coincidences,,,,

So i see hearts everywhere and i know he sends them to me.  Some people call it synchronicity I call it "dad saying hello"....at least i hope he is....ive had writers block for a long time but have been fortunate enough to have found people who have inspired me and given me strength to continue this blog and tell his story....

thanksgiving....

wasnt the same

my tarantula

    So for my 9th birthday i received a tarantula for a present, which was pretty cool to me and also served as a kick ass show and tell item as well as an easy animal to write papers about for elementary school papers.  Well as i got older the crickets we used to feed it would chirp at night keeping me awake so i would leave the spider in the kitchen or it would be in my dads room.  well weeks turned to months then years without me having the spider in my room.  fast forward 19 years and we still have the spider who now resides at my sisters apartment keeping her and my niece company.

whats in a name?

   so i share a name with my father and his father before.  I wear that as a badge of honor. Joseph Andre' Ouellette III will be something that will never let me forget my father....and I am proud of that.  A lot of people who didnt work with my old man or see how he was on a daily basis didnt realize how damn funny and goofy he was. He had nicknames for everyone, some we made up together, others were his own.  Not only nicknames but ballbusting was his second profession which is probably why chrisitine barbara and I are the way we are---luckily :).
     Everyday we go to F.W. Webb to get parts, one afternoon Jason happenned to say hey "dirtbag" or something to that effect to my dad....he looked around like DeNiro in "Taxi Driver" like "You talkin to me?"  and from that point on in dad's book jasons new Name was "DirtBag"-a tradition i will continue till the day i join my father in heaven.  Another thing i will never forget is every single time he would call randy in the warehouse he would call him a "big freak" cuz hes like 6 ft 5 and 270 lbs....to be continued-----work called---im back....so yeah Randy's a big freak.  Another nickname we made up together was for a truck driver named mike ferguson...i saw a clip from "saturday night live"  called celebrity jeopardy and burt reynolds changed his name to "Turd Ferguson" 1/2 way thru the game..so i told dad about that and mike was turd from then on...he was so funny...ha ha....no he loved the guys at webb's like family. so do i....He also called his friend olli "the king of ashby".....i remember (with a smile) seeing multiple rent checks shoved into envelopes labeled "the king"....my dad was the biggest ballbuster on earth....thats where i get it from and i do it proudly in his honor...he was so funny hed give chris rock a run for his money...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN6rjLcpBnI

cant sleep tonight.....

     I cant sleep tonight thinking of the eventuality of thanksgiving and how hard its going to be on everyone...i know me christine and barb plan on having a small get together to be together as a family and grieve...because lets face it it is a long process.  i think i might bring a green bean casserole and mashed potatoes.   I will never forget the pride our dad put into his thanksgiving turkey he would tend to it and baste it every hour.   it was his job that day.. he  always and i mean ALWAYS took care of everyone---we would have to beg him to sit down with us and eat and stop doing dishes and or serving people he was always on his feet making sure EVERYONE else was eating and their needs were met...I will miss that so much.....however much like your work ethic christine and i watched u cook and we will carry on the tradition dad... i love u....the picture below is of dad checking the turkey while barbara is trying to get him to take a good pic--and it was...<3 u guys

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw8W6hYGZ0E


i cant stop listening to this and thinking of christine.....i love u sis