Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Wow -- Joe's story brought back a memory I had repressed for quite some time. It too involves crap. At my folks house in Ohio, we don't have septic but sewer. One day my brother Brian and I were home alone. This was almost always a recipe for some sort of disaster -- though I can't figure where the rest of the clan was. I was older, so they were probably at one of my brother Joe's football games. Brian and I came back from some sort of adventure and the homestead STUNK. Huge, gag-inducing, stink.

We went to our basement and alas we were awash in crap. The sewer had backed up into our house. Now this is the part that I can't figure out to this day, for whatever reason my brother and I decided that it was our sworn duty to remove the crap. So we got shovels-snow shovels and began shoveling shit. In this lovely fecal matter was lots of corn. Giving me a new found respect for the undigestibility of corn. The other part I'm blanking on is what we were doing with the crap once we shoveled it. I assume putting it in a garbage can -- but all I recall is the shoveling.

While shoveling my folks came home and looked at us like we had lost our minds. (That's what responsibility gets you). My dad said lets go up to the hardware store and get a shop vac. Thus ending my brother's and my adventure as shit shovelers.

This was not what I was going to start off with or the reason I sat to post but it all came rushing back with Joe's septic tale. BTW, the other day John Paul and I were talking about what a good big brother he was. I said I wished I had a good big brother. John Paul said, "You did, right mom and he died?" I said yeah. John Paul's response was, "But you still have Gary and Bazzuka Joe." I told him that was right.

Anyway... What sat me down to post was my making blueberry muffins. It reminds me of the one thing that Vito may not have found annoying. (Although now that I writing, there really might have been some annoyance). He was giving John and I enough Hostess mini-muffin packs to feed the masses. He looked at John -- not the "So I looked at him" look-- as he passed out a little serving bag and said, "Sometimes you get six." As in sometimes you get six in that little bag instead of five and this was almost as good as winning the lottery. Now I'm wondering if maybe he wasn't annoyed that you didn't always get six. Today when I brought the muffins in to John, I purposely brought him six to see if he would make the comment, because now almost everytime I make mini-muffins, one or the other says it. But today it was not to be and I was annoyed.

For the Helen mix, I think you can do an all Eurythmics and Annie Lennox mix. You could have:
  • "You have put a Chill (in my heart)"
  • "You hurt me and I hate you"
  • "Why?"
Shortly I will attempt to take the boys out into the blizzard. Ain't nothing that builds character like playing in a blizzard. Joseph is already balking but he will join the festivities.