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the good, the bad, and the pottymouth
May. 25th, 2006 07:40 pmI am so glad I decided to hang with the fam tonight.
I got some of the worst news you can get about your family and some of the best. My great uncle Jay died. He was married to my grandmother's sister. On my mom's side. He was a farmer in the truest sense of the word. He farmed the land well into his seventies, then he got sick and had to stop. Cotton. He farmed cotton. He's the one who taught me how to milk a cow and how to mend barbed wire. He always wore boots, jeans, a cowboy hat, some sort of shirt usually a cowboy style one, and his buddy holly glasses. He smoked a pipe. And that's how I will remember him.
I would like to go to the funeral, but it's Saturday morning, and I have to work. There's not way to get out of that either.
The best news being... my cousin Steph, who is sitting next to me right now because she wants to be part of this LJ experience, is pregnant. That's what she came here to tell all of us. She's gonna have a baby. I told her she has to quit talking like a trashmouth if she's gonna be somebody's mama. Because she's a trashmouth.
And she just slapped me on the arm. She hits like a girl. We'd wrestle about it, like we used to, but she's all preggers now. I draw the line at kicking the piss out of pregnant ladies. And as always in reference to either myself or Steph, I use the term lady rather loosely.
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jleary007, I heard what you did at your reading tonight. Thank you! You rock the MFing Casbah for that. Seriously. Thank you so much for the shout out.
I got some of the worst news you can get about your family and some of the best. My great uncle Jay died. He was married to my grandmother's sister. On my mom's side. He was a farmer in the truest sense of the word. He farmed the land well into his seventies, then he got sick and had to stop. Cotton. He farmed cotton. He's the one who taught me how to milk a cow and how to mend barbed wire. He always wore boots, jeans, a cowboy hat, some sort of shirt usually a cowboy style one, and his buddy holly glasses. He smoked a pipe. And that's how I will remember him.
I would like to go to the funeral, but it's Saturday morning, and I have to work. There's not way to get out of that either.
The best news being... my cousin Steph, who is sitting next to me right now because she wants to be part of this LJ experience, is pregnant. That's what she came here to tell all of us. She's gonna have a baby. I told her she has to quit talking like a trashmouth if she's gonna be somebody's mama. Because she's a trashmouth.
And she just slapped me on the arm. She hits like a girl. We'd wrestle about it, like we used to, but she's all preggers now. I draw the line at kicking the piss out of pregnant ladies. And as always in reference to either myself or Steph, I use the term lady rather loosely.
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jleary007, I heard what you did at your reading tonight. Thank you! You rock the MFing Casbah for that. Seriously. Thank you so much for the shout out.
