Sha La La La

This is what makes having a mom, dad, brother and sister so worthwhile.

King of Comedy right here.

[14] That’s Not Bill Cosby, That’s My Dad

It’s Father’s Day again. So, this year I thought I’d blog a bit about my dear old dad. When I was a kid, I thought I had the meanest dad on the planet. When my sister and I would fight, his face in the doorway and his death stare was enough to make us freeze […]

[12] Rollercoast-errr

In some ways, I think my siblings’ love of torturing me was ingrained in their DNA through dear old Dad. My dad is a real ham (more on that in a future post), but he could also be a real jerk. Thanks to him, “amusement” parks have a different meaning to me. There’s no amusement. […]

[9] On the joys of being the baby

[9] On the joys of being the baby

Sometimes I wonder if my siblings actually enjoyed having someone new to torture, er, I mean, play with. The age difference sure helped. They seemed to enjoy making me feel bad and upset. They’d draw a picture of a pig with a curly tail and it would have my name written across its body. They’d […]

[4] Mom — The Omniscient

Move over Santa Claus. My mom has eyes in the back of her head. I swear to it. She knows everything. Sees everything. Hears everything. I learned this early on, when I was about 9 or 10. When I was growing up and playing with friends, there was this “rule” that I couldn’t/shouldn’t go inside […]

[3] When Dad’s away, the kids will horseplay

Like a lot of the kids I grew up with in San Diego, my dad was in the US Navy. What did this mean? For one, my dad would sometimes go overseas for months at a time. For me, that meant my siblings and I (especially my sister and me) could fight like “cats and […]

[2] Oh brother

While my sister caused some psychological pain, my brother fulfilled the physical pain and overall annoyance.Actually, sometimes they’d double team me by forcing the “deadly tickle” (one pinned me down and the other tickled away) or swinging me onto the bed (one had my hands and the other had my feet). Good times indeed. Since […]

[1] Scarred for life. Thanks sis!

Things my has sister taught me: 1. Since I’m the youngest, I’ll be all alone because everyone else will be DEAD before me. She sang a song in a somber voice that goes something like, “No more [insert name]. The flowers are for you.” 2. The Tooth Fairy and my sister not only write the […]


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