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About Me
We went to the county sheriff to press charges.
ReplyDeleteHe was a beer bellied, thick necked, red faced, cowboy hat wearing Texan.
Just what we needed. My son couldn't eat, wouldn't get out of bed. Now we've got bubba to help us.
The boy started telling his story. The sheriff wrote.
Then he stopped.
Mam, can I take your son over here and talk in private?
They went behind a particion. I could hear them, but my son couldn't see me.
Son, what those boys did was wrong. If they were adults they could get put away for a long time for something like that. This was serious. They coulda kilt you. Some times people throw up when stuff is shoved in their mouths. They choke and die.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
Well just be thankful you didn't.
Now listen. When I was a boy. I got jumped by some bad boys. They took down some swings at the playground and tied me up with the chains to to swing set. It was dark before somebody found me.
I fought those boys for years. Now, not them, you hear me, but everybody. I fought everybody but really Iwas fighting them.
I lost a lot of years being mad at those boys. They probably never thought of me after that day. But I fought em every day.
Don't let those boys do that to you. They were wrong, they were bad, but don't let em have any more of your time than they already took.
They came back to the desk and finished the paper work.
My son hadn't eaten in a week. Every time he tried, he got sick.
On the drive home he asked to stop at a Dairy Queen. He ate two hunger busters.
Grace came in the form of a beer bellied, thick necked, red faced, cowboy hat wearing Texas sheriff.
I took my nephew to the Santa Monica Pier last summer and we went on a Pirate ship ride where you’re strapped into a seat in a long narrow ship. It was a seemingly harmless kiddie ride that swings forward & then backward, higher & higher, picking up speed as it goes.
ReplyDeleteIt just got started, and on it's first backward swing I thought I was going to puke all over him. I grabbed his leg and squeezed it so hard he yelped.
“Ouch! Aunt Anne,” he said, rubbing his leg, “are you okay?”
Normally an aunt wants to appear in control around her nephew, especially when she’s being such a cool aunt by taking him on rides at the Pier, but I wasn’t okay.
“No, Nick,” I said panicked, “I’m not okay. I think I’m going to puke.”
I shut my eyes which made my nausea a thousand times worse. I wanted the ride to be over and it had just started.
“Whoosh,” we were going backwards again, faster & faster, higher & higher.
“Please God, let this fucking horrible ride end.”
But it didn’t. Not for another ten minutes of hell.
Once the pirate ship got as high and as fast as it could swing, it started it's descent, swinging back and forth, lower & slower, until it finally, came to a stop.
With wobbly legs, panicked eyes, a constricted throat, dry mouth, knotted stomach, and major headache, I disembarked the ship.
I’ll never fucking do that ride again.
The audience quieted down after the CEO introduced the keynote speaker.
ReplyDeleteA woman came on the stage and sat on a chair.
"What is she doing just sitting there?"
"They pay these presenters so much that she's probably getting ready to be 'creative.' God help us."
"Is she really doing what I think she's doing? Oh, my God."
"Don't look away now. I think I know what's coming. The conference organizer must be shitting his pants."
"No way. This is effing unbelievable. This so gross. Oh, geez, she's eating it too."
The 500 people were here to hear about innovation and organizational change, and here sat the keynote speaker picking her nose, and then putting her finger in her mouth.
"Friends, the reason why people and companies don't change is fear. A tribe of alpha fraidy cats will never be successful.
"The next time you're brainstorming new approaches, think about me picking my nose in front of this esteemed audience.
"If I can pick my nose in front of 500 executives, you can be courageous enough to try new business approaches."
Ruthie will never stop spending money. What about shoes, Spa treatments, entertainment, hair and nail appointments. The perfect dress for the evening or the outfits for the trip to Italy, France and Paris. What about my “culture, my education, my girlfriend time.” You wouldn’t want a stupid women
ReplyDeleteWhat is a girl suppose to do without $.Girls aren’t suppose to go without anything. It just doesn’t seem right. Noone tells a girl to ‘SAVE’ her money. Especially her father.
Men are here to work, they like to make money. That is if they love their job. If there job is important to them, and how much money they make, and who they are, because of their job. It’s important they don’t get to attached to loving there money more then their woman. The ones who wants to have good future with someone and be in control. Atleast, that, is what Mother told me. “It’s up to the man to support you”, then you will know he loves you.
I won't ride that ride ever again either. I got them to stop it and let me off.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laughts. I guess I have found my humor.
Grey Skies, California rain
ReplyDeletedashing across the street
We're here
It all seems so funny
Sorry, no witnesses
Do you take this..........
I giggle
so funny
I do.........
Outside
lightning, heavy rain
I slip
Oh God, my ankle
We're still late
We've made it back
In time for what??
There's a package
a present
For what???
I open
an iron????
What the??
I don't even know how.......
Oh! Oh! Oh!!!
OH - - NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!
Loved reading all of these!
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