March 24, 2005
foxes, our Dad, and a good spanking.
In my busy schedule I could only find time to recall two embarrassing stories of foxes. Coincidentally, they both have to do with our strange father and getting spanked. Background first. Our dad is extremely eccentric... both foxes and I consider him to be by far the strangest person we have ever encountered. As mentioned before, he is a math professorand can be pretty unpredictable. His hobbies have included roller skating, jumping on a pogo stick, and walking on stilts. One time I dyed some of my hair silver and he didn't notice. But he always notices when I have the slightest pimple and always brings up some element of my lifestyle that he dislikes that must've been the cause (eating chocolate, not getting enough sleep, not eating enough honey, not eating enough yams).
Anyways, when we were in middle school, he always forced us to eat two or three very large pieces of plain Romaine lettuce for breakfast. foxes hated this (as did I, but I was such a goody goody), and would insert them at the bottom of his bedroom trash can. Well, one day Dad found several shriveled leaves of Romaine lettuce at the bottom of the trash can (and as I write this, I realized that maybe I was the tattletale... oopsies) and immediately proceeded to yank down foxes' pants and underwear and give him a good spanking on his bare buttocks. I could hear foxes' cries down the hall for at least 10 minutes. My dad doesn't have a bad temper by any means, but the lettuce was really important to him. The second time, I think foxes was at least 12 or so. We were at a pretty nice seafood restaurant with some very proper family friends and were served an appetizer. There were these nice slices of some dairy product, and we couldn't tell if they were butter or cheese. foxes decided to smell them in an effort to figure out exactly what they were. Dad was mad again. He spanked foxes right in the middle of the restaurant much to the other patrons' horror. But at least foxes got to keep the underwear on this time. Seriously, our dad hardly gets angry at all, but somehow foxes figured out how to push those exact buttons. I mean, somehow I managed to get through life without one of these embarrassing (and painful-- my dad's hands are really calloused) spankings.
So how does this relate to foxes' behavior now? Unfortunately I can't think of anything witty. But I hope you enjoyed the stories. Best of luck to yaw'll.
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March 23, 2005
This, too, shall pass...
Well, I found out that I was going to be writing at the same time and by the same means that you did, and as I am typing this I have no idea what to write about. The world of blogs is very foreign to me. I just called and left my brother a message begging him to give me a topic. My strengths lie more in activities that don't require words, but I guess that way no one can accuse me of speaking pretentiously. Foxes knows I'm a terrible writer, and I have no idea why he would want me to embarrass him. But here we go.
I guess I'll blog about blogs. I've always hated blogs, but I think my brother's is not so bad, so I don't feel quite so guilty 'contributing' to the cause. I have a friend who regularly writes these ridiculously verbose entries in her xanga about everything that's happened to her and a deep analysis of her emotions and thoughts relating to every event. Constantly it's "Have you read my xanga?? Have you read my xanga??" And then I have to read it all lest I feel like a bad friend the next time we talk even though my reading it is probably detrimental to our relationship because of my increasing levels of annoyance. I mean, who do these people think they are?? Thank God this is anonymous. I get completely different feelings when I read foxes though. Sometimes it's as if there is no connection between his real life and what he writes here. I mean, the law school stuff you can believe as far as I know, but consider most of what he writes having to do with the opposite sex fiction.
Anyhow, if you have any ideas for better things to write about... or have a burning question about foxes that only a sister could know... or you wonder what life could be like without blogs and anything having to do with law school other than a brother who is applying... or need eBaying advice, send it on... for now I will include a pic I took of foxes in action when we were both at home on break not too long ago.
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