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Memory Monday – First Celebrity Crush

It’s been fun having a great group of interns around the office this Summer.  What isn’t fun is that, from time to time, they remind me that I’m not in my twenties (or thirties) anymore.

That was the case today when I made a joke that none of them got. It was a reference to Tony Danza and the 80’s sitcom Who’s The Boss. They all stared blankly at me.

“Please tell me you know who Tony Danza is,” I said.  This was followed by more blank stares.

Yep.  That little exchange made me feel old… and got me remembering my first celebrity crush.  To me, Alyssa Milano was the real star of  Who’s The Boss, not Tony Danza.

Alyssa Milano is the same age as me and my 14-year-old self thought she was funny… and hot!  Truth be told, she’s still attractive and has had a great career.

I remember Who’s The Boss as being a really fun show and not wanting to miss an episode back then. Kind of makes me want to pull up an episode on YouTube just to see if it’s still as good as I remember.

Who was your first celebrity crush?

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Memory Monday – Dad In The Kitchen

Tonight my oldest daughter joined me as I grilled burgers for supper.  As we sat on the tailgate of my truck I asked her what I should write about for Memory Monday.

We talked about several different ideas but somehow the conversation turned to what I remember most about what my Dad, her Grandpa, cooked when he made meals for our family.

There were 3 things that jumped out most.  The first would be stir-fry.   I’d make Minute Rice while my Dad whipped up the eggs, meat, and veggies to go on it.  I’m not sure whether it was for his birthday or Christmas but one time we got him an electric wok.

As a kid I watched intently as he worked. While he cooked he’d tell my brother and I stories about the stir-fry like foods he ate while he was overseas in the Army.

The way I make (and have taught my kids to make) stir-fry is pretty much the same way my Dad did.

Another meal my Dad would make would be chow mein.  This one wasn’t homemade.  It was the kind that came in a can.  Two cans taped together, actually.  He’d heat it up and serve it over crunchy chow mein noodles.  I was a fan of this meal.  Maybe because I like salty things and always topped mine with soy sauce.

The other thing I remember my Dad making, especially when Mom was working, was pot pies.  You know, the cheap kind in the little metal tin.  He’d let me use a steak knife to carve a C or B in the top of each one… indicating whether it was chicken or beef.

I loved those pot pies but didn’t love the fact that they took 45 minutes to bake in the oven.  My Dad used to like to dump his out on a plate over the top of a slice of bread.  I ate mine systematically. First the top crust, then the filling, followed by the side and bottom crust.

I’ve made the canned chow mein for my girls before but they weren’t fans.  When I told my daughter this she didn’t remember it and said she’d be willing to give it another try.

She did remember the pot pies I made for them once and said she wasn’t a fan and didn’t want to try them again.  That’s not going to stop me, though.  Now I’m craving a pot pie.

What are 3 things you remember your Dad cooking for you?


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Memory Monday – Looking For Golf Balls

One of the easiest and most fun odd jobs I’ve ever had was the few times I worked at the local golf course in my hometown.  A friend whose parents were members there got us both jobs during golf tournaments.

We were each given a golf ball retrieval pole and were stationed near a water hazard.  Our job was to hang out, watch the golfers, and help them find their missing balls if they went near the creek.

I was probably 13 or 14 at the time and liked the idea of making some easy cash.  If I recall correctly, I made $20 or $25 bucks per tournament from the golf course.  We weren’t allowed to ask for tips but we could accept them.  The tip money turned out to be better than the base pay.

When there weren’t any golfers around we could search for other golf balls that had been lost prior to the tournament.  We got to keep any that we found.

It was fairly easy work and it was fun talking to and helping out the golfers.  I remember thinking I was pretty cool at the end of the day riding my bike home with a bag of golf balls and a pocketful of cash

What fun odd jobs have you had?

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