Lotho pulled off the Second Great Rescue of which I'm aware although there are probably more since he gets off on doing that but not telling anyone. He must not have got the Fraser Grandstanding Gene.
The First Rescue was a collaborative effort with Queen Bee to rescue me from Scotland where I was stranded and had no chance of extricating myself.
The Second Rescue was just last week with Tinkerbell since her circumstances were comfy but questionable in Florida so he brought her up to Tennessee and he reports her dog was neurotic at first but then it discovered the back yard. Unknown if this Rescue was collaborative but it doesn't matter since it worked and Tinkerbell has a new home.
Putting too much attention on that is not so good since he doesn't like it but those acts look highly damn saintly to me.
Where some attention may not be so terrible is on the fact he will marry off his boy this month as well. It's not too difficult for this to be his eldest son since he only has one but he's coincidentally the eldest anyway. Unlike my case in which I've sought to be a constant disappointment to my parents, The Raven is bringing a woman home, he has a reliable job, and they want to make babies.
Another beauty part is this means Tinkerbell will be able to participate in the wedding and that makes it all the more a bitch neither I nor Yevette can be there but it's a smile to know it happens.
Note: you know how it goes with Top Gun rules as I must not leave my wingman. It took way too long to learn that but it's rock solid now.
I don't think things really work this way but, if rescuing Tinkerbell constitutes 'paying it forward,' then this should be one splendid wedding.
He has also rescued her from Debbie Wasserman Schultz and he gets a high five for that any time.
I didn't word this at all well when I mentioned it yesterday but it needs to be clear when there's a whole lot of goodness radiating out of Tennessee and, sure, they have punk kids who burn up Gatlinburg but they also have Rescuers and, unlike firestarters, they don't usually want any attention.
It's a heartbreaker in being unable to attend the wedding since I haven't seen Lotho or anyone in his family in a long, long time and even longer for Tinkerbell. However, there will be fireworks shooting off into the sky around the end of the month and you won't be able to see them but we will. We only need to know they're happening to get the vision of it.
Although pictures will be highly appreciated.
Note: don't read the above as concern about any disappointment that ML and I did not make any babies. My family just had to suck it up on that one since it would have been an exceptionally bad idea if we had done that and for both of us. No explanation is necessary beyond different lives have different objectives.
I have much better reasons for flogging myself than any failure to make babies.
The Raven is going to walk, tho, since you know the old mantra: he's your son until he takes a wife.
I don't mean to shrink him too much but it must be bittersweet since Lotho has had family around him all his life, as have all in my family other than me. He grew up with five brothers and sisters then had a relatively brief time in-between and he's spent his adult life with three children, a grandbaby, and all their friends.
Don't read any woe is me since the five-sibling crazy of when we were children could be crazy good and crazy bad but it wasn't something I sought in my adult life and that wasn't to avoid it.
Therefore, I really don't know what comes for Lotho although I have no doubt he will be beaming the first time The Raven and Mrs Raven turn up with a brand-new crumbsnatcher. There's no possible way he will be able to contain those sunbeams.
And today's Rockhouse Hare-Brained Theory for why parents somewhere-or-other (Georgia?) applied for and were denied permission to legally name their kid Lula Does the Hula in Hawaii.
When the kids get a nuclear bombardment of pressure, guilting, and irrelevant crap about baby names, it makes perfect sense to give a kid a name like Lula Does the Hula in Hawaii.
For all her friends, her name will be Lula but for anyone who wants to be a prick about naming then she can force them to spit it all out. Lula is NOT my name (stamps her little foot). That would be exceptionally good for some high school English teachers who are so demonically prim and proper.
Ms Pogo Stick has to do the roll call for her class until she knows who the kids are and you bet Lula won't answer until she hears her full name. The whole class will be laughing and not at Lula.
Yes, I realize if I suggest the above to The Raven then I may wind up in deep, deep weeds but it does give me a bit of a chuckle. Say, Raven, what do you think about this idea, mate?
The First Rescue was a collaborative effort with Queen Bee to rescue me from Scotland where I was stranded and had no chance of extricating myself.
The Second Rescue was just last week with Tinkerbell since her circumstances were comfy but questionable in Florida so he brought her up to Tennessee and he reports her dog was neurotic at first but then it discovered the back yard. Unknown if this Rescue was collaborative but it doesn't matter since it worked and Tinkerbell has a new home.
Putting too much attention on that is not so good since he doesn't like it but those acts look highly damn saintly to me.
Where some attention may not be so terrible is on the fact he will marry off his boy this month as well. It's not too difficult for this to be his eldest son since he only has one but he's coincidentally the eldest anyway. Unlike my case in which I've sought to be a constant disappointment to my parents, The Raven is bringing a woman home, he has a reliable job, and they want to make babies.
Another beauty part is this means Tinkerbell will be able to participate in the wedding and that makes it all the more a bitch neither I nor Yevette can be there but it's a smile to know it happens.
Note: you know how it goes with Top Gun rules as I must not leave my wingman. It took way too long to learn that but it's rock solid now.
I don't think things really work this way but, if rescuing Tinkerbell constitutes 'paying it forward,' then this should be one splendid wedding.
He has also rescued her from Debbie Wasserman Schultz and he gets a high five for that any time.
I didn't word this at all well when I mentioned it yesterday but it needs to be clear when there's a whole lot of goodness radiating out of Tennessee and, sure, they have punk kids who burn up Gatlinburg but they also have Rescuers and, unlike firestarters, they don't usually want any attention.
It's a heartbreaker in being unable to attend the wedding since I haven't seen Lotho or anyone in his family in a long, long time and even longer for Tinkerbell. However, there will be fireworks shooting off into the sky around the end of the month and you won't be able to see them but we will. We only need to know they're happening to get the vision of it.
Although pictures will be highly appreciated.
Note: don't read the above as concern about any disappointment that ML and I did not make any babies. My family just had to suck it up on that one since it would have been an exceptionally bad idea if we had done that and for both of us. No explanation is necessary beyond different lives have different objectives.
I have much better reasons for flogging myself than any failure to make babies.
The Raven is going to walk, tho, since you know the old mantra: he's your son until he takes a wife.
I don't mean to shrink him too much but it must be bittersweet since Lotho has had family around him all his life, as have all in my family other than me. He grew up with five brothers and sisters then had a relatively brief time in-between and he's spent his adult life with three children, a grandbaby, and all their friends.
Don't read any woe is me since the five-sibling crazy of when we were children could be crazy good and crazy bad but it wasn't something I sought in my adult life and that wasn't to avoid it.
Therefore, I really don't know what comes for Lotho although I have no doubt he will be beaming the first time The Raven and Mrs Raven turn up with a brand-new crumbsnatcher. There's no possible way he will be able to contain those sunbeams.
And today's Rockhouse Hare-Brained Theory for why parents somewhere-or-other (Georgia?) applied for and were denied permission to legally name their kid Lula Does the Hula in Hawaii.
When the kids get a nuclear bombardment of pressure, guilting, and irrelevant crap about baby names, it makes perfect sense to give a kid a name like Lula Does the Hula in Hawaii.
For all her friends, her name will be Lula but for anyone who wants to be a prick about naming then she can force them to spit it all out. Lula is NOT my name (stamps her little foot). That would be exceptionally good for some high school English teachers who are so demonically prim and proper.
Ms Pogo Stick has to do the roll call for her class until she knows who the kids are and you bet Lula won't answer until she hears her full name. The whole class will be laughing and not at Lula.
Yes, I realize if I suggest the above to The Raven then I may wind up in deep, deep weeds but it does give me a bit of a chuckle. Say, Raven, what do you think about this idea, mate?
4 comments:
Lula is a highly respectable name out here.
Absolutely and I love the name! Georgia needs to lose the pogo stick to the backside and let the people do what they want.
Suggesting the kids won't be laughing at Lula is a reach. Kids laugh at each other over just about anything different.
The parents should have the right to name their children. But they should also have the sensibilities not to strap such an albatross around the child's neck.
I was forgetting how vicious kids can get. It has been a while now.
I'm sure you're already there on the state governing sensibilities ... bollocks.
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