Moooommmmm.....
I have paid homage to a certain someone many, many times on my blog.
Many nice, sweet sappy crapola has been spewed. My sugar factor has been thru the roof. I mention this as it is very unlike me to be too sweet. All my views are always skewed by some form of hatred, envy or guilt.
But not for this person....nooooooooooooooo. I am sweet, kind and generous. On my blog. The blog that is to be about ME!
My Mom always told me to be nice to this particular person. This person was sickly as a child you know. Runny noses and dark circles. The size of their head - not a hindrance at all, amazingly. It actually made this person smarter. Its true - the bigger the brain, the smarter they are. Funny because this persons buttcrack showed most of their childhood because he wasn't as blessed in the backend (politely said).
So...Back to the point, as there is one. I promise you.
This person refused to pay homage to ME! I get cracks and smirk and chuckles.
Peshaw I say!
Mooomm!!!!!!!!! Tell him to be nice to me.
I am the only sister he has you know.
posted by J's Mom @ 3:44 PM
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2 Comments:
First of all let me say that I am not blogging, if in fact blogging is a word. If you send a blog, as I understand it is called, then that would make you a blogger and those who receive this blog are bloggees. I've held many titles in my life and blogger is not one I wish to put on my resume. My proudest title is "Dad".
Now Dad wishes to participate, albeit reluctantly, in the sibling rivalry currently under discussion. I will ask your mother to enter this correspondence into the blinking machine under my staircase which will make her the blogger, not me.
Nelle - when your brother was five years old, you were twice his age. Through some mathematical equations I still don't understand, as we get older we get closer in age. You would think that if you are 35 he would be 17 1/2.
If that were true then not only would you have to be more forgiving for being slighted on his trivia quiz; but I would be paying for college all over again. I would be wishing I had started my family when I was 10 years old so I could retire when I did.
Now you may say, this sure is some convoluted logic and where in the hell is he going with this?! Here is the point: remember when you put your feet on him in the back seat of the car as we ventured out on vacation? Remember how he screamed: "she's got her feet on ME, get them OFF, OOOOHHHHH, GET THEM OFF!!"
Well, you were twice his age so your feet weighed twice as much. And so I say now he is even. Just hope that even is good enough and he don't want to get back.
Love you
Dad
Well Hello Daddy...thank you for adding your opinion.
I am excited to see you "blogging" (and you are for the record even though your not typing - so there)
I think that many years have passed and the feet incident should be forgotten.
I have done many terrible things in my life.
Its those things that make me try everyday to make up to ANYTHING, ANYBODY who was tramatized by feet, farts, burps and other techniques to harm or injure them in anyway.
But - you have raised a good point and I guess I will have to wait for my tribute...when I am dead or in a coma or kidnapped or missing.
Oh woe is me.
Oh poor me.
Little ol' me.
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