Wednesday, April 29, 2009

"Penny For Your Thoughts"


Daddy thought it would be funny to post this photo and tell everybody that I was blind and begging for change but then mommy and I talked him out of it. So, to repeat, I am not blind and I am not begging for change. I mean, a little change wouldn't hurt - but no, I am absolutely not begging.

Cora Elizabeth
April 25, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Pun Fun


Mommy has never made a pun before -- although she tries really hard, they just come out all wrong. For example, one time while watching golf, mommy said, "what a racquet!" and daddy said, "that's tennis, dear." On March 25, 2009, mommy not only made a pun, but it was captured on video! I have posted it here for everyone to witness it; who knows when we'll see another.

Cora Elizabeth (blushing)
March 25, 2009

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Close Shave!



Okay, funny story. You know how babies (of which I am one) love to imitate their parents? Well, the other day I was inspecting the bathroom floor that mommy mopped while daddy slept - wouldn't you know it, she missed two spots; but I've digressed. As I'm eyeing the toilet paper - which will be all mine one day - daddy whispers "Psst..Hey kid, you ever try shaving?" Well of course I hadn't tried shaving, although I did experiment with a loofah once - but that was a long time ago and the documents are sealed in that case.

Daddy leaned over and said "Here you go kid, knock yourself out, and don't tell your mother!" And with that he handed me the shaving cream and off I went, rubbing the cream all over my face. Then daddy said you'll need something to take that off with and he handed me his Gillette Super Mach 27 razor. The 26 extra blades are in case you miss the hair with the first one. Well shaving sure is fun!! Downward on the cheeks and upward on the neck. Anyway, after we got back from the hospital mommy yelled at daddy, and daddy yelled back that there would be no permanent scar, and sure enough there isn't. But I don't think I'll shave again.

Cora Elizabeth
March 14, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Happy Birthday Joe!


Daddy says it's Grandpa's 80th birthday and we should perform a
roast, I've written the following jokes for his amusement.

1. Grandpa's so old he's stopped teething!!!

2. Grandpa is so old that his crib mate was Methuselah!!

3. Grandpa is so old that he knows how to walk on two legs!!! 
    Oh, don't get me started !!

Drive safely everybody and thanks for coming.

Cora Shecky Pape
Mar. 11, 2009

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Grandfava!


As most of you know, daddy made me a mobile for Christmas that featured many of my relatives. He has asked me to write abrief description of each person's life, starting with Grandfava.

Grandfava is mommy's daddy. He was born in the 1940s in a far away land called Iowa; that decade was a wash for him. In the 1950s he dreamed of being a professional baseball player, but while he missed out on that he turned out to be terrific at girls' dodgeball. Grandfava was so good that there are still many adult women in Iowa with funny noses that remember him. Sadly Grandfava injured his shoulder while reading "Seduction of the Innocent" to learn which comics to burn, and to this day he dreams of opening the first museum dedicated to girl's dodgeball.

In the 1960s Grandfava went to war. After winning a competition with members of his platoon by spelling "doppleganger," Grandfava became a spy. He still keeps some of the advanced spy tools from the cold war. He has a pen that squirts ink on your shirt only to have it disappear ten minutes later. He also kept his fake plastic puddle of vomit - very important for a spy. In 1967 he was awarded the medal of valor for cracking the code of Petula Clark's hit "Downtown." Many men died after hearing the song more then ten times; this was considered a turning point in the war!

Grandfava came home in the 70s and went to school on the GI Bill. He received his degree in teaching people how to drive and to this day offers advice to many young drivers on the road.

Cora Elizabeth Goodwin Pape
Feb. 7, 2009

Thursday, February 5, 2009

MIRK the Great!


As you all know my daddy is a very famous graffiti artist, that's
right, his name is CRASH - no, I'm just kidding. Not a day goes
by when I don't say "Daddy, when will you paint my name on a
shirt?" He always says he'll do it but then he starts drinking the
Robitussin and the day slowly fades away. Then I put the blanket
over daddy and turn on the wii.

I never thought I'd get my own t-shirt until the other day when
the mailman bought us a package - daddy tipped him a quarter
and then opened it up. After letting me eat the wrapping paper 
he pulled out a beautiful shirt painted by a real graffiti writer from 
France named MIRK. Daddy said we should immediately put it on
ebay and sell it, that's when mommy came home. Mommy said I
could keep the shirt and wear it whenever I want.

Thank you MIRK, you're a better graffiti artist then daddy will ever be!

Cora Elizabeth
Feb. 5, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

First Sled Ride

So daddy turned to me and asked me if I wanted
a helmet, wrist guards, knee pads, mouth piece
and a stunt double. I said no way daddy!! We're kicking
it old school!! And then he dropped me.

Next time I get the stunt double.

Cora Elizabeth
Jan. 18, 09
From the slopes of Fort Greene Park.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Christmas Dinner


Christmas dinner in San Francisco, a blessed event with
cherubic kids singing carols at the door and the entire Ransom
family dressed to the nines - and then there's my dad.......
The in-laws must be so proud.

Cora Elizabeth
Dec. 25, 2008

On assignment in San Francisco.


Thursday, January 1, 2009

Silly Faces


First of all I'd like to thank the academy, it's very rare when an
oscar is awarded to a five month old; in fact the last big baby to
win it was Oliver Stone. I'd like to thank my mom - Elsa Ransom
who really gives me a chance to chew up some scenery; that's 
pun number three for those of you keeping track. Of course my 
father Chris Pape, who took time off from his turkey wrangling job 
to film this anti-war epic. 

For those of you who supported "Silly Faces" in local art house 
theaters before the Weinstein brothers became involved; thank 
you. And most of all to our boys in Iraq - this film was for you; 
come home soon. Thank you everybody and have a great new year!

Cora Elizabeth
Dec. 21, 2008

From Hollywood

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

First Snow


I'm not amused.

Cora Elizabeth
Dec. 20, 2008

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Heyyyyyyy, Wait A Minute!


I looooooooooove smoking. It's so much fun. Who knew?
Daddy says I'm to young to smoke, so I held my breath for 
a week until he gave in. Now he buys me a pack a day.  I'll
smoke anything; menthol, filtered, unfiltered - as long as
it's tobacco. My fingers are beginning to get that yellow
tint to them. Daddy says I look like Bette Davis, mommy
says " Who's Bette Davis? " 

I've got to go, my cigarette is almost done and I have to light
up a new one.

Cora Elizabeth

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Uh Oh.....


Look out below!!!!!!!!
I guess someone's teething.

Cora Elizabeth
Nov. 25, 2008