Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Its like an itch I can't scratch

and it is driving me INSANE.

I have only ridden my motorcycle ONCE in the last TWO MONTHS. Ever since I bought it I have ridden through all types of weather with a Death May Care attitude, but for some reason I have been totally wimping out this year. I tried rolling down all the windows in the car and shutting off the windshield wipers but it JUST IS NOT THE SAME. I am finding myself becoming quite surly (for me anyway) and very tense between the shoulders.

Maybe I better gird up (gird? what the hell IS that, anyway) the ol' loins and put on some leather before I kill someone.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

You Should Give Us Good Presents

This is to you, the younger siblings of the world, from us, the eldest siblings.

We deserve good gifts.

You may not want to acknowledge this, you may not even realize it, but without us your life would have been soooooo much more difficult as you grew up.

In the world of parenting, we are the ones our parents practiced on so they would get it right by the time they got you. With us, anytime something happened in our young lives the typical response from our parents was "Shit! What do we do?? What does Dr. Spock say?". If the answer wasn't in Dr. Spock's book and the grandparents weren't around, then they had to wing it. We are the world's experimental children.

We were the first to lie, the first to say no, the first to go to the principal's office, the first to swear in front of them, the first to stay out past curfew, the first to come home tipsy (ok, hammered), and the first to dent the car. We broke (and in some cases shattered) all the barriers so that when it came time for your pathetic attempts at rebellion you didn't get punished nearly as hard.

Yes, they took more pictures of us than they did of you. Ultimately all that means is that there are more embarrassing pictures of us floating around out there, waiting to bite us on the butt.

Yeah, yeah, we picked on you too.. Get over it. That is what we were supposed to do! We also made sure that we were the only ones that got to to that. If someone at school tried that same shit on you we took care of them.

You got hand-me-downs. Now imagine all the dorky crap Mom tried to get for you being all you had to choose from.

Now think about this: If it hadn't been for us, you would BE US!



editor's note- this was to be much longer, but I have been asked to stop being sofa king stupid and update my damn blog. So here you go. (Craftsman tools are always appreciated for gifts, even if K Mart sells them now)

and thanks to Denise for the inspiration for this little tirade!