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ם Silly Drawings
Posted on November 15, 2008 at 12:34 am
My baby sister (read as: 18-year-old sister) called me up and said:
“I need you to draw me two pictures. One of a skeleton and a robot holding hands on the beach, and one of a bellhop and an alien on a date at a playground.“
Consider it done.
A skeleton and a robot, holding hands on a beach.
An alien and a bellhop on a date at a playground.
My other younger sister happens to have a birthday this weekend, and since I already had all of my drawing materials out (read as: a black Sharpie and a 24-pack of crayons), I decided to make her a birthday card.
I’m submitting this to Hallmark tomorrow.
I am the best brother ever.
ם Mother’s Day
Posted on May 13, 2007 at 3:08 pm
My Mother’s Day card:
Front.
Inside.
Hallmark, I’m waiting for your job offer phone call.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I’m glad you have a good enough sense of humor to appreciate the card.
ם Rubik’s Redux
Posted on December 26, 2006 at 3:33 am
Just to keep you up to speed on my challenge to Will Smith, I’m now down to 3 minutes, 13.47 seconds.
Watch your back, Fresh Prince!
Also, being the good brother that I am, I got my kid sister Megan a cube for Christmas. She’s been playing with mine for a few days now, and she’s hot on Big Willy’s tail too. She’s down to four and a half minutes. I’d say we got a good gene, but one of my other sisters spent 4 hours with a cube without any luck, so that’s clearly not the case.
So how was your Christmas?
All the best to you and yours.
In my last post, I told you about my brutally torn frenulum labii superioris. Inspired by such oral gore, my dear friend Michelle, in a comment, decided to share a tale of her friend who pierced “that thingy in the back of their throat.”
Friends, that little dangly thingy is your uvula. Why do I know what that’s called? You’d never guess.
As it were, I have also painfully and bloodily severed my uvula at one point in my life.
This happened when I was roughly six or seven, as best I can recall. A few months earlier, my sisters had received a hula hoop as a toy, and in due time it was broken into a number of pieces due to various bouts of neglect and abuse. That’s fine, we were creative kids, so we played with the pieces of hard rubber tube. They quickly became a trumpet-like toy, and we would make silly noises in them and laugh at how they came out.
And then disaster struck.
While the end was in my mouth, my older sister decided it would be hilarious to bop it on the end. This launched it into the back of my throat, where the hard, brittle plastic sliced right through my uvula.
Ouch. I coughed up some blood, and it hurt to swallow for a day or two, but it healed pretty rapidly.
And now you know my ridiculous history of oral injuries. Tune in next week when I regale you with my tales of orthodontia.
ם Name My Family
Posted on June 26, 2006 at 11:47 pm
So I was eating dinner with my mom and two of my three sisters last night, and somehow the topic of “grandparent names” came up. We’re all familiar with the standard “Grandma” and “Grandpa,” the ever-popular “Mom-mom” and “Pop-pop,” and I even had a “Nana” and a “Grandpa Joe.”
But let’s be honest, these are boring.
My mom has always wanted to be Nonna (Italian for “grandmother”), and that’s just fine by me. But what will my children, nieces, and nephews call my father (who, just for your reference, strangely and notably looks just like this man)?
I propose “Jeepers.”
I think taking the kids to Nonna and Jeeper’s house will be the most adorable/hilarious thing ever, and my two younger sisters and my mom agree. However, my older sister, always a stick in the mud, is refusing to have her kids call him Jeepers.
Who’s right, me or my sister? Let me know what you think. But only if “what you think” is that I’m right and that Nonna and Jeepers are the best grandparent names ever. Thanks.
