all. twinkly
Erin-where d'you suppose they found a juicer big enough to liquefy a whole kraut?
MR
Love seeing your reflection in the window as you snapped the Hungarian bakery! Almost as good as being out on the stroll with you looking up some fun. May I have the red road dots and a yella suitcase? Oh! Add a huge rubber and a head ~ to go.
I have to admit that when I saw the Frank's Kraut Juice video, again it really cracked me up. I should start doing YouTubes again.
I want some Clamato.
Erin-wouldn't it be great to get some magnetic spade symbols, like in cards, and stick them everywhere somebody has a heart symbol?
MR
New shoes?
No one wants to know how many pairs of walking shoes I go through a year. It's dumb.
Just know that your humble hostess walks 20 to 30 miles a week, weather permitting.
Both pairs of shoes featured in today's post are about done and, yes, there is another pair on the way.
I have found a style that does not require insoles, which made a certain noise,*, but kept my feet happy.
*If that unfortunate footage wasn't bad enough, here's the winter version.
Same iPod in both clips, which is the same iPod I'll be strapping on in an hour so when I venture out for my constitutional.
I fry through the shoes, as well, EOB - which you already knew. A doctor actually said to me, after looking at my hooves, "Human beings aren't made to do that much walking." Oh. I didn't know.
According to a PBS documentary, walking has been a major part of the development of the human brain, and why we seperated from apes. Bipedal being 4 times more efficient way of searching for food as we left the trees.
Spent most of my teenage years walking erect, and now welcome the increase in attention span that middle age brings.
And yes,I am gellin'. I double up the gel soles, in fact, in my welding boots, it works nicely on the concrete.
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