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So I'm thinking that I should only write once a year maybe? Maybe on Holidays. Special Holidays. The ones I have off from work particularly. Yeah, I could run a commentary on the meaning of Thanksgiving, for instance. You know... I could lay out the history behind the miracle of Chrysler Rock, correlate how our relationship with the native Americans has direct, foolproof, evidentially sound and in all ways breathtaking strings attached to the brow-raising fact that The BRAVES haven't won the Winston Cup since... well, I don't even know when they won it last, if ever. I'm not a real sportsy type anyway, so for all I know, they've set the record for the most Touch-Downs in their weight-class. It could happen.
Then there's the trivia highlights about the not-so-well-known origins of such timeless catch phrases as "Let's get out of Dodge!," which by the way is what one of the first-to-go-west pioneers said after realizing that there was no more of that sweet-yam-casserole left on the table. Intense research has gone into this stuff.
I could also write a play-by-play commentary on our family supper on the Thursday of, starting with a pre-supper spread of all the kitchen work that precedes the "Great Feast of Gluttony", and then when it's all said and done, post shots of my different family members as they lounge around the living room and back porch, stomachs bulging, snoring while the NASCAR race buzzes on the big-screen TV. Then I could interview the rest of the SuperSupperDay rookies as they stand in line for the one restroom that still works, and survey the few of the crowd that remain coherent enough for an opinion-poll of which was the favored dish of the afternoon, all the while placing bets on who's going back for table scraps.
Aawww... who am I kiddin', I'll be on the couch with the rest of 'em.
Then there's the trivia highlights about the not-so-well-known origins of such timeless catch phrases as "Let's get out of Dodge!," which by the way is what one of the first-to-go-west pioneers said after realizing that there was no more of that sweet-yam-casserole left on the table. Intense research has gone into this stuff.
I could also write a play-by-play commentary on our family supper on the Thursday of, starting with a pre-supper spread of all the kitchen work that precedes the "Great Feast of Gluttony", and then when it's all said and done, post shots of my different family members as they lounge around the living room and back porch, stomachs bulging, snoring while the NASCAR race buzzes on the big-screen TV. Then I could interview the rest of the SuperSupperDay rookies as they stand in line for the one restroom that still works, and survey the few of the crowd that remain coherent enough for an opinion-poll of which was the favored dish of the afternoon, all the while placing bets on who's going back for table scraps.
Aawww... who am I kiddin', I'll be on the couch with the rest of 'em.
posted by Timberlace Designs at 7:44 PM
15 Comments:
Dear Little Brother.
I am so glad to read your thots.
I am so glad someone else in the family has alzhimers. I cant eremember a thing. Your idea about tipyng whitout looking is genius. I have bin doin this 4 yeers. The closit was reely stuffy: had to put in a semicolin cuz the 4 th grade techir said 2; all those yeers agoo go.
Anyway, I know you work your but offff effery day to pay the bills and your wife stays home to teach your children so my hat is off to you both. Very few people are able to make that commitment. But for someone to call you stupid for doing that is normal. Most people cannot respect a man for working his ass off like that and still accepting him as a man. It's what they call an oxymorin.
So until I see some respect for you on this blog (and Maybe an apology) I will state to anyone who can read that my little brother Walter Timothy Bailey is the smartest, kindest, hard working, loving man I have ever known.
Your Brother David.
By the way you have earned the name Slim.
I remember when you were bigger than The "Refrigerator Perry" on the Chicago Bears. Looking Good my man..
Looking Good.
David.
amen on both comments...
Tim? Tell me a stoooooryyyy...
Yeah, I make up all my research also. That being said, stay away from anything my company makes for at least 3 to 4 years.
Give me that drummer's name, and put a rush on it.
My favorite dessert: sugar lumps smothered in honey, with an outer layer of glazed sugar (brown, you want to stay healthy), and a generous sprinkling of powdered sugar on top of it all just to tone it down a bit. With coffee. Shoot, my heart is beating faster and skipping just from thinking about it! MAN, I'M WIRED!!!!!
Isn't pre-dinner, like, uhm, lunch? That's hot.
You're not supposed to poll coherent people. How do you think we got Clinton into office?
wow.
i just spent about half/hour reading all the comments. who knew you had such intelligent relatives and friends???? not me.
backspace still rules, though.
i'm not tellin' about how i captured you for jennifer.
you can if you want but i wouldn't.
love you,
bobba
His name is Chris Rock, and although funny, I wouldn't characterize his humor as miraculous. To each his own though I guess, even though I'm bent on making my own everyone else's own too. I'm not even sure what that all means.
Dude, we're not on the couch.
The capture involved some ice cream, assorted shiny objects that made noises, and a baseball bat.
I placed my bets already for who goes back for seconds. I better not find out why they call it "craps".
A play by play commentary? I'm there. I'll bring the marker pens and the charts to show everyone what's going on. Roast an extra turkey dipped in bacon grease and Crisco for me, will ya?
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