So we've come to this, have we? Two kids in college.....neither with the sense to wipe his butt or blow his nose. How did it come to this? Nigh on twenty years I've been raising these two boys, and I don't have much so much as a scorched skunk for my trouble. I do have stained carpet, busted drywall, and a car insurance bill Donald Trump couldn't pay.
The genetics are there...or so Tilena says anyway. Sometimes I just don't belive there is any evidence at all that my genes have been passed on in these boys. By the time I was 18 I was able to figure board feet in my head (the computation of area in any given section of lumber). These two clowns can't get from the bathroom to their bedroom without losing their underwear and socks. Nor can they figure out how to get urine from their bodies into a round hole without bouncing it off the wall and floor. WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN, I had already left home, worked at a full time job and was a full time student. If I peed on the floor, I had to clean it up myself....but I digress.
My honest intent here was to update you all on us since I had been otherwise occupied for the last five months. Unfortunately, I've been busy with Bevis and Butt-Head since Friday Afternoon and that was fresh on my mind. There is much to report though, so here goes.
1.) We have a new family member in the home. My mother in law "Penny" has moved in and become one of us. She is actually away at the present having gone for a brief visit with other family. We expect her back any day now. She is a joy to have around, and I miss her greatly.
2.) Speaking of Beavis and Butt-Head, both of them are college students now. I do give them both grief, but must confess... they both work and go to school, and neither one has their portrait hanging in the post office....though the day is still young. I enjoy harranging them, but they are great kids who really try. Both still worship and attend Dad's Sunday School Class. That is a treasure to me. They're well mannered respectful gentlemen who always make their parents proud....poor with their aim, but honorable with intent.
3.) My dear Emma Grace is still my very heart. Pappy doesn't get to see her much, but I will be getting up there very soon now that I have only one job. Mr. Parker is prospering and making a regular jolly old elf. I regret not being able to watch them grow. Christy is good about calling, but it's just not like being there. Thinking of Christy always gives me hope. You know she was crazy as a sprayed roach for a couple of years too...But she sure made good citizen once she "got right".
4.) Eric and Mark e-mailed me this week. They're out in LA now working with Heather's husband. Hard to believe both those boys have earned degrees and hit the work scene. I have no idea what they studied "other that girls". But in this day and age, having boys who like girls is an accomplishment itself.
5.) Kim also sent me a note. She and Jason are thinking of leaving Colorado and moving to the West Palm area. That would be a treat for us. It's tough having family on the opposite side of the continent. Hopefully, they will find a nice place here near us.
6.) I haven't talked to my old friend Simon in some time. However, I do think Les may be thinking of going with T-Bug to see Christy. I'm not certain of that, but Tilena did mention asking her to ride along. Del will be going up with them. I always rest better when Del goes with Tilena...though too trusting of people sometimes, Del is tough enough to hold her own (and Tilena's share) if it comes to a showdown....she is always willing to "fist" someone. I do believe Del could kick your butt hard enough to make you wear it for a hat.
7.) My Sister and a couple of her sons were down to visit a couple weekends back. Guess what? Brian, her eldest, has taken up gardening. I thoroughly enjoyed sharing my plants and ideas with him. He and Timothy were both loads of fun. We hadn't been together in many years. Hopefully, I'll get to see her third son Darren soon. Actually the weekend prior, we had made a fast weekend trip up to Ocala to have an impromptu family reunion. All my Dad's surviving family members came down from Virginia, so we went up to meet them. Angie & Paul and Susan & Gary came along...and even Sara was there. Great weekend!
Well troops, that's enough for now. We're about to head off to Church. It's dinner on the grounds night. Wouldn't want to be late for that now would we? I need to go to church...the more I keep thinking about that whole "genes" thing...the madder I get. I think I'll go in there and whack my wife up side the head.................maybe not...she is the kind to make me a big bowl of grits.
Don and Company
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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7 comments:
Don, if you whack Tilena in the head. . . she'll prove to you that she can hold her own. After she whacks you back you'll be wearing your butt for a hat. LOL
Welcome back to the blog world. I've missed your thoughts.
You do know that your Beavis and Butthead sons read this right?
Well now that I have read this, I'll know exactly what makes you mad. And i didnt bust the drywall, and my car insurance bill isnt that bad is it? Hahaha.
Love you.
Nick
Hey Don, if Nick didn't bust the drywall and his car insurance bill isn't that bad. . . he's the one that is peeing on the floor.
WHAT "Crazy as a sprayed roach"???, me??? NEVER!!!
Guess what, though - I never busted the drywall, my car insurance bill was never high (not paid sometimes and subsequently lapsed when it was really needed!but, that's b/c I pd for it) and I never peed on the floor! I did, however, have to have SOMEONE come and unlock my car door on many occasions in the wee hours of the morning...(sorry)!
You and mom are the best parents and I can't thank you enough for that! Ryan and Nick will realize it one day too! We are so blessed!
Miss you and love you very much!
Christy
Nick,
Of course you realize your Dad can read. What the ding dong dang are you doing reading my blog @ 3:51 a.m.????? That sheds a little light on why you're still asleep at 2 p.m.
I might have some insite on this Gene Thing...the apple don't fall to far from the tree, Mr. Gray Goose! Let me tell them boys some stories.
FYI Mr. Sherrer, it was "Blue Goose", and "White Ghost"...don't remember no gray ghost...and I highly doubt you would tell on me anyway. You would just end up incriminating yourself.
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