When in doubt, blame the cat

Me, Christmas 1968 I’m not going to lie. Being the baby is not such a bad deal. Sure, there are some drawbacks that I’m reminded of when my youngest, Michelle, brings up that pertain to her and I say, “Oh yeah, I remember feeling that way.” But overall. It’s kind of awesome. The good stuff : As the youngest of 5 kids my parents were so broken down after having stressful experiences with my hippie sister, Lynn, and my sorta lazy-but-really-just-not-motivated brother, Rick, that by the time this blond haired, blue eyed chubster came along…I was pretty much much spoiled…

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Jennifer…nice to meet you!

My parents were big on tradition and naming their children after family members. Some of us more than others.  I’m not so convinced some of us were especially “named after” someone or if my mother simply liked the name and referred to the person in the family who shared the name as inspiration for it. I don’t think my father really had much to do with the process, quite honestly. Dad was pretty laid back and mild mannered and as long as he didn’t hate the name, I think the final decision was up to my mother. The Horner Children…

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I’m in a Hollywood state of mind

As far back as I can remember I wanted to work in the movie or tv business. Or be a drummer. Like Karen Carpenter. She didn’t just sing, ya know. Look it up. I remember wanting to be a “camera man.” I knew that I wanted to work behind the scenes in some capacity and I didn’t know what any of the options were, so I thought I’d go with that one until I knew more about the business. Then I discovered I really liked to write. I was (and am still) so much better in expressing myself in writing…

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