I know.
I have totally dropped the blogging ball.
I was doing so well keeping up on the daily blogging tasks: posting early, coming up with interesting topics, and advertising myself to all my friends like a cheap car salesman-- (Southern Californians will recognize this one:)
"Go See Cal, Go See Cal"
However, I got lazy this week. That's the affect San Diego has on people. Life just slows down and you can't help but think, "Would it be so bad if I just took care of it tomorrow?"
Apparently, the answer is YES!
Why do I say that? Well, because I received a harsh and unruly comment on my blog from an unhappy reader:
Who, you might ask, would post such a sour and brutal comment on a new and inexperienced blogger?
THIS GUY:
No, not the cute one, the one on the left.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is my brother. My snot-nosed, sharp-tongued, butt-faced, lazy-eyed, genius of a brother. Kevin.
Kevin is and will always be my very first best friend.
In fact, Kevin is the kinda guy who is everyone's best friend. He is a master of all trades, renaissance man of sorts. You like singing? So does Kev. You like dancing? So does Kev. You like surfing, skating, wakeboarding, snowboarding, biking, pogo-sticking? So does Kev. You like movies? He could star in one. You like intelligent conversation? The kid will blow your mind. You like chillin' like a villain? That is his specialty! The guy is a freak!
So with that I have to tell a slightly embarrassing (more cute than mortifying) story just to quiet down the peanut gallery. (Hahaha you asked for it Kev!)
As many siblings do, Kev and I were always causing trouble. Catching frogs in the gutter and letting them loose in our bathtub, playing "nudist colony" with Barbies and GI Joe, running on the tops of our couches like Mary Poppins chimney sweeps
Ah, the good ol' days. But, this one time (at band camp) we were probably 4 and 6 years old we got into some serious (as serious as kids can get) trouble for our usual shenanigans and my mother, with all her incredible patience, punishes us once and for all.
She yells, "That's enough! I've had it with you two! Now, Shannon, go sit by yourself over here and Kevin I want you to go stick your nose in that corner! You both need to think about what you've done"
She points me in the direction of my room to isolate myself in guilt and Kevin to the end of a long hallway between our rooms (smart woman, she knew if he was in his room he would just play with toys!) After about two minutes I hear a feeble whimpering that lures me cautiously out of my solitude.
"Mom? Can you come here? I think Kevin needs your help..."
"What?!? I thought I told you--"
She comes flying around the corner, frustrated teeth gritting, to find my brother face down with his butt in the air. He is crying because he can't seem to accomplish this difficult task she is asking him to do...
She interrogates, "Kevin, what are you doing?!"
He is too frightened to move from his post as he struggles to get his face closer to the apex of the wall and the floor:
"I can't do it Mom. I can't get my nose into the corner...
my head is too big!"
Hate to break it to ya Kev, it always has been, and with those smart-ass comments you're making on MY blog, it doesn't look like that's going to be changing anytime soon!
So freakin' cute, even for a big-headed little twerp!
That's my bro.
Now, on to the subject of San Diego...
But, now that I think about it, would it be so bad if I just take care of it tomorrow?
However, I got lazy this week. That's the affect San Diego has on people. Life just slows down and you can't help but think, "Would it be so bad if I just took care of it tomorrow?"
Apparently, the answer is YES!
Why do I say that? Well, because I received a harsh and unruly comment on my blog from an unhappy reader:
Who, you might ask, would post such a sour and brutal comment on a new and inexperienced blogger?
THIS GUY:
No, not the cute one, the one on the left.This, ladies and gentlemen, is my brother. My snot-nosed, sharp-tongued, butt-faced, lazy-eyed, genius of a brother. Kevin.
Kevin is and will always be my very first best friend.
In fact, Kevin is the kinda guy who is everyone's best friend. He is a master of all trades, renaissance man of sorts. You like singing? So does Kev. You like dancing? So does Kev. You like surfing, skating, wakeboarding, snowboarding, biking, pogo-sticking? So does Kev. You like movies? He could star in one. You like intelligent conversation? The kid will blow your mind. You like chillin' like a villain? That is his specialty! The guy is a freak!
So with that I have to tell a slightly embarrassing (more cute than mortifying) story just to quiet down the peanut gallery. (Hahaha you asked for it Kev!)
As many siblings do, Kev and I were always causing trouble. Catching frogs in the gutter and letting them loose in our bathtub, playing "nudist colony" with Barbies and GI Joe, running on the tops of our couches like Mary Poppins chimney sweeps
Ah, the good ol' days. But, this one time (at band camp) we were probably 4 and 6 years old we got into some serious (as serious as kids can get) trouble for our usual shenanigans and my mother, with all her incredible patience, punishes us once and for all.
She yells, "That's enough! I've had it with you two! Now, Shannon, go sit by yourself over here and Kevin I want you to go stick your nose in that corner! You both need to think about what you've done"
She points me in the direction of my room to isolate myself in guilt and Kevin to the end of a long hallway between our rooms (smart woman, she knew if he was in his room he would just play with toys!) After about two minutes I hear a feeble whimpering that lures me cautiously out of my solitude.
"Mom? Can you come here? I think Kevin needs your help..."
"What?!? I thought I told you--"
She comes flying around the corner, frustrated teeth gritting, to find my brother face down with his butt in the air. He is crying because he can't seem to accomplish this difficult task she is asking him to do...
She interrogates, "Kevin, what are you doing?!"
He is too frightened to move from his post as he struggles to get his face closer to the apex of the wall and the floor:
"I can't do it Mom. I can't get my nose into the corner...
my head is too big!"
Hate to break it to ya Kev, it always has been, and with those smart-ass comments you're making on MY blog, it doesn't look like that's going to be changing anytime soon!
So freakin' cute, even for a big-headed little twerp!That's my bro.
Now, on to the subject of San Diego...
But, now that I think about it, would it be so bad if I just take care of it tomorrow?
7 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA...now we are talking! That is some grade AAA entertainment right there. That story is hilarious! Good topic.:)
Oh Cal Worthington!! Quality San Diego commercial. You know he is still doing commercials? He just not sitting on top of Elephants anymore. But the commercials somehow are just as bad.
Good one! Little brothers have such good blogability!
Kevin is gay.
I for one, appreciated the nudist colony shout out. If I remember correctly, your mom wasn't too happy with that one either....ha ha. Glad you had fun in SD.
Oh, so very funny!!! The nose in the corner will always make me laugh til I cry!!! I never actually saw the chimney sweep thing, the things that happened when I was at work. Thank goodness for you both that you had a stepfather who was lenient. I don't remember the "nudist colony" with the dolls. What else have I forgotten or never even knew about?! I LOVE MY KIDS!!!! MOM
what a coincidence . . . i too read this blog instead of working . . . and Kevo does provide for some pretty seriously hilarious situations
I agree with chicagoens . . . you should have never left sunny CA!! It means we never see you in SB anymore!
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