Comments on: California Here We Come! (Not quite where we started from…) http://www.parham.org/2007/01/10/california-here-we-come-not-quite-where-we-started-from Practicing random acts of cognition. Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:32:59 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: Wirthx4 http://www.parham.org/2007/01/10/california-here-we-come-not-quite-where-we-started-from/comment-page-1#comment-52 Wirthx4 Thu, 11 Jan 2007 13:55:59 +0000 http://www.parham.org/2007/01/10/california-here-we-come-not-quite-where-we-started-from/#comment-52 We sang that song ALL the way through California when you were probably about 6 years old...that and asking the classic, age-old joke, "Why did the fly fly?", was the undoing of Auntie Joan. I don't think she ever really recovered completely. MRI's of her brain show a slight mental meltdown...that being said, what in the world would possess a single women over the age of 40 to fly to California on the red-eye in the middle of the night, and travel all over the great state in a station wagon with five children ranging in age from 6 to 15? Sounds like pure unadulterated torture to me... Between her and Fat Karen it's a miracle Mom had any friends at all...I don't know if you remember this, but Mom and Dad went to Virginia on a long weekend, and Fat Karen came to stay with us. We played crash cars in the kitchen, ate crap all weekend, and called that poor woman "Fat Karen" to her face...Ahhh...such great memories of my childhood! #3 We sang that song ALL the way through California when you were probably about 6 years old…that and asking the classic, age-old joke, “Why did the fly fly?”, was the undoing of Auntie Joan. I don’t think she ever really recovered completely. MRI’s of her brain show a slight mental meltdown…that being said, what in the world would possess a single women over the age of 40 to fly to California on the red-eye in the middle of the night, and travel all over the great state in a station wagon with five children ranging in age from 6 to 15? Sounds like pure unadulterated torture to me…

Between her and Fat Karen it’s a miracle Mom had any friends at all…I don’t know if you remember this, but Mom and Dad went to Virginia on a long weekend, and Fat Karen came to stay with us. We played crash cars in the kitchen, ate crap all weekend, and called that poor woman “Fat Karen” to her face…Ahhh…such great memories of my childhood! #3

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