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September 20, 2006
Not that there's anything wrong with that
Let's suppose you read the following entry from the other day:
This is a story mom and dad recently told.
Up until the time I was 4-years old (and some change) we lived in Middletown, Ohio. This would have been 1964.
Across the street lived a little boy about my age. His name was Steevie.
One day Steevie dropped by the house to visit. Alone. This was uncommon.
"Where are your mom and dad?" asked one of my parents.
"They're playing horsey," replied Stevie.
Conversation was probably replaced with milk and cookies at this point.
And then you read the following comment, left by my mother.
In a discussion with Big D I was relating the story about you and Jerry C. house sitting while Jerry's parents were away. You coming home with scratches on your shoulders and back and telling me that you both had been wrestling in Jerry's driveway.
Your first thought would be?:
I have been there for most of the things that have happened in my life, but I've got to admit that when I read that comment I was sort of stumped. I actually had to do some math -- Jerry and I were college roommates in 1978 thru 1980. Which put me at 20 on the high end. I was 21 before I discovered my special purpose (which isn't entirely true ... I was 21 before I quit flying solo) so the 'scratches on your shoulders and back' sort of threw me. I thought that maybe I'd been with a young lady -- a scratcher, possibly a biter -- and that I'd been stupid enough to let my mother see the scars. The math did not work that way though.
Then I noticed how close to 'you both had been wrestling in Jerry's driveway,' which sort of put a different spin on things. It could have only been more troubling had mom said 'you both had been wrestling in a big tub of pudding.'
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I love all people. Straight, gay, bi, transgender, white, black, yellow, brown, Democrat. And a handful of Repulicans (probably you if you're one). Etc. And I want to offend no one.
Still, Jerry's wife, and I'm sure she's not a reader of this blog, might be concerned if she were to stumble across this entry. Not because Jerry's sexual past would trouble her, but, one look at me and you just know I'm a disease carrier of some sort. I believe I've blogged a couple of times about my STD (Sensitive Tongue Disorder) already.
So what happened? I got banged up in a car accident. I was trying to keep it from my parents.
By posting this, I'm not dissing my mother. I think I've explained before that I have a Trophy Mom. I just thought this was funny.
Posted by delmer at September 20, 2006 7:22 AM