Happy Blue Year!
Please notice two significant things about this photo.
1.) I am surrounded by gifts from my dear friend MaryMoo.
2.) My feet are bare, meaning I have not yet received my handknit socks from Linds. Don't my feet look chilly?
Anyway, a big thank you to Mary, who decided to give me a Capri Sun and a box of raisins. This will certainly come in handy the next time I am stuck on top of a lighthouse. Also, thank you to Ali for the beautiful handcrafted necklace. I plan on wearing it every day for at least 3 weeks.
I know that Mary went out looking for Pop Rocks for me (because she is a GOOD friend and gift-giver. *Cough* . . . Linds). She wasn't able to find them, but I am confident that by next Christmas, she will have tracked some down. Maybe Ali could make me a special Pop Rocks pouch to carry them around in. As long as it does not get the Pop Rocks linty, I would be very happy with that.
Well, that's it for now. I'm pretty exhausted from a long day of painting. Well, actually, from telling everybody else what to paint. I would have done my fair share, but I have a tiny blister on my toe, as you can see in the photo above. If I only had some toasty socks.
Tomorrow we are back to painting. We will be painting the entire upstairs blue. I'm not sure if Bunny and Gruntley are aware of this yet.
posted by Brent @ Saturday, December 31, 2005
38 comments
38 Comments:
Sniff.
There will be a picture of Petunia at my site later, wearing a hand knit christmas sweater.
That is all.
LMAO at your avatar pic for that comment, Linds. Ohhh, so funny (hard to see, but funny).
Grover, I'm so glad you liked your gifts! :) I had fun painting with you all. Even that pain-in-the-neck Jonathan [or, as he sometimes gets confused and calls himself, "Jonathon"! ha! ;)]
Happy New Year you adorable fuzzy blue monster.
My dearest Grover-
Please accept my sincere apologies. I actually have a couple packets of Pop Rocks with your name on 'em. I actually went as far as stalking...I mean TRACKING down your address from Mary but then never got around to sending them to you. I'll make sure they get in the mail early this week. I promise.
♥
Carly
Capri Sun and a box of raisins?!? Those are the dumbest bunch of gifts I have ever seen in my life. Geez! And Mary, you are on 'the list' now. And it's not a good list. And don't call Grover adorable... he already has a big enough head.
For those of you not "in the know," please allow me to explain Mary's comment about Jonathan (aka Jonathon).
Shari's younger brother Jonathan loves the singer Michael W. Smith. Jonathan is not gay or anything, but he loves the guy so much, sometimes it makes all of us wonder. I think he even has a Michael W. Smith shrine at his house.
Anyway, Jonathan was lucky enough to attend a Meet N Greet at a MWS concert. When he finally got to meet his idol, here's basically how the conversation went:
Jonathan - "Um, hi, I love your music. It's great to meet you. Can you autograph this picture please?"
MWS - "Thanks, sure, no problem. Who should I sign it too?"
Jonathan - "Um, Jonathan, please."
MWS - "Is that Jonathan with an "a" or Jonathan with an "o"?
Jonathan - "Um, with an "o".
Please note that Jonathan's name is not actually spelled with an "o". But at the moment, he was so flabbergasted and overwhelmed, he
FORGOT HOW TO SPELL HIS OWN NAME.
That's the little story. I just thought everybody should know.
P.S. Linds, if you ever meet me in person, and you forget how to spell your name, I will completely understand.
I hate you Grover. HATE YOU! Actually I don't think I even got out the words, "Um, hi, I love your music. It's great to meet you. Can you autograph this picture please?" It was rather pathetic. Jacqueline, my girlfriend at the time, could not stop laughing at me when I told her about it. But thank you Grover for outing one of my most embarrassing moments. Linds, Carly... I'm the normal one... Shari (my sister) and Brent are the um INSANE ones.
Hey, you all can check out my MySpace at:
http://www.myspace.com/studentofpaul
You can post any comments you may have there.
Dear Carly,
Thank you very much in advance for the Pop Rocks that you are sending. It's good to know that some people love me enough to actually send me things. Other people I know *cough* promise to send me handknitted socks that took hours to make, but then never come through. I think maybe you are my new favorite. Can I visit your blog every day? And post random paragraphs about my exhilarating life?
Love,
Lil' G
Jonathan,
MySpace?
There is no trolling for hussies on my blog.
Love,
Grover
I am not 'trolling for hussies'!!! I'm just looking for hot babes! No but really, I was simply making avaliable a place for Carly and Linds and whoever else to comment.
Oh and Grover? Take down the damn Merry Christmas picture. It's not even Christmas anymore. And you look like an ugly red napsack in that outfit.
Just so everyone is clear I am the "Jacqueline" referred to by "Jonathon" I know this may confuse you because I am JaQueen. But, yes horrible as it may be, my God given name is Jacqueline...
I love your name, Jacqueline. It's a beautiful name. And you will ALWAYS be Jacqueline to me!
oh poo! I love it too DORK.
now go do the dishes before the water gets cold!!
Oh yay, I MADE THE LIST!
My work is done. ;)
[and I'm sorry I brought up the embarrassing moment by hinting at your misspelled name here and all - Ok, no, I'm really not sorry! That was freaking funny. LMAO. ;) ]
G-funk-
You're welcome, in advance! Feel free to visit my blog every day. I would love that.
Grover,
I know you are mad at me but seriously I was just trying to get on linds' good side... I love you and you know it. I mean I have a bunch of pics of you on my blog...
Oh and I think it's time to change your main photo.
Hey! No take backs, you!!!
PS: Hmm... lil' blue ragamuffin... cute dimply butt... no, no, doesn't ring a bell. Huh. Guess I didn't even have to meet you to forget your name...
*ducks and runs for cover*
Oh yeah! Jon- may I call you Jon? Because frankly its either that or Jonathon- sweetie, the MySpace account really IS a little troubling. I mean, you're sharing 'space' with people like... ok, I don't know their names, but Brittney Spear's grubby hubby, and some goth people, and that one dancing star wars kid, and 'emo kids' (whatever they are), and glod knows what else. Really, I don't know if I can bring myself to visit you there.
Then again, with you being a super-major-what's-my-name? MWS fan, perhaps its the proper place for you after all...
PSS: what does the W stand for? I mean, other than wuss.
Oh, dear god. There are more! You all have myspace thingys!
Oh, oh.... OH. This is just depressing. Y'all need more help than I thought...
LMAO at Linds dissing Jonathan, and calling him Jon!! We NEED a girl like you around so you can put the darling little brat in his place. You see, he's the youngest of the family, and just a bit opinionated and you know, bratty. I could just see the two of you getting into the biggest debates over politics and such, since you're both passionate and overbearing. ;-) Linds, you can give him as much hell as you want since he loves to give it to all of us. :-)
Hmmmm, more ammunition for Linds:
*He HATES being called Jon.
*Make sure to bring up as many liberal issues as you can (that will get under his skin)
*Make sure to make fun of MWS (Christian singer . . . actually a really great guy, but Jonathan being in love with him and all -- it's sure to annoy him)
Hey, maybe you two could date! Bwahahahahahaha! I think you would kill each other. Seriously.
Oh, and the ONLY reason I have a simple MySpace account is because my niece got one, and I wanted to be able to leave her comments and see her pictures. :-P It's a little young for me, but you should fit in nicely, Linds. :-)
Well, of course he hates being called Jon! Otherwise, you all wouldn't go through the botheration of typing 'Jonathan' all the time. Hence, my uncompromising use of such. :) It was fun. Moving on...
Over the years I've discovered I'm basically splat in the middle of the road, politics wise. Liberal here, conservative there. But I'll try to spout off a few key liberal viewpoints- just for you, Shar. (I love how you give me ammo on everyone... hmm. Keeps the heat of you, eh? Mmm hmm.)
Well, isn't that a pretty little avatar? You look like you're about to bat your eyelashes at us. LOL!
Jonathan can take ANYTHING you dish out. He's spunky, just like you. He won't be actually annoyed, just pseudo-annoyed. He loves to tease everyone, so it's especially fun when people tease him. And when I read your paragraph to him, I thought "Now THERE'S a girl that is Jonathan's equal in the sarcasm department." I was happy. :-)
Okay... first of all I don't HATE being called Jon. I hate being called Johnny. Calling me Johnny calls for the death penalty, instantaneously.
Second of all, Linds can call me ANYTHING she wants because she's cute and I'm a sucker for cute girls and thus she gets a pass.
Third of all Linds, W stands for Whitaker. Don't be insulting my Smitty or else I'll take back your free pass to call me anything you want.
Fourth of all Shari, whenever did you get the idea that I'm overbearing? Huh? When did you? When!? Hoe! Huh?!
And finally Linds, I like the pout picture, love the smile picture.
Jonathan,
I thought I was pretty clear before, but maybe you didn't hear me.
NO TROLLING FOR HUSSIES ON MY BLOG!
And for crying out loud, you guys, get a room.
Love,
Lil' G
I think Grover just called Linds a hussy.
LMAO.
GROVER?! Linds will be very upset at you. She is NOT a hussie. How dare you! I'm gonna cut Nancy in half.
Dear Linds Sweetie,
Please forgive me for any implication that you are in any way, shape or form, a hussy. I do not believe that you are a hussy. Unless of course, you want to be one, in which case, you're the greatest hussy ever.
Also, you have the most stunning and radiant hair I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. You make Catherine Zeta Jones look like a greasy crack whore.
Anyway, I heard a tiny rumor that you may be crafting me some footwear. I certainly hope that nothing I may have said or implied in the past will endanger my chances of receiving said items in an expedited fashion.
Love,
Your lil' blue ragamuffin,
with a cute dimply butt,
with toes that are chilly but hopefully not for much longer,
G-funk
you all have massive issues!
Grover Dearest,
Barf! Puke! Wretch!
Linds, being as intelligent and witty as she is (I mean, my lord, she passed the bar exam), will never fall for your pathetic bullshit ploy to get her to send you your footwear.
She is much smarter than you'll ever be, and will probably send you pictures of her burning your socks instead.
She should just send you poop in a box! That's what you deserve!
Love,
Your lil' adoptive uncle
with the cute dimply butt,
with my foot up your ass!,
J-Ol
Ah... Jonathan. Perhaps its that 'witty and intelligent' streak in me coming out, but... remember how you said:
"Okay... first of all I don't HATE being called Jon. I hate being called Johnny. Calling me Johnny calls for the death penalty, instantaneously.
Second of all, Linds can call me ANYTHING she wants because she's cute and I'm a sucker for cute girls and thus she gets a pass."
?
Yeah.
Oh, trust me, you said it. In fact, you even went so far as to put a limitation on it, saying:
"Third of all Linds, W stands for Whitaker. Don't be insulting my Smitty or else I'll take back your free pass to call me anything you want."
So... here's the thing. First, you explicitly told me you hate being called Johnny. THEN, you said I could call you ANYTHING I WANT. The only limitation on that free pass was that I not make fun of, uh, 'your Smitty' (*cough*)... and by GIVING that limitation, you made it clear that you took the possibility of limitations into consideration...
Taken as a whole, this has lead me to the inescapable conclusion that your FAILURE to forbid me the usage of 'Johnny' means it falls under the category of 'anything'.
This, Johnny, was a mistake.
(Space is being left here for the profanity no doubt taking place)
Moving on...
Grover, I have in fact made you footgear. But whether I will SEND it is another matter. I mean, they're just so cute... Crazy Kitty looks good in them, too. Perhaps some more sucking up will help. And cookies. I like cookies.
Homemade. With chocolate chips.
Grover just forbid me to write what he just said (to Linds), and thus, I'm writing it:
"Drag your ass down to the IGA and get yourself some cookie dough."
He then begged me not to write it because he KNOWS he has serious sucking up to do and he REALLY wants his footwear. But I just wanted you to know what he's saying behind your back. :-)
P.S. What is IGA? Is that some sort of midwestern grocery store?
What's that Crazy Kitty? You like your new shoes? Aw.
PS: I'm guessing its some hick grocery store (we have so many, you can't keep track- and every county seems to have its own version). But bought cookies are not HOMEMADE cookies, no matter what doughboy tells you!
(Seriously, those commercials where they're all homey and family-y and a mommy and her cute 2.5 kids are gathered around in the kitchen 'making' cookies by ripping up those weird pre-cut squares of cookie dough just PISS ME OFF! I mean, every one is always, "Oh, young people don't know the meaning of family these days" and "America is becoming immoral" and then they give us instant cookie dough and call it a 'touching family moment to build lasting childhood memories on'.
Gah!
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LOL! I totally agree about the cookie thing. My mom made everything from scratch so we were soooooo spoiled. I have seriously never ever bought that cookie dough crap and never will. How hard is it to get some flour and sugar and all those yummy ingredients and make Tollhouse cookies? I want to get this mixer (In the Cinnamon color, with a gift certificate that I have) so I can make yummy homemade creations for our kids. I need to get all of my mom's recipes one of these days.
Linds,
Like I said, you get a pass for the above mentioned reasons, and thus YOU can call me Johnny.
No profanity is taking place.
Are you disappointed that your attempt to harass and annoy me is not working?
J-Ol
... yes. Yes, I am. You are mean. Cruel, even. But then, you dated Jacquee, survived a childhood with Shari, and even put up with Brent- so I really don't know why this is coming as a surprise to me...
PS: My mom has that mixer, Shari- an earlier model, from 30 years ago or so, but the same mixer. She loooooves it, and its completely worth the money. The only problem she has ever had was when the blender attachment broke last year- we had to search online to find a new one, but it only cost $15, so even that was negligble.
I've forgone booty calls for Shari's sake, so this is a booty comment instead- as in, I want to see the booties!!! I come back from the movies all excited, and to what, I ask? NOTHING. That's what. Gah.
Sniff.
Well, I'm going to bed, since I was awoken this morning at 8:15am by a maintenance man pounding on my door. (I SWEAR I was getting up at 8:30- really! I was!- so don't give me that lazy disapproving look). By the end there were three of them in my apartment, for no apparent reason other than that if THEY had to be up at 8am, then I did too. It was like living with my mother all over again. So I washed dishes, and they checked my CO2 count. Joyous.
My joke for the day:
"How many maintenance men does it take to change a heater filter?"
"Three. One to hold the plywood panel, one to pull out the filter and replace it with a new one, and one to stand around and stare at my [insert various body parts here] until I'm so uncomfortable I voluntarily retreat to the kitchen and clean things. Clean things, for Glod's sake."
PS: I hope Princess Slappy liked her magnet. I put contact paper on it so that it doesn't 'accidentally' get smudged. Love and kisses.
Never mind. I just got your message, Grover. Aw. I forgive you and Shari now, but not Brent, because he didn't say hi.
Sniff.
(You must have sneaked in a call when I was driving, darn you! I'm tempted to call you back... but I don't want to set Grover off into hysterical tears again... hee)
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