I have to say that I rather enjoyed the WE WANT BRENT chant comment from my loyal reader Mike. Mike wherever you are out there remember you are wasting too much time reading my worthless crap.
Speaking of crap, I feel like crap. Tonight is not courtesy of cold medicine but pain medicine. I hurt my back playing basketball Sunday night, and so I have taken about 1200 mg of Ibuprofen and a little blue pill one of my Mexican students gave me. He asked me why I was hurting and I told him what happened. He said "Com here my frien. Does you want to feel better or forget yous have a back?" (Funny, I can't type in a Mexican accent) None of that is true by the way except the amount of Ibuprofen I have taken today. There are no penguins in Mexico.
Speaking of Penguins, in order to keep the suspense alive about the reference to the penguin in my last post, I am offering a prize of 2 hours of Doobie Lovin (as my college friends used to refer to it) to anyone who knows what movie the penguin came from that I am talking about. Hint: It is not Batman 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ... 299. For a better description of Doobie Lovin, contact Brent Franke, Matt Gilchrist, Matt Wilson, or Chad Smith. I am not for sure why all the recipients of Doobie Lovin from college have male names since I am as far away from gay as humanly possible.
Speaking of far away, I like to hear that some people are planning parties and not inviting the Doolins anymore. That is real nice. Write and tell us about how fun the party was the next day after the party is over. Next time we're up, we can just give each other paper cuts and rub lemon juice in them.
Speaking of lemon juice, tonight for supper we had chili. I asked Emily how long til supper was going to be ready, and she said, "I am getting ready to cut the cheese." I said, "Oh, that is definitely going on the blog tonight." She cut the cheese about 6 times.
Speaking of 6 times, that is about how much longer this post is than it needed to be.
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WAHOOOO!!! He's back. There is no greater joy in the world (well maybe there is) than to read the incoherent ramblings of a deranged mind. Thanks to Emily for granting the dispensation allowing all of us out here in the vast wide internet to be indulged.
Don't be fooled, my friend, we had a moment of silence at what can only be described as "the best party ever" in remembrance of the only people we know who live in Missouri (well, there might be a few others). At any rate, we did think of you.
Lastly, The Blues Brothers conducted their "mission from God" in honor of the Penguin and to save the orphan children.
After further analysis of your tangential expressions, I must say that pain and cold medicine seem to bring out your creative juices.
Speaking of juice, can you rate the quality of the "cheese cutting?" I think that I would have like to have been a mouse in the house to be part of that little bit of excitement.
Speaking of excitement, when I was in high school, the Doobie Brothers made famous the term "doobie" as they and thousands of other around the country also enjoyed a little Doobie Lovin. While I would like to be transparent and expound on my own experiences of the 1970's, I realize that this is a family show.
Speaking of shows, did you happen to watch my Colts tonight?
Speaking of the night, it is well into the night and far past my bedtime. I'm throwing out some love to my inspirational brother who has evoked in me similar and equally irrelevant ramblings.
Uh, oh. The deranged rambling has become contagious. :-)
Oh, and it was Colby Jack cheese!
This whole blog thing is about as much fun as I've had in a long time...not sure what that says about me....But, I guess your family can take pride in knowing that many of the folks in southeast Iowa and west central Illinois tune in everyday just see what is going to come out of Macon, Mo!! It's kind of addictive in a way. One part of me thinks look at all the fun we have missed out on while you still lived around here, which then makes me think, why did you stick around so long...but then I think it would be happening in person if you still lived here, which we would really all prefer.
and as far as the cheese thing goes, I'll let Brent tell me what kind of cheese it was!!
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