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Saturday night me and the missus did something we haven't ever done in our (almost) 23 years of marriage ... and no, it had nothing to do with copious amounts of lube ... you fucking pervs.

We went to a Halloween costume party, but not just any party. This party was a pimps 'n' ho's party. For the slower thinking among you, that means you dress up as a pimp or a ho. There was brisket and hot wings, chocolate covered strawberries, Jello shots, any kind of liquor or beer you could ask for, and my favorite ... '70s music ALL.FUCKING.NIGHT.LONG WOO-HOO!

My best friend is a guy named Marty B. We used to work together when I was a news producer in Lake Charles and I miss him terribly. He also throws a hell of a party. It was great getting to hang out again and have some fun ... and damn, did we have some fun! We ate, drank and socialized until the wee hours of the morning! It was fucking awesome. Thanks for inviting me Marty. We have to do that again sometime soon.

For those of you not fortunate enough to have made it to the party, here are a few pics. I have many more that I will post up on Flickr a bit later.

Me and my best friend Marty.

If the dance floor is a'rockin' ...

My two favorite costumes by far!

Oh, before I forget, Ryan and the band performed in the LaGrange High School marching festival. They got all "ones" which is the highest score you can get. Unfortunately, they didn't make "Best in Show." Okay, that's enough for now. What did you do for Halloween? Tell me about it and I'll talk to you tomorrow night. Love ya! And "expecially" you, Marty ... you big pimp daddy bee-yotch! Laters!

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 9:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

It has been eight days since my last confession. I gotta tell ya ... this work shit is really putting a crimp in my on-line godhood. I gotta do something about that.

Tomorrow is election day. If you read my last post, you know that the shit has hit the airwaves as far as political ads go. Well it has only gotten worse since then. Now we have a couple of guys going at it for a state senate job, I believe. One of them started running an ad against the other one, a former D.A., that accuses him of letting a sex offender off the hook and then taking a contribution from the offenders dad. They also are running an ad talking about how he made a plea bargain with a murderer ... with the murderer (voiced by an actor, not the real murderer) saying "Yeah, thanks Mr. Politico dude. I appreciate only having to serve five years for murder. I'd vote for you ... if I could vote." God, I hate political ads.

On the other hand, we have a race for Lieutenant Governor between U.S. Senator Mary Landrieu's brother Mitch (the current Lt. Gov) and ... if you can believe this ... Sammy Fucking Kershaw! You know Sammy right? If you are a country music fan you do. Sammy had hits with "Queen of my Double Wide Trailer," "Third Rate Romance," "Yard Sale" and at least a dozen more, up to and including last years "Tennessee Girl." He is also a relative of Cajun fiddler extraordinaire, Doug Kershaw and is currently married to Lorrie Morgan who was the wife of Keith Whitley, a great singer who died way too young from alcohol poisoning. He was thirsty ... a lot ... and it's a shame.

Anyway, I'm kinda excited about this race. See the Lt. Gov.'s job in Louisiana is mainly to bring tourism dollars into the state and to be an ambassador for the state to the nation and world. I mean they do a lot more, but I don't think they are involved in day-to-day policy making or anything like that. If that is the case, how cool would it be to have someone like Sammy Kershaw in the office? I think he could do a lot for the state, just with the connections he has in the music industry. I'll let you know how that works out Sunday.

Next subject. I got home last night and Josh was sitting in front of the tube as is usual on his day off. Yesterday was his payday and the X360 was humming! I sat down and started checking my Bloglines and E-mail when I just happened to glance up and see this buxom babe in a bikini flaunting her shit across the screen ... WTF?

My son bought "Dead or Alive: Xtreme 2" ... girls beach volleyball ... and if there is a character that has less than C+++ or D boobs, I'll eat the box it came in. Here's the blurb on the box:

The Dead or Alive Girls are back and they're having a blast on Zack Island! Slip your favorite girl into one of hundreds of tasty swimsuits, then engage in exciting sports and tropical leisure activities throughout the island, building friendships with the other girls. Need a vacation? Get away from it all with the girls of Dead or Alive: Xtreme 2!

I guess that answers the question about his sexual orientation. I had no idea he needed a vacation so bad!

I have to go to our homecoming game. I'll write more tomorrow or Sunday, but until then let me leave you with a bit of offensive drawing. Enjoy!

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 7:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I don't know if I told you all this, but the transmission in my car blew up a week or so ago. Danna and I have been sharing a car until I get it fixed which may be a while. She works nights and I work days so there is a lot of time spent on the road. I drive to work in the morning, then take off to come back and get her, take her to work, come home at 5 p.m. and then back again to pick her up at 11 p.m. We get to bed and start the whole thing over again. Did I mention she works about four towns over? It's about a 35-40 minute drive each way. Thank God Tauruses (Tauri?) get decent gas mileage.

Normally when I'm on the road, I listen to audio books on my iPod, but when she and/or the boys are with me, we listen to the radio. Louisiana has an important election coming up on the 20th so every commercial break is packed with politicos telling us why we should vote for them and what shitheels their opponents are for daring to want the same job as they are seeking.

I don't go into it a lot on the blog, but I am pretty politically active and savvy. I used to get up on Sundays and watch every political show that came on -- "Meet the Press," ABC's "This Week," Fox News Sunday" and CNN's "Late Edition" -- while reading the Sunday paper cover to cover. I guess it was the old news guy in me. The point is, I know politics and have heard my share of pandering and spurious claims from those willing to spend millions of dollars to get a job that pays less than $200 K per year.

We have a guy named John Georges who is running for Governor this year. Now I gotta say that most of the time these days, I kinda tune out the political ads but this one brought me out of my reverie with a bang. It starts out telling about how Georges is not your typical politician. Gives his qualifications: schools graduated from, jobs held, etc. then moves on to why we should like him cuz, well, you know, he's just like you and me!

He's been endorsed by the NRA, He loves his kids and doesn't kick the cat. He puts his pants on one leg at a time ... and they are JEANS, not Armani. Then this ... and I quote: "He GETS Nascar ..."

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I snapped out of contemplating my navel and asked the wife "WHAT the fuck did he just say?

She looked over and said "He gets Nascar."

"And why the fuck should I give a shit about that?" I asked. "Is that supposed to be high on my requirements for the man or woman I hope will give Louisiana back a little bit of it's dignity and pull us out of the gutter?"

"He's just trying to pull in the Redneck vote, I guess," she said.

"So I should run for office then: Hi, my name's Tommy. I don't pull the wings off of flies OR beat my kids ... very often. Vote for me."

"Nah ... It'd never work, you like cross dressing occasionally. Rednecks wouldn't like that. Besides, you're a Nascar fan yourself!"

"Yes I am, and proudly so! But I'm not ignorant enough to think that fact is so fucking important that I needed to mention it in order to get into the Governor's mansion!"

"So you gonna vote for him?"

"Hell NO!"

"Why not?"

"Well, first off, I hate politicians that will say whatever they think it will take to get elected, which in my opinion knocks out about 90 percent of the pack. But him being a liar isn't the worst thing."

"And what would be the worst thing?"

"Shit, he's probably a Jeff Gordon fan. How could I ever vote for someone with such a weak character as that? "

"Well, hell, Tommy. You're a Greg Biffle fan, and I stay married to you!"

"Yeah, but you just like the way I look in heels and a mini-skirt."

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 8:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

I was just over at rose princess' blog. She is a former colleague and a good friend. She is also the wife of an Army captain who is getting ready to deploy, again, to fight the War on Terror.

Her post reminded me of something.

I was stationed at Edwards Air Force Base, California, back in 1989. My grandmother had been there for a visit. We took her to LA and walked down Hollywood and Vine Streets, visited Mann's Chinese Theater and toured Universal Studios among other things.

We had just seen her off at LAX and were almost home when Danna told me, no, forced me to pull off the side of the road so she could throw up out the open door.

She was pregnant again.

I loved where I was but hated it at the same time, if you can understand that. I had recently (before I knew she was preggers) put in for an assignment. I chose to volunteer for a world-wide, remote assignment which means that the Air Force could basically send me wherever the fuck they wanted. Also, that meant that I would have (within reason) my choice of assignments when I came back stateside. It was the quickest and easiest way to get out of Cali and it worked.

I was picked for a remote (no family accompaniment) to Korea. It's the Gunn family luck. Long story short: She would stay with my mom and dad while I was gone. My ship-out date coincided with the projected date of Ryan's birth. The last month before my departure, we made about eight trips from Cali to Louisiana to get her shit moved and make sure she got into the hospital system at Fort Polk. The last two weeks we were going to the hospital just about every other day. She was about two weeks overdue and we were worried that I would have to leave before the baby was born, and I did NOT want that.

They decided to induce labor so that I would be able to see my son before I left. We checked into the hospital at 6 a.m. June 14, 1990 and Ryan took his first breath about two hours later. He was beautiful and a week later, I was on a plane to Korea.

Fast forward a year later. I arrive at Houston International Airport and the family is there to meet me ... including a one-year old son that doesn't know me from Adam. He screamed and pulled away from me when I took him in my arms. It broke my fucking heart. I think I cried.

Through the years he warmed up to me and both my sons and I grew to be great friends. My wife and others say Ryan is just.like.me. I take pride in that for some perverse reason but today, I realized that is not necessarily a good thing.

You see, Ryan got suspended from school for three days today.

He went to buy a bag of chips from the vending machine and they got stuck. "What did he do, Tommy?" Yeah, I know that's what your asking. Well, the machines are bolted to the floor so he couldn't shake them. So instead of going to a teacher or someone else to tell them about it, he broke the glass and got his chips which proves to me that the "nature versus nurture" argument is proven. It's nature. Genetics rule. He certainly has my DNA flowing through his body. You see, I used to rip off the coke machines on a regular basis. Given 15 minutes, I could empty a coke machine of two cases of product and not think twice about it.

On the other hand, this is the first time he has ever been in trouble in his life. Well, at least trouble that caused a suspension. If that is the worst thing he does, I can handle it. My mom called me to tell me that the school had called her office looking for me. I don't know why they didn't just call my cell, but I left work early praying he hadn't gotten in a fight or had to be taken to the hospital for some reason.

I got home and he met me in the driveway and told me immediately what he did and what happened. If he felt comfortable enough to talk to me about that, then I feel that we have a good relationship. Yeah, his ass is grass and he will be punished, but he knows that he can tell me everything that happens to him, good or bad. That he is comfortable coming to me with shit like this speaks volumes to me about our relationship and that makes me happy. Maybe I'm full of shit, but I'm proud to see the man he's growing into.

I just regret that we didn't get off to a closer start.

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 7:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I have just been reading my last post and I feel like I have to apologize. Some of the shit there sounds almost accusatory and wasn't meant to be. In my defense, I had been up almost 24 hours, had first contact with the SIL that said she was going to give me a piece of her mind if I dared show up to their house last Christmas (the reunion went really well, by the way) and had taken my Ambien about a half hour before I posted. Not to mention the fact that I really do like my MIL and was worried sick about this surgery.

If it came off as snooty, bitchy or in any other way non-appreciative, I do apologize and I thank those of you who have commented.

So how is she? She had a bout of dementia last night and they are worried about her blood sugar. She is a diabetic and they started her on IV-administered insulin. Today was a better day, but she is still in ICU. We are hoping she will get into a regular room tomorrow.

Again, thanks for all your support and sorry if I sounded like an asshole. I didn't mean to.

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 7:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Thanks everybody, even you lurkers who didn't comment. It looks like the MIL surgery went well. I know it sucks that you read a bit of a post like this and don;t feel comfortable commenting. I know that inside, you were with us and I appreciate that.

In the future, I don't expect glowing praise or sentiments of a full recovery or anything you don't feel comfortable sayin, but I would like to know that I reached you and that you are thinking about us, even with an e-mail or phone call. I love you all. Her name is Anita, she is 78 and the widow of a veteran of three world wars, (Actually, World War II, Korea, and Vietnam ... I presided in my Air Force Uniform at his funeral and was proud to do so.) If you come out of the wood work and leave a comment, I will print, bind and present your well wishes to her. I promise and will get a response back to you on her feeling about your comments.

The doctors took the core out of the tumor using a procedure where they went through her nose. She was in good spirits going into the surgery and when I finally saw her after she arrived in ICU, she was awake, coherent, but looked like she had just been through.brain surgery, DUH. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was a huge bandage under her nose to prevent the bleeding. She was given jello as that night's meal

She looked a little confused at what was going on. That may have had to do with three sisters in the room and the cacophony of opinions, questions and Ideas when all MIL wanted was to get some water or ice to soothe her throat after having a tube shoved down her gullet over the past two (plus) hours.

PLUS, they performed the surgery through her nose so that ingress of oxygen and exhalation of carbon monoxide was severely restricted, She had to breathe through her mouth. That could have been why all she wanted was something to soothe her throat! DUH! But when there are several daughters in there trying to question the ICU staff, sometimes the patient's wishes get overlooked. That seemed to be what was going on here, but can you blame the sisters? It was their mom. I just think we should pay attention to Anita, find out her wishes and needs and fight for them while she conserves her strength and voice ... but that's just me.

The upcoming tests are on whether the tumor was benign or malignant and what effect the surgery is going to have on her. We will see ... but she is alive, well, conscious and coherent. She will not be able to blow her nose, sneeze or a number of things we take for granted for the next several weeks and will have to go back in for another MRI IN SIX WEEKS to see how the tumor wall is behaving. We will have to watch that. She will also be restricted in her daily doings for a while. Luckily there are enough of us to make sure that her shit gets done (taking out the trash, bathing, dishes, hair appointments, etc.)

Do me a favor,

De lurk.

Put a message in the comment section. I'll give them to her. I think that will make her feel better knowing that complete strangers (to her) are hoping for a quick and total recovery. Again, no pressure if you don't wanna, but I think it would mean a lot to her ... and might get me back in the will. JUST KIDDING, JUST FUCKING KIDDING!

I love her, and I want her better and I am (again and again) asking for your help. Thanks in advance for your assistance and if you don't? We're still best friends ... I promise.

Later

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 11:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

It's 10:30 p.m. and I just took my Ambien and I want to bang this out before the Ambien bangs ME out. Yeah, I'm a responsible guy, huh? I must wanna make sure I get to work on time. Pfffft! Think about it! this is ME we're talking about, besides, I have the next couple of days off. More on that in a second.

Tonight was the premier of "The Next Iron Chef." Now, I love to cook and I love watching Food Network, especially "Iron Chef America" and anything with Alton Brown in it. When it comes to other shows like "Hells Kitchen" or "Top Chef," I catch them occasionally, but not all the time.

I have been anticipating this for weeks and I have to tell you, it didn't disappoint. I know of several of the chefs competing and it looks like it's gonna be a BLAST! As of tonight, I have my money on John Besh. He owns a couple of restaurants in New Orleans. Not that I'm showing any preference for the home-town boy, I just like his style.

Also worth keeping an eye on, in my humble opinion, are Michael Symon and Jill Davie. Traci Des Jardins was the first to exit, but she was stuck trying to make a savory desert using salmon roe. Sorry, Traci. I'm really looking forward to the rest of the mini-series.

A friend of mine and some of yours, Moose, turned 30 Sunday. She spent her birthday with her mother who is slipping fast. Read Moose's blog to find out the particulars. Those of you who know her, drop by and give her a word of encouragement, won't you? Those of you who don't, send a prayer or something for her please.

Tomorrow, I am off work because my MIL is undergoing surgery. No one seems to think it is a very big deal and even though she is going to have to stay in the hospital for at least one night, they are calling it outpatient surgery. I don't know about that. I am not familiar with the particulars of the diagnosis, but I do know that when I hear the words brain, tumor and surgery in the same sentence, I get a little worried. Me, my wife and kids are going to the hospital to be with her and the other sisters that have come in. If you have any good thoughts left, think one for her. She has always been awesome to me and I love her very much.

I'll let you know how things are progressing later, right now, I'm heading to bed. G'nite, and thanks.

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 10:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

... and it's 87 fucking degrees in Louisiana. Oh, and with the heat index? It feels like it's 94.

I just broke a sweat clipping my fingernails.

Would a few of you in the northern section of the country turn your fans on high and point them toward the south ... pretty please?

I'll just be here stewing in my own juices waiting on the breeze.

Thanks

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And can I say "IT'S ABOUT DAMNED TIME!"? Bring it baby! Let's kick some ICE!

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 8:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

This week is banned book week.

I don't know if you know this about me, but I am totally a staunch defender and supporter of the first amendment (along with the second, third, fourth, fifth ... you get the point.) but being a member of the communications media (I was a radio DJ for 12 years, a television news producer and photographer for three years after that and now am a print journalist) I hold the first amendment near and dear.

Doesn't matter to me if its speech, writings or marching in protest while burning the president in effigy to make your point of view known. My philosophy is that we exist in the realm of ideas and the more voices we have contributing to that conversation, the better society is for that.
Now that doesn't mean I don't think some people aren't full of shit sometimes. Nor does it mean that I agree with everyone else's point of view on every issue. It does mean I would die for your right to show the world what that point of view is, whether couched in logic or ignorance.

An example: I was on a local newspaper's website the other day reading a story about the "Jena 6." The Jena 6 are a group of six black students who allegedly sucker punched a white student, knocked him out and then proceeded to kick him while he was down. Supposedly only the intervention of other students saved his life. This was in response, again, allegedly, to some white students hanging nooses under a tree that was traditionally a white student's hang out spot. The white students allegedly saw some black kids hanging out and wanted to make a statement that the tree was their turf.

I don't know what happened, because I wasn't there, but I have read extensive stories, both nationally and locally on the case. It's in my back yard and so my interest is piqued. Louisiana doesn't need this kind of national attention, if you know what I mean (and if you were a resident of the state, you would know.)

Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson got on the case and organized a march to protest the unequal justice they thought was being meted out to the black students. About 20,000 people descended on the town of Jena for a protest march. Jena has an indigenous population of about 3,500. Talk about clogged arteries!

But that's fine. That's the protesters right as Americans. Have you ever heard of the Boston Tea Party? Now personally I think that Jackson and Sharpton are a couple of race-baiting bigots that only get involved in causes like this to further their own agendas and put money in their own pockets, but that's MY opinion based on MY first amendment rights. Don't ya love the foresight of the founding fathers? Me too!

ANYWAY ... back to my original point. I read the vilest comments on the newspapers website. It made me ashamed to be a southerner. Whites liberally using the "N" word and saying that Lincoln fucked up when he freed the slaves. Blacks saying it was about time that whites got what was coming to them, that there should be more beatings like that and those black kids should be set free and made heroes.

Interspersed, however, between all the idiots trying to show who could be the biggest idiot and make the most egregious comments, were a group of folks from both sides of the fence holding an intelligent conversation about race relations and the disparities in the justice system as it is applied to defendants of different races.

There were white folks chiding and calling out other racist white folks and some black posters doing the same thing. THEIR conversations made me proud. They were reasoned, calm, intelligent and did a lot to further the debate (or at least prevent it from degenerating into a bunch of school yard bullies hiding behind the anonymity of a screen name.) Both sides made good points ... not that I agreed with everything both sides said ... but they made their points in a civil manner, agreeing to disagree, civilly, on points they just could not agree on. It was refreshing to read and gave me hope for the future. (Naive, huh?)

You know? My brothers in green and blue (and many other color uniforms) are dying on a daily basis to give us that right of free expression. I will not do them the dishonor of making their sacrifice meaningless by agreeing or contributing to the squelching of opinions, philosophies and actions I disagree with. Down that road lies fascism and dictatorship and that is not a philosophy this country I love was founded on.

I guess the point of this post is that if you disagree with a TV or radio show and don't want to listen to what the host has to say or point of view of the program, turn the fucking channel! If you disagree with something said or a point of view espoused in print, don't buy the fucking book or magazine or read the website. Although I have to say, if that is your position, you could be limiting your intellectual horizons by not giving ear to other opinions and points of view, but again, that's your right.

If you want to make a statement, write the sponsors of the program, the stations that broadcast what you think is total shit. If you don't want your kids reading "Heather Has Two Mommies" or "Huckleberry Finn" or want them watching the latest Snoop Dog, Amy WInehouse or Linkin Park video, then take some fucking responsibility as a parent and keep track of what your kids are ingesting! But don't you DARE infringe on my rights to read or watch those things by demanding my local library pull "Catcher in the Rye" or any of the Harry Potter Series.

If you want to take a stand with me and support the first amendment rights of everyone, regardless of their beliefs or positions, take a look at some of the books on the list below. These are the top 100 books challenged from 1990-2000, according to the Office for Intellectual Freedom.

The books have been challenged for many reasons including promoting homosexuality, violence, racism, the occult and for being age inappropriate. Sounds like a load of horse shit to me, so I plan to pick at least ten books on the list that I have not previously read and read them.

Pick a few that you've been meaning to read, or even some that you never even THOUGHT of reading and check them out from the library. Lets support EVERYONE's rights to free speech and expression even if they are blooming fucking idiots. Here's the list and happy banned book week. Now I'm off to the library. See ya in the stacks!

1. Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
2. Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite
3. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
4. The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
6. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
7. Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling
8. Forever by Judy Blume
9. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
10. Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
11. Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
12. My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
13. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
14. The Giver by Lois Lowry
15. It's Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
16. Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
17. A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
18. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
19. Sex by Madonna
20. Earth's Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
21. The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
22. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
23. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
24. Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
25. In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
26. The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
27. The Witches by Roald Dahl
28. The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
29. Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
30. The Goats by Brock Cole
31. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
32. Blubber by Judy Blume
33. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
34. Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
35. We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
36. Final Exit by Derek Humphry
37. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
38. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
39. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
40. What's Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
41. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
42. Beloved by Toni Morrison
43. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
44. The Pigman by Paul Zindel
45. Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
46. Deenie by Judy Blume
47. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
48. Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
49. The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
50. Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
51. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
52. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
53. Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
54. Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
55. Cujo by Stephen King
56. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
57. The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
58. Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
59. Ordinary People by Judith Guest
60. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
61. What's Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
62. Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
63. Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
64. Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
65. Fade by Robert Cormier
66. Guess What? by Mem Fox
67. The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
68. The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
69. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
70. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
71. Native Son by Richard Wright
72. Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women's Fantasies by Nancy Friday
73. Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
74. Jack by A.M. Homes
75. Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
76. Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
77. Carrie by Stephen King
78. Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
79. On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
80. Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
81. Family Secrets by Norma Klein
82. Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole
83. The Dead Zone by Stephen King
84. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
85. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
86. Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
87. Private Parts by Howard Stern
88. Where's Waldo? by Martin Hanford
89. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
90. Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
91. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
92. Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
93. Sex Education by Jenny Davis
94. The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
95. Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
96. How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
97. View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
98. The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
99. The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
100. Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 4:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)