I thought it might be a good idea to make some requests for stories that need to be retold:
Oil-well riding, dragonfly-taming, cat-watching, and entire series of articles dedicated to bloodweed, castle building, a map of our yard, Craig getting pushed out of a window, the pits, gumbo, gumbo, the Laughmans, keifer pear harvests, "Bless our hearts...", whacking day, the first time we held a tarantula, drop kicks on the trampoline, lego wars, space wars, stick wars, mud wars, warring over the computer, etc., Cherish eating butter, Chanda eating cockroaches, all of us eating catfood, Blacky the zombie cat, cockroaches in general and the terror they inspire in us to this very day, Dad's tickling ability and secret ninja moves, that wonderful TV, using the rumble of the Beluga to dive for bed, the bay house, crazy mexican neighbors, crazy drunk neighbors, crazy French speaking nam vet neighbors, metal fans, wind tunnels, hide-and-seek, homemade bread, eggplant, wheatberries, the "bagganing", fire ants, mowing the lawn, winning soccer seasons, pathetically losing soccer seasons, blow-gun fights, Masters of the Universe, and oh, so much more.
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I take offense to calling Blackie a zombie. That wasn't until she was shipped to the hell hole known as Jersey.
Who is Rugo?
Also, I agree heartily.
That's me, Tim(my). I'd started a blog in half Hungarian half English and Rugo is my Hungarian nickname.
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