The Rolling Pin Bakery is still in business which tickles me to death. After moving back to my hometown and the house I grew up in, it's nice to have a few things from the old days that are still around.
It was a treat to get doughnuts from the Rolling Pin and even though we didn't have a lot of money we ALWAYS ate well since both my parents grew up hungry. Compared to kids today we looked like rag muffins the way we dressed but we didn't really care (as long as they didn't try to put a damn dress on me I was happy). And we didn't have a lot of play things but we didn't need or want a whole lot either...I was tickled when I got a new bike and didn't have to ride my sister's old one. We got toys at Christmas and little in between...
Geez, I can ramble. Anyway, we got whatever we wanted to eat and I'm thankful for that. The Rolling Pin made fresh doughnuts daily (and still does) and they were awesome (and still are). Lots of times Mom would buy a dozen in the afternoon and we weren't allowed to have any until the next morning.
Once when Brat and I were were still quite young (8 or 9?) she spent the night with me and we couldn't wait for the next morning because there was a dozen chocolate long johns waiting for us. Before we went to sleep we got the brainstorm of our life. Why not set the alarm for 3 in the morning to make sure we got our share before the rest of my family awoke?
So, that's exactly what we did. Except we couldn't just stop with one or even two or even three... oh, shit...WE ATE THEM ALL. And then we promptly went back to bed. Mom awoke and was she ever confused and PISSED. It took her all of about 3 seconds to decide who the culprits were. Talk about a rude awakening! I still don't mention it around her today. (Damn woman sure can hold a grudge is all I can say.)
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are we not just the sweetiest little thangs!
I remember when we were in third grade
Didn’t we always laugh?
Swinging double
Getting in trouble
Climbing trees
Skinning our knees
Chocolate long johns, digging for treasure, and Morris code
Wasn’t it great to be eight years old?
I remember when we were in middle school
Didn’t we do such crazy things?
Racing the train
Playing in the rain
Cartwheels all the way to school
We were so cool
Frances and Robbie, changes, anger, and pain
Everything to lose and nothing to gain?
I remember when we were seniors
Didn’t we have any fear at all?
Behind the bandroom during lunch
Hangin’ with the crazy bunch
Poetry class
Full of sass
Shauntee, Journey, Mr. Coleman, and the bathroom trick
Why did we have to grow up so damn quick?
I remember the good times and the bad
Has it really been over 30 years we share?
My oldest and dearest friend
My love to you I do send
No greater friendship can be found
Our minds, our hearts, and our souls are bound
And that I’m trying so hard to say
I’m thankful the Lord sent you my way.
Can I touch you? Are you out of touch? Can I take you out for awhile? Can I bring you into the light? Come on, hold me tight... Are you afraid of the Dangerous Types?
Brat & Critter
are we not just the sweetiest little thangs!
This is us...
Our favorite places to wander around
- Abandoned
- Bug-Lambchop-David or come up with your own!
- Channeled Paintings & Art in Nature
- Chocolate&Peanut center Hard Sweet shell on the OUTSIDE
- CircusLife
- Clarise - The Other bestest Friend in the World
- Eclectic
- Eddies
- Green Lib
- Greenery in Baghdad
- I give a RatsAss about Susie
- Ink Spots
- Jb3LL3
- Live from Iraq
- Lushy
- Pud
- Pure Light
- Random tantrums
- Seeing Earth (w/2 dollar bill eyes)
- Shawns
- Site Feed
- SoozieQ
- StevenNovak
- Swampy Things
- YPS!
- ~d
My Friend, I remember…
Didn’t we always laugh?
Swinging double
Getting in trouble
Climbing trees
Skinning our knees
Chocolate long johns, digging for treasure, and Morris code
Wasn’t it great to be eight years old?
I remember when we were in middle school
Didn’t we do such crazy things?
Racing the train
Playing in the rain
Cartwheels all the way to school
We were so cool
Frances and Robbie, changes, anger, and pain
Everything to lose and nothing to gain?
I remember when we were seniors
Didn’t we have any fear at all?
Behind the bandroom during lunch
Hangin’ with the crazy bunch
Poetry class
Full of sass
Shauntee, Journey, Mr. Coleman, and the bathroom trick
Why did we have to grow up so damn quick?
I remember the good times and the bad
Has it really been over 30 years we share?
My oldest and dearest friend
My love to you I do send
No greater friendship can be found
Our minds, our hearts, and our souls are bound
And that I’m trying so hard to say
I’m thankful the Lord sent you my way.
22 comments:
I love me some Rolling Pin donuts!
You'll have to check out the following links about that wunnerful bakery:
http://yourpackagingsucks.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-all-started-with-paper-rocket-or_24.html
http://yourpackagingsucks.blogspot.com/2005/09/anatomy-of-birthday-cake-part-ii-plus.html
Will do!!
That was awesome!!! I liked that a lot...you ought to make a kid's book out of that blog. Seriously...
I have toyed with the thought of trying to publish a children's book. I write stories for my boys class now and then and they refer to me as "our author." hehe
Then do it!!! I think it's a cool one and as a exteacher a thinker for little kids...
going to get mutton..that's a good blog subject!
Mmmm, mutton.
yeh know Critter... I remember that night SO well. I remember laying in bed and talking about setting the alarm.. didn't we even have to get Sissys?? Seems like you didn't have one and we had to get UP and go get one?? anyway.. I remember eating the donuts. But I don't remember anything about the next morning. Was I promptly sent home? Cause nothing.. I have no memory of your mom being mad or anything. I don't even remember US talking about it for a very long time afterward.
and Bloggy... I don't know why you don't send some of your writings off.. shit, its just postage.
I don't remember getting Sissy's alarm but I KNOW I didn't own one at that age so you're probably right about that. I do remember laying there talking about it. And I do remember mom waking us up ranting and raving about it the next morn. I also remember us sitting together afterward in one livingroom chair(skinny little imps, weren't we?) watching Sat. morning cartoons and trying to blend into the furniture...so I guess you weren't given the boot...
And your right Bloggy trying to publish...Does Bloggy have a fear of rejection? Does Bloggy need therapy? Or does Bloggy just need stamps?
hum... I'm sure we were trying to blend into the furniture. I would suppose the entire family was mad as hell at us. But I really don't remember anything being said...
AND... Bloggy needs both, money to purchase stamps... and therapy. But if we give him therapy, his stories wouldn't be as good.
Amen to that last comment.
Praise the Lord and call Mom!! Bloggy has found Jesus!
That's funny, but let's not bring her into the picture, shall we?
Picture? That reminds me of that creepy one you have of her.
And just for reference, I never just "call" mom.... there has to be a death or something along those lines.
I'm reading the gizzard story.. how did I miss that one. That is funnier than shit.
Shit, let's not get any death talk going.
Not sure how you missed the gizzard story. Bone Machine is definatly one funny bastard.
your the one that brought up calling mom.. I was just tellin ya I had no desire.
I know Bone is fucken hilarious, but I missed this story somehow... laughted my ass off.
HE ATE GIZZARDS!!! Man, the thought makes my stomach come up in my throat.
And now the DOJ knows all about him and his geezer gizzard ways.
Gotta go check out "the rest of the story"....
Framed isn't exactly the word I would use... if I see a fried or otherwise cooked piece of intestine... I KNOW what it is. No one needs to point it out to me.
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