How my sister and brother annoyed me this week

Who just doesn't make it known when "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" is on, when one knows when "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" is on? What a pair of information withholders. If they come here trick-or-treating, you best believe they're getting rocks. But P. S. to the rest of you: Happy Halloween!

I thought of a time my brother didn't give in

When I was little, being so much younger than my brother meant that I usually got my way. Like always drafting Mr. Mookie, when Joe Jr. and I were wrestling I always chose to be Junkyard Dog. He was my favorite. And see how nice Joe Jr. was? He always let me be JYD. Much nicer than my mother who, when I wanted a Junkyard Dog comforter for my room, only bought a Junkyard Dog school folder for me (and a comforter with ruffles and light pink flowers).

Until one day when Joe Jr. decided to not be nice anymore. He tricked me into letting him choose who he wanted to be first, and then he chose Junkyard Dog. I was so mad. I yelled and whined and he would not change. I'm sure I threatened to not play, and I'm sure he said he didn't care. Honestly, it's the only time I remember him not giving in. It was infuriating. I ended up having to be Hulk Hogan. It was a sad day.

Another letter

Dear Minneapolis,
There's a reason I don't live in Seattle. Please have some sunshine soon.
Sincerely,
Lucy

My daddy made my day

When I was little my favorite baseball player (yes, coming even before Kirby Puckett) was Mookie Wilson. He was the most wonderful baseball player a small person could ask for: his name was Mookie, and he was once on Sesame Street. When my brother and I would play the baseball card draft game that he and my father would always play (and thus I wanted to play because Joe Jr. was my hero), it was guaranteed that I would draft Mookie if he was in the pack. (And if he wasn't, my next choice would be a Twin, followed by a Met [since that was Mr. Mookie's team].) (And if he was and my brother tried to be a brat and draft him, I probably cried, and with me being 9 years younger, he always had to give in.)

Well, my dad still occassionally buys old cards at garage sales and antique stores just because. And while looking through a 1990 pack the other day, he came across my beloved Mookie Wilson. Not the perfect card, since by 1989 Mookie was no longer with the Mets, but still, it's Mr. Mookie. And so, my dad pulled it out of the stack to give to me when he saw me later. And so, I now have a Mookie Wilson card propped up on my dresser. Thank you, Daddy!

Jeremiah 33:2-3

"Thus says the Lord who made the earth, the Lord who formed it to establish it - the Lord is His name: Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things which you have not known."
How cool is that?

Conversation of the day

At lunch at work today:
Resident: "Lucy! Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!"
Me: "Yes?"
R: "Lucy!"
Me: "Yes?"
R: "Lucy!"
Me: "Yes? What do you need?"
R: "Lucy, do you have anything to go with coffee?"
Me: "A pumpkin bar."
R: "A what?"
Me: "A pumpkin bar."
R: "I don't know what that is."
Me: "It's like pumpkin bread."
R: "Oh. Do you have pumpkin bread?"
Me: "No, I have a pumpkin bar. It has frosting on it. But it's like pumpkin bread."
R: "Do you have pumpkin bread?"
Me: "Well, it's like pumpkin bread, but it's a bar."
R: "I don't know what that is."
Me: "It's like pumpkin bread. Why don't you just try it."
R: "Do you have pumpkin bread?"
Me: "Why don't you just try it?"
R: "I don't know what it is."
Me: "I'll go get it and you can try it."
R: "Oh."

Dear my brother's dog,

A ponytail is not the same thing as a tug-of-war rope toy. Please don't maul my head. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Lucy

Movie Review: "The Outlaw Josey Wales"

My brother loves Clint Eastwood, which is why he was scandalized when he found out recently that I had never seen a Clint Eastwood movie. He decided he needed to show me the greatness that is Clint, and I said, sure, fine, whatever.
So today we were supposed to get together and have a marathon. He, however, has no attention span, so we ended up with only one. Seeing as my first Clint movie had to be a western, and "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly," is "like 5 hours long" (or 2 hours and 47 minutes), he decided the best one would be "The Outlaw Josey Wales."
Basic premise: bad guys kill Josey's family, Josey goes out to kill the bad guys.
It was alright. It was a western, and I think that's my feeling towards most of them (except "Shane," which was dumb, and "Tombstone," which I just don't get the appeal of). There were some intentionally funny moments, and a few moments when I just had to laugh at Clint being all tough.
I didn't mind watching it. As long as I was watching it with my brother. He asked if I wanted to borrow "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly," but I really don't see myself watching one of these by myself. But now I can say that I've seen a Clint Eastwood movie. So there we go.

I would just like to take this opportunity to say...

1. That I apparently use capitals in my posts all the time now.

and

2. That we love you, Nicky.

Dear Twins,

Thank you for not playing tonight so I don't have to choose between you and 'The Office' wedding.

Sincerely,

Lucy

Congratulations, boys!

AL Central Division Champions!