tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post5026470208480680232..comments2023-09-25T02:35:10.382-07:00Comments on El Donaldo's Blogo: Workin' for the man! Part OneThe Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15779957835081982728noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-9619703653194711692008-06-18T20:16:00.000-07:002008-06-18T20:16:00.000-07:00Don,I know .. this is a comment on an OLD post. B...Don,<BR/>I know .. this is a comment on an OLD post. But, I just discovered your blog (thanks Randy). I have to comment on this post ... only because, it turns out that you and I have some things in common. First, I knew Iva Julson (How many of your readers can claim that?) For about 3 years, she was my TC Herald "Pimp." I am impressed however, because I would never have remembered her name.<BR/><BR/>Hearing it now sends chills up my spine ... mainly because she always had to hound me for my monthly payment.<BR/><BR/>Part of the problem is that I also delivered in the old part of town ... collections took weeks since they involved long sessions with the neighborhood seniors eating cookies and listening to stories. Although, your licorice story about Lee Rose takes the cake (of course I knew him too, so I can appreciate it).<BR/><BR/>My best collection story involves Dennis Green (do you remember him?). For some reason I had him with me one day when I stopped by for a collection. It was at a house that was extremely untidy (I'll tell you the name offline .. you knew them). Anyways, she always gave me cookies with my payment ... which, I always threw in the bushes after turning the corner. However, on this day, Dennis took a huge bite out of his cookie before I could warn him. The cookie turned out to be 1 part cookie, two parts hair. Needless to say ... he ended up barfing all over the sidewalk. "Hair Cookie!" I ran into Dennis last year, and that was the story we talked about. Yuck.<BR/><BR/>Sorry for the long comment ... <BR/><BR/>BTW ... I like the mullet ... of course, I sported one that was very similar.Smittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16460227063097723254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-1573140189697565412008-05-02T21:43:00.000-07:002008-05-02T21:43:00.000-07:00Love the mullet!!!! Now that's funny.Love the mullet!!!! Now that's funny.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-63123278295281605622008-04-30T21:51:00.000-07:002008-04-30T21:51:00.000-07:00Donald,You got WAY too much time on your hands...H...Donald,<BR/><BR/>You got WAY too much time on your hands...Hillarious post though. Nice mullett you freak...Randyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08159607071794650389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-80403450335714010752008-04-30T16:01:00.000-07:002008-04-30T16:01:00.000-07:00Don- you do write good:) I totally see you being a...Don- you do write good:) I totally see you being a journalist:) Stock broker and state representative too!!!!!!!!!<BR/>Rob and I are cracking up at the picture...I cannot believe you did so many people on that paper route...That is so awesome....<BR/>Cracking up at you with your selling cards, candy!!!!!!!! SO FUNNYAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-2211637066730037272008-04-30T09:15:00.000-07:002008-04-30T09:15:00.000-07:00First of all love the hair. You left a comment on ...First of all love the hair. <BR/>You left a comment on my blog about Amy's connections blog. It is a small world. Your parents also live around the corner from my parents. My kids love to trick or treat at your mom and dads. <BR/><BR/>You are a good writer. This story is great! I cannot wait for the next part.hatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759777741358743601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-27107794943835237662008-04-29T22:59:00.000-07:002008-04-29T22:59:00.000-07:00That picture speaks a thousand words. It looks li...That picture speaks a thousand words. It looks like it could be someone that lived in a playhouse in the back of their parents house. J/K. Love the hair and the smile. So professional. The whole career story is so great. You really have made some sweet moola over the years in some very interesting ways. How come they don't have articles like that anymore? That was way colorful. You are a great verbose writer. Very funny and entertaining for sure. Part 2 better be good.Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02892472931655519485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-28620215708592508282008-04-29T16:48:00.000-07:002008-04-29T16:48:00.000-07:00P.P.S. Make it REALLY LARGE PRINT because she is ...P.P.S. Make it REALLY LARGE PRINT because she is almost blind and it would be great if she could read it for herself. I'm talking like so big it would take up at least six pages. <BR/>Love MomSuzanSayzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545369244955105549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-45018260380964121452008-04-29T16:45:00.000-07:002008-04-29T16:45:00.000-07:00Oh P.S. you should print out a copy of this and s...Oh P.S. you should print out a copy of this and send it to dear Sister Rose. It would make her day! And since she is one of the sweetest 80-something people I know, It would be wonderful to make her day!SuzanSayzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545369244955105549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-42001208063918924302008-04-29T16:43:00.000-07:002008-04-29T16:43:00.000-07:00I was going to do a blog on you and Heidi selling ...I was going to do a blog on you and Heidi selling gummy worms and red[should I say it] flavored sticks that look like licorice sticks except they aren't licorice sticks because only licorice is licorice.<BR/>One thing you didn't mention about the selling of said candy is that the reason I stopped being your supplier ie; the one with the money and the Costco card. Was because of the blatant imbezzeling of product.<BR/>Oh and one thing more. I get credit too, for driving you around on Sunday mornings. In fact I think I did it more often than Dad did.<BR/>You have had quite the checkered money-making career over the years.SuzanSayzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09545369244955105549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-9550785651151533112008-04-29T12:08:00.000-07:002008-04-29T12:08:00.000-07:00Wow, Donald! You're a fantastic writer! When I g...Wow, Donald! You're a fantastic writer! When I got to the point of the "3 readers that are still with me right now", I thought you could have kept going! I was cracking up and wanted to hear more. I can't wait for the Fast Food Years Edition.<BR/><BR/>My 9 year old is BEGGING me for a paper route. He has much of the same characteristics you had at the same age regarding money. What to do, what to do. <BR/><BR/>Love your picture in the paper! Classic!meohmyershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11057104989042404465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-56972740221165125082008-04-29T08:54:00.000-07:002008-04-29T08:54:00.000-07:00Donald, Donald, Donald. I knew you were funny, bu...Donald, Donald, Donald. I knew you were funny, but I think I broke my computer desk from pounding on it. Nice post you dweeb. Love the mullet. You've gotta do a post about all your girlfriends through the ages. You probably had as many girlfriends as you had jobs. Remember the blind date you set me up on with one of your girlfriends' friends? Dana or something? Ahhh, youth.Mitchellaus Copernicushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13750817190353318001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-3489932590445441922008-04-29T08:02:00.000-07:002008-04-29T08:02:00.000-07:00Oh, and it just occurred to me also, that Mad Jack...Oh, and it just occurred to me also, that Mad Jack's (the incredible ice cream place in my 'hood) makes a Licorice ice cream, that is one of my absolute favorite flavors. I have a pint in the freezer right now - I'll have to have some in honor of Lee Rose!Mike 'n' Cindy Brinkerhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02225805694908247063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-36748905403059056462008-04-29T07:43:00.000-07:002008-04-29T07:43:00.000-07:00I've always been somewhat forgiving on the licoric...I've always been somewhat forgiving on the licorice thing, of course that's probably because I wasn't ordained to the sacred order of the licorice anti-defamation league... So I'll sometimes let the red stuff slide by. But then there are the people who just go too far and call Twizlers licorice. That stuff is NOT worthy of the licorice title!!Mike 'n' Cindy Brinkerhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02225805694908247063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-82945346739621691452008-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:002008-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:00nice hairnice hairUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12521277441954331329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187788968383952041.post-54001622971910149922008-04-28T22:33:00.000-07:002008-04-28T22:33:00.000-07:00Something about that post made me feel like I was ...Something about that post made me feel like I was reading a Henry Huggins book. Didn't he have a paper route??? I don't recall him ever winning the prestigious 'Paper Carrier of the Year' award.<BR/>Oh yes...and my reaction when I read the word licorice..."oh no...here it comes!"<BR/>Just so everyone knows...he isn't over exagerrating. He has sworn to educate the world. He goes on and on about red licorice not really being licorice. Beware.Lisa Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09062258358149084222noreply@blogger.com