How You Doin’ Blondie?

May 31, 2008, 11:07 pm
Filed under: Family, Humor, Images, Life, love, Pets, relationships | Tags: , , , , , ,

My brother and I were never any good at communicating our feelings for one another, so the bonds that we’ve formed over the years have always been of the decidedly silent variety.

One of the bonds we share is Cody. The day I went to go “adopt” Cody, my brother happened to be up visiting me. He drove with me out to Levittown, and he was the one that held Cody in the backseat during the drive home.

Sometimes when my brother calls, he’ll be in the middle of a story, or just about to tell me something, and he’ll just stop. When he stops, I know what’s happened, I know that’s he just depleted his bullshit source –Β he’s just run out of the energy to be Sargent Smile. So when he stops like that I always say, “Well Cody did the funniest thing today…” or “When Cody and I went for a walk today…” and I can hear the smile and the sigh of relief in his voice when he says, “Ok, tell me about it.”

To be honest, sometimes I’ve made up stories, or recycled old onesΒ – because the fact of the matter is, Cody is not that interesting. If Cody were a human, I imagine that he would be a middle-aged, slightly balding white guy with a beer gut who sits in his favorite recliner all day watching the 24-hr sports network. Lassie he is not.

But Cody’s exploits aren’t what’s important, it’s what they represent. To my brother, they’re like a safety blanket. To my brother, Cody represents something that he’s seen, touched, felt, and loved, that won’t be complicated by war. To my brother, Cody represents something that is incapable of being tainted by the nightmares that he has, or the nightmares that he lives.

Also, when I talk about Cody, it prevents my brother from having to get Lifetime Network-ish within earshot of his comrades.

So for my brother’s upcoming birthday, I got the idea that I would take a cute little photo of Cody and me and make a birthday card out if it.

My idea reached catastrophic levels of failure.

My exuberance level is at, like, a 10. His is at about a 4.

He’s just not that into me.

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Well, Blondie, you sure look different… πŸ™‚ Those are nice pictures, looks like a fun time! Thanks for posting!

Comment by Tim

Yeah. Not so hot with glasses and messed up hair, huh?

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

I think the pictures are great you two look like really good friends. The glasses are a real turn on for me. Please bring them with you when you come out to see me this summer

Comment by theroadnow

Blondie, are you kidding, you look great in both! πŸ™‚ What a nice set on sincere pictures… Awwwwwwww…

Comment by Tim

Really, Adam? Horned-rimmed glasses turn you on? I look like a school-marm. But thanks, both of you πŸ˜‰

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

School Marm…I see you understand

Comment by theroadnow

Question… Do you know what would look good on you?

Comment by palegrayforguilt

Nessun commento.

Comment by Joe

you don’t look like a school marm, you look very cute, and your dog’s expression is great… he was clearly very stoked about this photo session, ha ha!!! πŸ™‚

Comment by elisabeth82

My favorite photo is the second to last, the one where his ears are like completely back and he looks alot like a baby seal. I imagine he’s thinking, “Seriously, cut this shit out.”

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

You and your dog have a seriously uncomfortable bond. Is that your finger in his mouth?

Comment by finkenwalde

I was wondering when someone was going to notice that. See it started out as me kissing him on the cheek but at the last second he went in to bite my face and when I went to block him, that very awkward photo resulted.

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

Okay. Whatever. You justify it however you need to, Blondie.

Comment by finkenwalde

Allow me to offer this by way of response: Suck it, Fink.


Comment by How You Doin Blondie

So . . . remember a few posts ago, you talked about your neighbor who felt you up and never came back? Was the dog sitting on the floor and staring at him? ‘Cause guys hate that! We don’t want dogs to stare, wag their tails, and judge our moves.

Comment by jmjorat

Well first of all, Cody wouldn’t have let the guy get that close. He’s a big, lazy lump of fur until a man tries to touch me, then he goes positively “Call of the Wild.”

…it is for that reason that when my neighbor felt me up, we were at his house, and his dog was watching us.

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

Same difference. A dog (in this case, his own) was watching and judging his moves.

Comment by jmjorat

I like the 1st photo the best. Have you ever seen Taylor Swift’s video “‘m only me when I’m with you”? Taylor is laying down on the tour bus couch with a can of Reddi Whip. She just got done putting some whip cream in her mouth so her mouth was full. She looks off to the camera and finds that it is running and has the same exact look as you do in the 1st picture… πŸ™‚

Comment by Tim

Uh, Tim, isn’t Taylor Swift like 16 years old?

Hey, does anybody know if Chris Hansen offers reward money for people who phone his tip-line?

…Just kidding Tim, and I appreciate the thought. But seriously though, isn’t she like 16? Why the fuck did her parents let her do a video where she’s got whip cream in her mouth? Do they live under a fucking rock?

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

Taylor is 18 years old… She was 16 when she wrote the songs.

Comment by Tim

Oh. Well 18 makes it a little better.

But only by a narrow margin.

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

Barely, just barely.

Taylor does have some good songs though….. She does have some good competition from the other Country/Rock crossover style babes.

Comment by Tim

So, it’s Friday night and we’re all hangin’ out with you Blondie, don’tcha feel special…? πŸ™‚

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