Blogs For Bruddah (And Friends)

It was brought to my attention yesterday morning that…and I quote “FYI…your popularity in the 1st of the 135th Attack Recon Battalion is growing rapidly…they all love your blog.”

Hmm, so I actually have a new audience that I wasn’t aware of. I wonder if this is going to affect my writing at all? Nah…probably not. So…

Where My Boys At!!!

Okay, I got that out of the way…but there is something that needs to be addressed. Which one of you is the über English Nerd that is thinking

Uh…Um…you’re not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. Pffft…I’m sure he knows that…but still, you don’t end a Sentence. With. A. Preposition. Why would he do that? Oh My Gosh…YOU DON’T END A SENTENCE WITH A PREP-O-SI-TION!!!

Look around. The majority of yous guys probably have a dumbfounded look on your face. (No offense) This is good. You’re probably right where you need to be. But…there is one individual that knows EXACTLY what I’m talking about. His/Her head is about to exxxxplode. Have you found this person yet? Yeah…nobody likes you. It’s not your fault (it’s totally your fault). That’s just life…now…go make everybody else a sammich. NOW!

BroJo Totally Rocks The P.B. & J every once in a while. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m just kidding, of course. (But seriously….where’s my SANDWICH!?!) Really, I’m just kidding. Please don’t send tanks ans shtuff after me. I’m serious. LEAVE ME ALONE!

Anyway, back to business. In this little exchange I was also asked to give suggestions on which of my posts I would recommend. Um….duh, dude. All Of Them. But, since there are only about…like…538 of them…I’ll try to whittle that down for all of you.

Alright, I would start with this Interview…with a very special blogger named David Harding. It was a spur of the moment thing that brought on all sorts of more great posts. (I need to get a few more of those done.)

Next…what better place to turn for a laugh than at your own family? That’s right…how about all the Funny Dad Friday Post. There are about four of them. You can find them Here, Here, Here and Here.

I’ve been told that I’m pretty good at answering questions. Check out these Question Thingys I’ve done. Here, Here and Here. (I just read back through all of these…definitely check them out.)

Then there’s all the posts I write about myself. These aren’t funny…but Bruddah might think they are. Find them Here, Here, Here, Here, Here and Here. (I reread some of these…and of course I would also highly suggest you read them….All of them…NOW!)

I think that’s about all for right now. Wouldn’t want to overload you guys…I suppose you got other stuff to do. Well, thanks for reading (or listening to Bruddah) Until next time, keep on keeping on.

P.S. I’ve added a little Search thingy there…on the left…at the top…above my E-Mail address (where you can send me notes…about whatever.) It says…Find It here. You can search “funny” or “humor” or “Bruddah” or whatever. Something is sure to pop up. Good Luck.

This is for Bruddah. It is his favorite picture of Jesus. (Click on picture for credit)

The Keeper of the Redbox

I know it’s Sunday, but I’ve nothing better to do as I ride to Bruddah’s Deployment Ceremony.

Last night I had a first in my life. I returned some redbox rentals after just one day of use. This may be surprising to some that have visited my apartment – I have a large collection of forgotten redbox DVDs. This isn’t the story though.

I just so happened to run into an old acquaintance, who I hadn’t seen in about a year or two. He was always a nice guy so I was somewhat excited to see him…and then he reminded me of why it’d been so long since seeing him. Here’s our conversation.

“Are you returning…oh hey…don’t tell me. Ah….Jon, right?”

“Yep, how’s it going Jack (name changed to protect this guy)? Yeah, just returning.”

“Cool, what ya got there?”

He then began to insult the movies I was bringing back.

“That one was good.” (for the new Bourne movie)
“Pffffft…..” (for ‘Here Comes the Boom’….which was really good)
“Never heard of it.” (for ‘Ten Years’….also good)

“What’s with the facial hair Jon?”

“Uh…I don’t like shaving.”

“I don’t like it either, but I do. You got all sorts of grey in there. Geeze….you’re younger than me. Man that’s grey.”

“….yep….”

“Well, at least you can hide it….just for men. I can’t hide the fact that my hair is falling out.”

“Yeah, see you later.”

“Oh, you don’t want to rent anymore?”

“Nope…” (that’s a hard pass.)

I can’t wait to run into Lord Redbox again….in another couple of years.

An Interview with a Big Phat CREATIVE LIAR!!!

Hey guys! What better way to introduce myself to the new followers then by introducing them to someone else. It’s yet again time for a Celebrity Blogger Interview. Today we have Ericka Clay over at Creative Liar. She’s super talented and super good looking…if you don’t believe me just ask her, she’ll tell you.

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Hello Ericka (Creative Liar….aka CL)

How ya been? I hope all is well. In my quest to find more BFF’s I’ve discovered that I haven’t interviewed anyone from your Country. That is, from Texas. I lived in Texas once, it was awesome. I’m sure that’s because you were within the borders also. So, in order to include you on my list of BFF’s I need to get to know you better. Do you mind answering some questions? I’ve noticed that you like to do list that are 21 statements long. I usually send 15 questions, but I’ll try for 21 this time…..a first in Celebrity Blogging Interviews. You feel special, don’t you? (That one doesn’t count!)

BroJo: How many times have you done the “Cut, It, Out” gag in your life?

CL: I’ve only done it on three special occasions: my wedding, the birth of my child and that time I accidentally ate a penny.  I’m just kidding.  It was no accident.

BroJo: Speaking of hairy Aliens, you also like Alf. Do you like to eat cats or something? 

CL: Listen, just because someone accidentally covers a cat in barbecue sauce and accidentally eats it doesn’t mean she actually likes it.  But in my case it was delicious.

BroJo: Would all guys look better if they were to wear Sombreros? 

CL: Everything would look better in a sombrero.  Except a sombrero.  That would just be ridiculous.

Sombreros cordobeses. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

BroJo: You wear Skechers Shape Ups, like for real. You must have really toned……calves. 

CL: You know, I don’t wear them only to tone my….calves.  My main goal is to be taller than a five-year-old and with Skechers Shape Ups, I’m 73% of the way there!

BroJo: You’re about a month younger than my little brother, and more talented than me. This makes me feel old and sad. 

CL: Dad, is that you?

BroJo: Can I get free, signed copies of your books? (I bet you never heard that) Wait…not like that…but, ahh…never mind. 

CL: I actually get asked that all the time.  By my grandmother.

BroJo: Do you still owe your dad that “money”? 

CL: If by “money” you mean trapping an angry drunken wombat in his car for him to unwittingly discover, then consider the debt paid.

BroJo: Are you still Vegan? Just because you don’t eat sandwiches anymore doesn’t mean you can’t make me one.

CL: Yes, I just went back to veganism again, and I have never felt so amazing/starving in my life.  And I would love to make you a sandwich, but my husband doesn’t let me use sharp objects.  Smart man.

BroJo: I was on Le Clown’s Blogroll before you were….HaHaHaHaha (You’re still better looking though.) 

CL: Sure, but did you make a life-sized statue of Le Clown out of butter and put it in your ex’s attic for it to go rancid?  Yeah, that’s what I thought, Jon. (Editor’s Note: Don’t get on Ericka’s bad side…unless you have an ample amount of toast.)

BroJo: I read something about Social Anxiety Disorder. Me Too. High Five? 

CL: I would but then I’d anxiously vomit.

BroJo: Favorite 90′s pop band that includes only brothers? (That’s not leading, is it?) 

CL: HANSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*(#$@#($*@!($*!@$*#($@*#(  Ahem.

BroJo: I just noticed I have a bag of potato chips. Best day ever. You ever have a similar situation? 

CL: Yes, I found a half chewed piece of gum under my car.  I don’t get out much.

BroJo: Somehow I have more likes on my Facebook page (Brother Jon – 156, oops just went to 158) than you have on yours (Creative Liar – 148) This doesn’t seem right. How can we fix that? 

CL: Tell all your followers to check out facebook.com/creativeliar where I like to say the f-word and talk incessantly about rabid giraffes.  Don’t forget to tell your grandmothers!

BroJo: My Grandpa wore a fanny pack, mostly because he liked to wear sweat pants that didn’t have pockets. Is this your reasoning too? 

CL: Is there any other?

BroJo: You’re not from Arkansas are you? I’m in Missouri…which is different (maybe better) but about the same. High Five? 

CL: Total high-five.  And yes I’m from Arkansas.  It’s one of the main reasons I refuse to wear shoes in public.  The other seven reasons are because I’m bat shit crazy.

BroJo: Oh man, coming up with 21 things is hard. How do you do it? 

CL: Unicorn dust.  But don’t snort it unless you never want to step foot in North Dakota again.

BroJo: How do you prefer your wine; Cork….screw cap…or in a box? 

CL: Cork.  I like to turn the corks into earrings and guilt various family members into wearing them at holiday functions.  And by family members I mean my husband.

BroJo: How do you like your steak cooked? 

CL: Medium.  That’s also how I like my tofu.

English: Tofu scramble (vegan) (Photo credit: Wikipedia) (Gross!!!)

BroJo: Do you know what a buckeye is? I was once in a bar in New Braunfels, TX and a guy asked me, while watching a college game, because “you’re from Missouri – you should know.” 

CL: I have no idea but if it can be covered in barbecue sauce and meows a little, count me in!

BroJo: What is(are) your favorite book(s)? (Can’t say your own.)

CL: Ugh, fine.  Let’s see, The Year of Magical Thinking, The Glass Castle, A Confederacy of Dunces, Endgame (more of a play than book but whatevs), The Time Traveler’s Wife, The Giver, Bridge to Terabithia, The Bell Jar, Fear of Flying, Forever ( by Pete Hamill), and anything David Sedaris has written, will write or has/will ever even consider writing.  Also, Everybody Poops.

BroJo: Where should I go for Spring Break this year? (If I were still young enough to do such things.) 

CL: Anywhere except my ex’s attic.  I hear it’s a little too buttery this time of year. (Editor’s Note: TOAST!!)

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I want to thank Ericka very much for taking the time to answer my questions. I hope you all enjoyed it…and learned something too.

Any one else interested in being interviewed? Just ask in the comments or shoot me an e-mail. It’s listed above.

Wal-Mart is Always Good for a Post

So, I went to Wal-Mart last night. (Actually, I went tonight, but I’m writing this now, and it isn’t tomorrow yet. Wha!! Mind Blown?)

Walking in I encountered a car (like a station wagon) that had a sort of bumper sticker on the back glass. I say bumper sticker, but it was more like a large (very large) decal, that covered the entire back glass. It said “I love America. If you don’t – GET OUT!”

Oh, to live in the center of redneck-ville. Don’t get me wrong, I love this country too, but this sort of contradictory message gets me every time. Welcome to ‘Merica – now get into that melting pot…and you better like it too boy! Heaven forbid we treat our Brothers and Sisters like such if their Mothers and Fathers weren’t born here also.

Anyway….Wal-Mart!

I needed to get some cough syrup, and I figured on picking up something to eat for dinner. Naturally I left with about $60 worth of crap I didn’t need, like doughnuts, the latest Liam Neeson action flick, and Diet Coke with Splenda. (Gross) I do have to say that I managed to stay away from the Easter Peeps – it was hard, but I did it. Oh, and here’s some advice. If you’re ever wondering what the next holiday is just check out the Seasonal Aisle at Wal-Mart, the day after the most current Holiday. It’s Easter Season Baby! And once again we are celebrating with hollowed out chocolate bunnies, multicolored peeps, and mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups as far as the eye can see.

Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups Minis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is something that caught my attention during this particular trip. At first I didn’t think much about it, but eventually…things got a little weird. I ran into some friends and noticed that they were wearing, what appeared to be, workout clothes. At first I thought maybe they were just lounging out. But, this was Friday night, and it was really cold outside. Anyway, back to shopping. What do I see? Some more people walking around in shorts and tee-shirts. Ah…probably nothing. I head to check out and start to leave and I see more people coming into the store dressed this way…what is going on?

Is this a new thing? Are people going to do their weekend shopping after they get their Friday workouts in? Coincidentally our local YMCA is having a grand opening today (tomorrow – ain’t time travel grand?) I wonder if this new shopping phenomenon is part of the membership application?

Do you go to Wal-Mart when you’re finished with your evening workouts?

If yes, check this box

If no, GET OUT!

I probably have it all wrong. Anyway – the cough syrup is starting to kick in so…wha…what a second. Good Morning All! How’s it going this bright and glorious day!

Writing Like A Blogger

Let me begin this by saying…I’m not joking.

I have a problem. I write like a blogger…All. Of. The. Time. No kidding. I’m serious. Christmas cards, work notes, e-mails, text messages and even Valentine’s cards. This isn’t good.

I’ve talked about this a little before, and I will again. I was picked on as a kid (and still some) I’m short…and over-weight, always have been. An easy target. Because of this I have a couple of different defense mechanisms.

1. Self deprecation
2. Humor

These things are most often combined. I think I equate getting nervous with being picked on. So now, when I feel nervous – despite the fact that I may not be getting picked on – I still go on the defense. I may be wrong though.

The good thing is I don’t get as nervous as I used to. The bad thing is, when I used to get nervous I would drink – now when I get nervous I write. This is good if I happen to be writing a blog post, but that isn’t always the case. No one wants to see a Christmas Card that says “Hey, if Grandma got run over by a Reindeer…doesn’t that mean we won’t get any of those great cookies she used to make?” or a Work e-mail that says “You know the saying – The darkest hour is just before the dawn? – I wonder if that works for other things like – Your tummy is the hungriest just before the deuce.” You see, both of those look alright on your screen now…on a Brother Jon page, but not so much in other places. It’s had to show sincerity if all you ever do is joke around.

I need to learn how to turn off the “Blogging Mentality” when I’m doing other things. This is why so many people keep notebooks I suppose. I do too, but I guess I’m doing it wrong.

Note to self: If you think of something and your first instinct is Hey, this could be good blog material – save it for the blog. Don’t share it in any other form of written or typed expression. It’s easier to say…But, that was on the Blog…then to say…But, I write like a blogger. Every single thing we do is a choice. It’s better to Choose the Right (Write).

The right way (Photo credit: ElenahNeshcuet)

1. Choose the right when a choice is placed before you.
In the right the Holy Spirit guides;
And its light is forever shining o’er you,
When in the right your heart confides.

[Chorus]
Choose the right! Choose the right!
Let wisdom mark the way before.
In its light, choose the right!
And God will bless you evermore.

2. Choose the right! Let no spirit of digression
Overcome you in the evil hour.
There’s the right and the wrong to ev’ry question;
Be safe thru inspiration’s pow’r.

3. Choose the right! There is peace in righteous doing.
Choose the right! There’s safety for the soul.
Choose the right in all labors you’re pursuing;
Let God and heaven be your goal.

Words by Joseph L. Townsend

An Interview With a Shakespearean Character

What’s up guys! It’s time to get this interview business back on track. I’ve had several lovely people respond to my questions, including today’s guest – Iago’s Ghost. Iago is another real life friend of mine – which may explain why I may have been tough on him…but I know he can take it. He just happens to be Glow Worm’s Husband, member of the Armed Forces, Ex-English Teacher, father of…six I think…yeah – six, my Home Teacher and master grill chef. Please enjoy getting to know him.

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Hey Iago’s Ghost (IG),

How’s it going? Long time no see. Your wife, Glow Worm, suggested that I interview you next. (I sure hope there wasn’t any coercion behind that) Anyway, I think the good people in the blogosphere could really benefit from getting to know you better. What do you say? Here we go.

I’m doing well. Thanks for asking. No, there was no coercion. I told her to say “the DH,” when you asked her for suggestions. But she listed off a few other bloggers instead. I was kinda upset. After I had left the room in a huff, she went back and added me to the list. She’s mean like that. I say you are correct: good people would benefit from knowing me better because everyone is entitled to my opinion. And because this will appear on the internet, it must be true.

BroJo: When are you going to paint a red stripe on your van? Glow Worm already installed neon lights underneath. (I pity the fool that don’t get that reference.)

IG: Whoa, ya gotta get your priorities straight, BroJo. Before the red stripe, I need a sound system to match the lights. I gotta rattle some windows while drivin’ thru da ‘hood, ya know? Oh, we can’t forget the hydraulics and spinning hub caps either. “We like the cars, the cars that go boom.”

BroJo: Speaking of Glow Worm….what’s it like having to follow her here? Must be tough.

IG: “Sometimes you kick. Sometimes you get kicked.” Nah, that wasn’t tough. Tough was OCS.

BroJo: Between you and her, who’s the better cook? (I’ll allow hamburger recipes, even though I shouldn’t)

IG: Everyone is allowed to have just one bad day when they slightly under cook some hamburgers, aren’t they? Ok, I admit it. I burned the outside and the inside was a little pink. Ummmm. Ok, yeah they were raw in the middle. It won’t happen again. Promise. (Editor’s Note: Those burgers were just fine. I order my steak like Woody does on The Cowboy Way – Knock it’s horns off, wipe its butt and throw it on a plate!)

BroJo: So, you’re an English Teacher that doesn’t like to write. Find the question in there yourself, Shakespeare.

IG: Iago was one of most villainous characters in all of literature. Everyone has a little Iago in them. Well, if he’s inside you he must microscopic. He’s that voice inside your head telling you, “club that baby seal!” or “light that match.” Iago will tell you not to mention the drop of sauce on someone’s chin. He’s kinda mean like that. When I was about 10 years old we drove past two fat women, and I said, “Save the whales!” That was Iago. When I was in third grade I shot a spit wad at my teacher’s butt. I blame that on Iago.

BroJo: What’s it like living through the 70′s? Like, all of the 70′s? (Old).

IG: Not old, wise and distinguished. I was a child during the 70s. With a few notable exceptions I barely remember it. I do remember going to see Star Wars in the movie theater. Twice! I also remember seeing this girl wearing bell-bottom corduroy pants. Even to my 5-year-old fashion sense they were ugly.

BroJo: What is your favorite song from your birth year?

IG: I don’t know. (Editor’s Note: I’m not buying this for one second. It was probably “Jesus Is Just Alright” – by The Doobie Brothers, but I might be wrong.)

BroJo: Why did 80′s hair-band music have to happen? If only I had a time machine.

IG: To show you young ones what real music is—unlike what that fat prancing Korean or that Bieber what’s-his-name are singing. Also, it had to happen so that totally original musicians of today could steal classic 80s tunes for lame hip-hop mash-ups. Hey, at least in the 80s they actually played live music, and they sang songs about stuff that mattered. You know, like busting moves, blondes in black cars, shouting at the devil, justice for all, roses (and how every one has its thorns), how to dance safely, pyromania, monkeys going to heaven, little red corvettes, and girls, girls, girls! What would you do with a time machine, by the way? (Editor’s Note: Time Machine = Shorter Haircuts and Less Make-Up on stage.)

BroJo: What do you think about Disney potentially making three new Star Wars movies?

IG: At some point in my life I stopped caring about a lot of stuff. But now I hear J.J. Abrams may be the director for the new movies. He is also directing the Star Trek reboots. I don’t think he should be double dipping with both of the most iconic Sci Fi film franchises in the world/galaxy/universe. Joss Whedon might be a better pick. Star Wars could be much darker and compelling than it is with the right director. Christopher Nolan, Zack Snyder, and maybe even Bryan Singer would be interesting directors. But I really don’t care who directs the movies. I have more important things to worry about nowadays. Like did you know that Beyonce lip-synched the National Anthem at Obama’s inauguration? Now she’s actually going to sing at the Superbowl. “Is it live or is it Memorex?”

BroJo: How many mistakes (typos, grammar, etc.) have I made so far?

IG: “Everything counts in large amounts.”

BroJo: Alright….Katy Perry, Zooey Deschanel, Emily Blunt, Katie Featherston, Mia Kirshner, or Siwan Morris?

IG: “Every little thing she does is magic. Everything she do just turns me on.” Honestly, I didn’t know who the last three lovely ladies on the list were. (I don’t watch much TV, and how’s that for alliteration?) But thanks to my friend Google, I see that all six of them have very similar appearances. Are you sure they aren’t all the same person? Katy Perry lost points with me when she dated John Mayer. Emily Blunt is pretty, and maybe her acting is a little under-appreciated. But she’s a little boring. So, I’m going with Zooey today. (Editor’s Note: Trick Question. They’re all the same person!)

BroJo: What’s your favorite trivia game? I need to practice.

IG: What is Jeopardy?! It’s the perfect game—a mix of mental speed, physical dexterity, and competition.

BroJo: Favorite book and movie of all time.

IG: Tough to pick just one. Tess of the D’urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. Maybe The Plague by Albert Camus. The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara. Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of nonfiction—mostly biographies or autobiographies of military men or mountain climbers.

I really liked The Matrix, and Gran Torino ranks among my favorites. One of the best movies ever made, however, was Big Trouble in Little China. I still watch that occasionally and laugh like I did the first time I saw it. I love the scene where Kirk Russell kisses a girl then goes off to fight the bad guys with red lipstick smeared all over his mouth.

BroJo: Your kids sported mustaches during Christmas…..When are you going to grow one? Join me next Movember?

IG: I don’t like my face to be itchy. My face always gets itchy with more than a few day’s growth. And unless I make it through the Q course, I won’t be wearing a mustache for the Army. So, I don’t think a mustache is not gonna happen. Besides, the wife likes my face smooth.

BroJo: What can we expect out of the Garden this year?

IG: Expect the unexpected. Let’s just say I’ll be trying out some new fertilizer blends. (Editor’s Note: Stay away while experimenting with new fertilizer!)

BroJo: How many mistakes (typos, grammar, etc.) have YOU made so far?

IG: “Maybe someday saved by zero.”

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So, there you have it. Iago is awarding “points” to those that can guess where all of the quotes come from.

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So…There Was A Phone Call

You notice the similarity between this title and the previous one? There is a reason for that.

So…There’s This Girl

Her name is – well, that’s not important, so we’ll just call her Bug Kessabug. (There’s a reason for this…just so you know, although she claims to not remember why. ) Sorry for the emoticon. I had to.

My Bruddah (Redux)

This is a re-post from way back when I started blogging. Bruddah was called down after I wrote this, but he’s been called back up – and in fact leaves for the start of his training this Sunday. I thought this was pertinent to upload again. Please enjoy.

A little bit about my Brother.

 He is a member of the Missouri National Guard, and has been for ten years now. It’s hard to imagine, but hey, we’re all getting older, that can’t be helped. From what we know so far, he has been deployed to go overseas. Specific dates and places are up in the air, not that I’d get into that anyway. (We actually know this time. He is going to Afghanistan around June.) But this isn’t why I’m here today. A few memories entered my brain this morning that deal with a few “altercations” we had while we were growing up. Please don’t judge. We were kids, and we look back and laugh at this stuff now. (At least I do)

Doing Work

We didn’t really have that much of a rivalry until we were a bit advanced in age. Our popularity didn’t start very good for me, but I’m coming up with the long end of the stick now-a-days. (Ha Ha Sucker!) This part of the story was laid out in a blog called I’m Not His “Older Brother” Any More, He’s My Younger Brother. Growing up was a bit of a different story. I was the behaved one (most of the time) and he, well, lets just say he got himself into a few “pickles” back in the day. The bad thing is I did my fair share of “pickling”, I just never got caught. Because of this he likes to tell people I got the brains and he got the looks. I can say that he got half of that statement true. I think all he got was the metabolism. I mean, the last time he came back from a tour of duty all of the nice old ladies at the local VFW were offering to cook him all sorts of Fried Chicken dinners. I don’t think he took one single lady up on that. Shame, shame, but I digress. Let’s try to get back on track. Oh yeah, a few minor “altercations”.

Kids, Don’t Try This At Home!

He needs all the help he can get

I’m pretty sure he remembers all of this stuff way better than I do, but I’ll try to get it right. First we have the story of the head in the dryer. Pretty simple when you think about it. We had one of those old dryers that sort of had the same thing as a refrigerator button. If you push the button on the fridge, the light goes out. If you push the button on the dryer, you can start the dryer without closing the door. How fun, right? Insert head, push button, start dryer. I’m pretty sure he agreed to it, but I can’t remember for sure.

Next we have a story about two boys, one shower, and a pellet gun. I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure he started this one. I think we were a bit older too. So there I am, minding my business, trying to take a shower. All of sudden a raucous breaks out in the bath room and I get tagged in the rear end. And it was a pellet, not a BB. Do you know the difference? That’s right, pellets are pointy, at least the ones we had were. He knew it was wrong right away and allowed me to get him back. “Alright, turn around. Hey, take that wallet out. Here we go.” I’m not sure if this qualifies as a New Testament teaching, because even though it was sort of an “eye for an eye” thing he did, literally, turn the other cheek. Hmm, what do you think?

Golden “The Legend of Zelda” NES cartridge. Light box with Vivitar 285-HV 1/4 from the right. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lastly we have a situation that, maybe, I gave the idea, but he definitely finished it. While living in town we became sorta bored every once in a while. Sometime before this particular day our dad taught us this neat trick with a magnifying glass. You could set things on fire with it! Cool! Not so much. Before I go on I have to admit that I am the geekier of the two of us, so I used to spend a lot of time playing the original NES (Nintendo) video games. One day I was playing the greatest game every made (The Legend of Zelda) when all of a sudden I hear all the noise coming from outside. I went to check it out and found two, or three, fire trucks and some cop cars parked out next to our house. Come to find out Brother and a friend decided to try out this magnifying glass trick over by the gas meter, at the corner of our house, and the neighbor lady called the law on him. At the beginning I said that you might be able to blame me for this one, and here’s the reason. A few days before this we were out by the dumpster, behind our house, lighting up tree branches with the magnifying glass. One of them got out of control and a neighbor, from behind us, walked over and put the fire out for us. We ran in the house and never spoke of this again. I don’t think mom even knew about this one.

There’s plenty more where all this came from, but I think I’ll go ahead and stop right here. Looking back on this stuff makes me realize that what ever problems I’m having now aren’t that big of deal. No matter what, everything works out in the end.

O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever. I will not put my trust in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his trust in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm. ~ 2 Nephi 4: 34

20) If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? 21) And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also. ~ 1 John 4: 20-21

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I Have a Really Tall Canadian BFF (RG – Q & A) *With Update*

It’s time for another Blogging Celebrity Interview! This week’s interviewee comes to us from Canada, the land of Eskimos, Sasquatch and maple syrup. Roller Giraffe may be one of my favorite persons ever – and I’m not just saying that. (I’m saying it because she said the same thing about me on my Birthday. Well, actually she used the word favoUrite.) Well, let’s get on with the show. What do you say, eh?