Corvette cont

In yesterdays post, I told a story of the Corvette and ME, the drag racing queen. The 3rd photo in the collage is my 17 year old son, Daniel, Bob and I are standing by the staged cars, the 68 Olds Cutlass belonged to Daniel. No we did not race, but we all three wanted to. Bob was a drag racer, as in trips to Indy and other drag strips, back in the Day before he took on my two teen sons, along with me.

You can tell by the three cars at the top, we both loved fast cars. This is the car below that we replaced with the Corvette. It was an Opel GT, we called it the Baby Vette... OH BABY! I loved that little car and lucky me, Bob loved fast women me enough to take on crazy teens and a crazy wife.

See that red, 1970 Chevy Blazer? We named it Blaze, because it could blaze a black spot on the pavement with the touch of a toe.. It had the ability to raise the front 2 wheels in the air when I scratched off quickly, It also made a nice Sound while doing it...  Yes! Bob was not only a racer, he built race cars. Need I say More?

Bob once drove this Opel so fast over a railroad track, it went air bound, and the battery fell out when we came down so hard. He dragged it a few feet and stopped, replaced the battery in its container, used pliers to pinch the radiator together, where the battery poked a hole and we drove home.
There is something about a low to the ground, fast car, that makes it hard to keep off the gas pedal. It seems I was at one time MadDriver. Way back before I became MadSnapper

NOT TO WORRY! I am safe! I can't get down and into these low riders now and I drive a box of an SUV.. I end with this little tidbit.... I have never had a ticket! But I can't count how many Bob got.

Truth or Fiction

Cassandra stepped from the living room down into the garage. The shiny 78 Corvette waited. The garage was small, meant for a single car only. She slipped between the work bench and the gleaming Vette, opening the door carefully so as not to ding the expensive paint. Settling into the leather bucket seat, with a sigh of joy, she reached to the dash board for sunglasses, sliding them in place and yanking the open-topped white baseball cap down to touch the glasses. 

She turned the key and sat listening with a smile on her face, to the throaty sound of the V8 engine, as with foot on the gas, she pushed the pedal up and down. Vroom! Vroom! Releasing the emergency break, she let the car roll slowly to the end of the driveway. The door opened and she climbed out and removed the tops, one at a time, storing them carefully, one each on top of the washer and dryer.

The sun was bright on the Florida morning, her shopping trip included a morning of several stops. Each time she made a purchase, she had to return home, store the purchase and drive to the next stop. With the tops off, there was no way to leave items untended in the car. It was worth the extra trips, just for the joy of the loud engine, and the sun in her face. Each trip home lengthened her time of driving for sheer pleasure.

Sitting at a traffic signal on the double wide boulevard, a car pulled up in the other lane. Glancing over she saw two young, very young, teenaged boys. She notice the young because she had just turned 40. The boys waved and gave her 2 thumbs up as they devoured the Corvette with their eyes. She returned the thumbs up because their car was a 68 GTO. Her eyes connected with the eyes of the boy behind the wheel, as with a huge grin, he revved his V8, Vroom! Vroom! 

She answered with her Vroom! Vroom!

The light turned green, both cars were OFF, racing side by side, the boys screaming words she could not hear! Her heart raced, her mouth stretched into a huge grin. the Corvette easily pulled half a car length in front, she was beating that GTO! 

Suddenly, her brain said, What are you doing? You are in the middle of down town St Petersburg! 

this is dangerous, and against the law!

She backed off the gas and waved as the teens passed on ahead, waving out their windows!

The End

Truth or Fiction?  IT WAS ME! As a child I intended to change my name to Cassandra, but never did. 

Our fleet of three. to be cont tomorrow

Living with Santa - BeauSpeak on Selfie sunday

  this post was scheduled for Dec 22, pulled because I was really sick and so was Mama. sorry about the Santa thing in January. ho ho ho

Mama and Daddy got married in 1985, in 1986 they bought a 78 Corvette, and two red shirts and 2 Santa Hats, and went riding around with the T-tops off and that started the whole thing is 6 dogs who have lived with Santa since then.  Corvette Photos HERE

I came along in 2020 and this is my 4th Christmas living with Daddy Santa and Mama Sandra Claus

Santa uses our living room for doing repairs to toys

Mama told me Daddy Santa was changing the time on his watch for this candid shot he never knew she took

2007

Way back before I lived here Mama Sandra Claus was Santa at the Nursing Home for 7 years. She love them they loved her.

Mama collects Santas, because she is one and married one and has had 6 k-9 Clauses

I am called K9 6-Claus because Santa Claus and Sandra Claus are my pawrentz.

Tomorrow we will show you by Claus Siblings

The Way We Were....and ARE

When Bob and I married in 1985 at age 40 and 48, we spent every moment in the sun, on the beach, we both worked long hours and every Tuesday morning, we went out to breakfast at Bif Burger. Bif's had a grill, the kind they used to have in bars, and opened early for breakfast, cooked to order on that grill.

Early AM, we lifted the tops off the corvette, fitted our bodies into the seats, propped our arms on the doors, and off we went. the ride was about 6 minutes.

We talk a lot, really a lot, then and now. we are cruising and talking, and we drove under an overpass and as the shadow crossed our heads, I said "is there an overpass on the way to Bif's?" Bob's answer was "no!"

we laughed hysterically as he swung around and we headed back, we had talked our way past 49th street for a total of a mile and never knew it until we went under the overpass.

BifBurger is still there, we miss it. and the Corvette. but then I am to old and creaky to climb in and out

The tall skinny dude is my 17 year old son that came with me into our marriage. Below is Bob, the reciever of the dual package when he married me.

a few months later, we were returning from Savannah to St Pete, in the small town of Baldwin, FL, and I said "look at those girls, it is freezing out here and they all 3 have on short shorts."
as we drove, I said "the road looks strange, there is no lip on the side of 301." bob said "it does look strange" I said "is there a red brick courthouse that says McKinney county on it on 301?"

guess who missed the left turn, AGAIN
we were driving the Grand Prix in 1986, see below the cars we owned in 86

I am telling this story to remind myself my Senior Moments have been going on since I was FORTY, so this makes me feel better when I spray my hair with eye glasses cleaner instead of hair spray and slap at gnats flying around my head and realize they are floaters in my antique eyes.

This is what I got for my 60th birthday, we both love it.

This is our life, from Vette's to Trucks

1980 Chevy C-10

 

The group of photos my brother's wife mailed to me, took most of my weekend. After going through the box of old photos, I spent all morning Saturday, taking out all my albums and organizing, moving them into the bookcase under our TV and organizing the cabinet they were in... I found many photos in the albums I had forgotten we had.

We are all of us Truck People, in 1988, The black and white blazer at the back belonged to my 21 years old son Dan. The El Camino truck belonged to my son David, 23-year-old. the step side above was Bobs, but I loved it so much we sold my 78 grand Prix to David, because his El Camino Died Dead on the interstate and I took the Silver Truck naming it the Silver Bullet, due to the fact it had a 401 chevy big block and 4 in the floor transmission.

 Bob bought yet another truck, 1978 GMC Jimmy named James. the tires had 36 inch lifters and I had to rappel up and down to get in it. But I was 43 then. Now there is no way to get me up in it. We sold the 64 Cadilac and bought a mattress, then bought the 78 Corvette in 1987 to lie in the garage he kept the old Cadillac in. None of us at that time had ever owned a new car...

I may or may not have gotten in a drag race with teens driving a 72 Chevy while shopping for groceries and may or may not have raced a man in a truck while driving the Corvette.  We all love speed.

Bob and I got our first ever new truck in 2004, for my 61st Birthday, that still sits in our garage

it still looks like New since it has lived its life inside a garage. And I let bob have it when I bought who knows what. the above truck, bob was driving over the sunshine skyway going to work, and a pelican dove into the windshield, and ended up in his lap, he drove on to work, his clothing and glass in his hair and beard, worked all day, had the insurance come out and put in a new windshield to drive home and I had to brush his hair to get the glass out. 

I think it was because the pelican thought it was blue sky, it was so high and reflected the sky in it.

2004 GMC Serria, 8 cylinder 354 engines. All of the above trucks were fast and gas guzzlers and now i realize we contributed to the climate change that is suffocating us with heat.

Now son Daniel and his wife have twin trucks, 2016 Dodge Ram Trucks. and i drive an Ugly 2007 Kia Sorento SUV. UGH..

ME, Myself and I

I am an award free blog, by personal choice and recently have had several bloggers offer them to me. I hope you do not take it personaly, I just prefer not to participate, my reasons are on the side bar.

ME 1944 3 months old

 But I will tell you Seven things about me you probably do not know

1. I drove a Big Rig, an 18 Wheeler in 1984

2. I talk a LOT now, but in high school, was bashful to the point of not eating in the cafeteria if my friend, Madeline (Mrs Snapper II)  was out that day. Now I can eat anywhere with or without people, and talk to strangers every where I go.

3. I refuse to ride a Ferris wheel or roller coaster-high places are not in my vocabulary and Scared Silly of the Dark, since childhood, still AM

ME 1946 2 years old

4.I  LOVE all things from the Wild Wild West and have since early childhood and LOVE books, blogging, beaches in that order.
5. I get very sick on planes and boats, so do not fly or float (the last time I flew was 1984 in a 4 seater, I got so sick the pilot had to tell the Airport we could not hold for 30 minutes, they let us land FIRST) and that was the last time for me

6. I love fast cars and once had a 68 Camaro and a 78 Corvette, now I drive a Saturn VUE

7. I love trains, love riding on trains, and rode them many times from birth to age 28.

MadSnapper's Dream

 I had a vivid dream...Truly I DID...

 I was in a really, really  big room. As a man painted the walls bright  green, another was hanging  red drapes on hundreds of windows, a third man was painting these beach chairs bright orange.

The paint brush swept back and forth, back and forth as  I screamed NO NO. not these colors... NOT...THES...COLORS and I woke up

As I tortured Bob by telling him in detail the dream......

I had and epiphany! ( feeling of sudden and striking realization) Just call me Issac Newton.

I thought..... Somewhere, someone will LOVE this color scheme... I mean there is a man here drives a bright orange CORVETTE, and a neighbor lives in lime green house.

there are people who love clutter and despise clutter. there are people with neat desks and sloppy desks. Wood, metal and roll around desks..

some like blinds, other like curtains and others don't want anything on their windows. Some leave the windows open, others close them..

Some love the walls covered in decorations, others want the walls with nothing.

Are you picking up what I am putting down?

All you need is love!

WHAT???? 30 steps away from the Autumn Aisle, they were loading these on the shelves, the garden shop was full of CHRISTMAS, on Sept 16,2023

I wonder how they got my hubby to pose for this doll.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB, TODAY IS HIS 87TH BIRTHDAY.

and I ate your Cake and Ice Cream

I am wondering if there is anyone who could stand to pass up the chance to have a Farmer Santa in their home. Or for that matter a Florida Santa?

Two Florida Santas, from 1988, arrived in the box of photos my brother sent to me this week. 

Our 2nd Christmas with Max, our 4th Christmas with each other, and we bought the red hats and shirts, to ride in the 78 Corvette in the evenings to look at Christmas Lights. We got lots of looks and greetings and waves! Fond Memories from the box of photos.

These photos were mailed to my parents in Savannah, Ga and true to mothers nature she saved everything. 

 

February 8, 2024 # 39

1984 on the back of the Tara J, his 28 foot cabin cruiser. 

 

Happy 39th Anniversary to US... We were married in the courthouse, in Bradenton, with my Aunt as a witness. The above photo is the only wedding picture taken. He wore jeans and a cowboy shirt because that is all he owned.

1986 My sons backyard wedding

for my sons wedding he had acquired dress pants and a white shirt. I bought it, he wore it.

Feb 9th 1985 birthday party at my aunts house. Skipper my jokester cousin. 
we called it our reception, we had all my family, and it was FREE and the day after we got married

1987 Christmas, we bought a Corvette and the shirts and hats were to ride with tops off and look at Christmas lights

Photos for the Church Directory.

I know this is crazy, but this is all but 2 others of photos of us together in a photo in 39 years

There are very few photos of us together, look at the face below and guess why???

2017