Family Stories 4
OK, this will be just a quick post, but I promise that I'll get a couple of decent articles up and written over the weekend. You know those days where you try to be witty, and bright, and enlightening to all those around you, but everything you say pretty much comes out as completely sarcastic and just flat out mean? Well, that's the day I'm having now - so instead of trying to be creative I think it's best I stick to real life funny stories.
It's like if you write somebody an email at like 3 in the morning, because you just can't sleep so you may as well do SOMETHING that's productive. So you write this long, heartfelt email to a dear long lost friend, with some occasional friendly jibes, and you go to sleep feeling good in the knowledge that all is well with the world, and your friend will rejoice in receiving your email in the morning. Then you wake up in the morning, and go back and reread your email, and realize that it's written in the same tone that you would use to write those darned Columbia House DVD people to tell them to stop sending you those freaking crappy DVDs that you NEVER asked for. So I figure - best not to write anything new now.
Story Number One
My family back at home all lived within a 10 minute drive of each other, from my Grandpa down to all the cousins, so we were pretty close and did things with each other quite often. So one year we took a vacation where Grandpa rented a bus and we drove for a few hours to a niceish place kind of close to the country. While there we held the first Family Golf Tournament. Unfortunately in the middle of the tournament it started to thunder, lightning, with small chunks of hail. That didn't actually stop us, because we were all manly men who will play golf through anything, come rain, hurricane, blizzard, or earthquake. Unfortunately the people in charge of the Golf Course thought otherwise, and asked us to leave the course. I don't remember who won the tournament, but I do remember that my uncle (he was a rather large man at the time but has since REALLY slimmed down) was too tired to walk some of the holes so instead of numbers for those scores, he had an H, two T's, an R, and a P, for Hot Dog, Tired, Resting, and Pooped.
Story Number TwoMy family has always done things in an innovative way. When I was a little baby (at least this is what my Mom tells me, I have faith that it's true)during Christmas time, my parents said I was too destructive to be around the Christmas Tree, so they put the tree in the playpen and let me roam free.
It's like if you write somebody an email at like 3 in the morning, because you just can't sleep so you may as well do SOMETHING that's productive. So you write this long, heartfelt email to a dear long lost friend, with some occasional friendly jibes, and you go to sleep feeling good in the knowledge that all is well with the world, and your friend will rejoice in receiving your email in the morning. Then you wake up in the morning, and go back and reread your email, and realize that it's written in the same tone that you would use to write those darned Columbia House DVD people to tell them to stop sending you those freaking crappy DVDs that you NEVER asked for. So I figure - best not to write anything new now.
Story Number One
My family back at home all lived within a 10 minute drive of each other, from my Grandpa down to all the cousins, so we were pretty close and did things with each other quite often. So one year we took a vacation where Grandpa rented a bus and we drove for a few hours to a niceish place kind of close to the country. While there we held the first Family Golf Tournament. Unfortunately in the middle of the tournament it started to thunder, lightning, with small chunks of hail. That didn't actually stop us, because we were all manly men who will play golf through anything, come rain, hurricane, blizzard, or earthquake. Unfortunately the people in charge of the Golf Course thought otherwise, and asked us to leave the course. I don't remember who won the tournament, but I do remember that my uncle (he was a rather large man at the time but has since REALLY slimmed down) was too tired to walk some of the holes so instead of numbers for those scores, he had an H, two T's, an R, and a P, for Hot Dog, Tired, Resting, and Pooped.
Story Number TwoMy family has always done things in an innovative way. When I was a little baby (at least this is what my Mom tells me, I have faith that it's true)during Christmas time, my parents said I was too destructive to be around the Christmas Tree, so they put the tree in the playpen and let me roam free.
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