I trekked back to the village of my youth once more to celebrate our nation's independence. Every trip back provides ample opportunity to glean pearls of wisdom only found in that corner of the globe.
- Pearl 1: The criterion for determining whether or not a pair of glasses is prescription or cosmetic rests solely on whether or not they have "nose thingies." -Callie, age 7
- Pearl 2: A wet paper towel makes a handy replacement for a dustpan if you only have one arm with which to sweep the floor. -Charlotte, my one-armed 3rd grade teacher (she can still feel her fingers after 40 years without them!)
- Pearl 3: I may have one of the funniest gene pools in North Alabama, maybe even . . . dare I say, the world. -me
I also found out my dad is running for Eva city council. There are about 250 eligible voters so he's taking the time to contact each one of them. He'll be up against at least 2 others, but he's confident that he'll win without a runoff. I think he may be the only one with a campaign manager--a volunteer, of course. Once you take even a penny for your campaign the hounds of beurocratic hell are unleashed upon you.
And hoping this isn't leaked to the aforementioned 250 voters, I share this story: Mindful of the long weekend without access to a gym, I took along my exercise ball to get in some crunches after hitting Eva's walking trail. My dad was immediately fascinated by it. "How in the world do you stay on the thing? Won't it roll out from under you?" And my favorite: "How much weight can it take?" I wouldn't let him on it the first few days. After all, he is still recovering from a bruised sternum from an incident involving a garden tiller. Sunday morning I conceded. And this is what transpired (pardon my emphysema laugh):
After all this, he insisted on buying it from me and my mom said he spent the entire afternoon rolling around on it. [Did you notice the strange animals in the top left corner? My folks are obsessed with stuffed animals that move and have music.]
They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree . . . or is it the nut?
9 comments:
You are WRONG, so WRONG for posting that video. However, I am so glad that you did and that I have enjoyed a laugh and heard your wonderful laugh!!!
I hope the elction goes well and there aren't any skeletons about your dad (like an exercise ball video) that are aired!
I wasn't able to see Pa on the exercise ball. :(
HOLY COW that was hilarious! I mean..."that wudn't funny." LOL I just love your dad. Thank you SO much for sharing this gem of a video!
Oh, my dear heavens! Please help me recover from the cramp in my side! Oh, thank you, thank you for that...!
I know what I'll be sharing with Jonathan when he gets home from work!
A great man from Eva once remarked that "All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nuttin'" I'm glad that your father has the gumption to run for an office that is often marked by a lack of recognition and is thankless. His first order of business should be breaking ground on sidewalk #2, followed immediately by institution of mandatory jumpsuits for participants at the dirt track. Let me know if we can help by making a small contribution to the campaign.
Jonny the "Morgan County" Angel
Susie!!! This is SO AMAZINGLY FUNNY!!! I laughed and laughed and laughed!!! Thanks for that! I love you!
I am at a loss for words....
So so so funny!
So funny that I had to share it with Chad. We love the singing animals as well. Video idea for your next trip to Eva: get all of those animals going at once ;-)
Suz- Oh my gosh! I have been having contractions all day. I was just laughing so hard at that, that they are bound to get worse! If this baby comes today, you will know you had a part in it! I would agree, the apple (nut) doesn't fall far from the tree!! Miss ya! If you ever come to Nashville, please call me!
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