BROTHERLY LOVE!..
AS YOU CAN SEE BY MY FACE I DID NOT REALIZE MY OLDEST BROTHER GEORGE WAS ABOUT TO SMASH MY HEAD IN WITH A TENT MALLET..HEHEHE!..WE USED TO BE AT WAR WITH EACH OTHER GROWING UP...BUT THEN HE WENT TO LONDON FOR A WEEKEND WHEN HE WAS 17 AND BROUGHT ME THIS LOVELY FLOWER PATCH BACK AS A GIFT I COULD SEW ON MY JEANS...FROM THAT DAY WE NEVER FOUGHT AGAIN!..BLESS HIM..
posted by gypsy noir at 8/23/2007
25 Comments:
geez gyps.. he could have auditioned for those freddie movies.. glad to hear he calmed down in his *later years*
heh
xoxox
~Lace~
he does look pretty intent in that photo, glad he turned that around!!!
The fun of sibling rivalry.
My brother used to love to wrap badminton rackets around my neck. Ah, siblings...
P.S.- just so Alfie knows, my other two cats are boys. The grey one is called Dalziel and the black one is Sirius, and they do tend to lick each other a lot and leave Creemie off on her own. Make of that what you will. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
xx
AM
Ha ha, I was thinking of your post title. MY two boys are indeed having brotherly love.
did you know he was poseing that way when the pic was snapped?
i had the same relation with my brother with the same outcome as well. lets just say i remember things just in case he reverts back!
hope you have a nice weekend, gypsy.
hee hee! You look soooo innocent in that photo too....
;)
Love this photo! God you look so cute.
There must be something about brothers and hammers. Mine didn't wait so long though - mum caught him mid-backswing with a claw hammer over my bassinette when I was about three months old. Apparently he had taken to calling me "little skunky", which was presumably the rudest, nastiest thing he could come up with at the time.
We never really fought, but we not exactly best buddies either. We did have a flower patch moment though - a little later than yours and George's. It was when I was in my first flat and someone called me to say my cat had been run over. He came over to pick poor little Chauncey up for me cos I couldn't face it. It was the first time he ever hugged me. A truly bonding experience.
Nothing like a new patch to help patch things up...
I was the oldest - therefore it was usually I wielding the hammer.
Lace it was like a slasher movie when i threw a knife at him one day..and got a good hideing for it!.
He was intent outside the tent Grace!...
Twas fun Lannio..
AM, Alfie will be pleased to hear that as he tends to swing!..
Cheryl, no i was unawhere that he was there hence the innocent pose..all hell broke loose afterwards..thankyou had a lovely weekend , hate it when Neil has to go back to work :0(
I am innocent Stevie heh!..
Ahh Margie that was sooo sweet...and touching..as you know my first name is catherine..well, my brother George called me Ratrine!!..
Dale!, I can't imagine you wielding a hammer!!..
I shall catch up with everyone tomorrow..x..
You got off lightly Gypsy. Catherine's my middle name, and I'd have much preferred Ratrine to the "Maggot" I got for Margaret!
my olders sibs called me Stinky Stephie, cuz I was the baby and six years youger than the youngest in their lot.
Did I miss a post? I did not realize you and Neil were living together! I am such a ganoot...
Margie, Maggot! thats harsh..lol.. Stevie me and my twin bro were the youngest too..the older ones all picked on me, and i picked on me twin bro..lol..
No you didn't miss a post Stevie but yes me and Neil are living together but he has to go away to work in the week :0(..
What the hells a ganoot!?..
YIKES a knife!! lol.. ok i posted!!!
::still laffin at the pic of her innocence.. georges face.. and the hell that consequently broke loose::
~Lace~
From the files of Bob the Aardvark's (AKA Ian) dictionary:
Ganoot: (Gah-nuwt)
It's a major blending of words. Some have similar meanings and others are so irrelevant that mustard can seem like Red River gumbo after a flock of geese that had dined on a rotten field of corn had shite all upon. Then again, that's very mustard-like. So... Ganoot
There may be some Danish in its roots. There is certainly some old English but mostly it's a Winnipeg thing that evolved one evening, which fell from the ashes of some afternoon that was frightened into submission at the crack of some morning.
GANOOT: A stupid self-absorbed poetic arse who will never undersand the simplest mechanics of a can opener.
LOL Gypsy! Ignorance is bliss isn't it? But sure, to be sure ,brother George was just posing for the cameras wasn't he...or did he really mean it??
You patched up the tear in your genes nicely.....
It sure did Lace hehe...
Ah thankyou Stevie i am now enlightend on the meaning of Ganoot..
He really meant it Val!.. haha in the genes...class..
Ohh Val you gawn al Irish there..
T'was Ian that typed the daffynition..
but...
guess what???
come see come see come see!!!!!
wielding the hammer was Dear OLD Dale. That and running and hiding with her friends from her little sister. .... ah its wonderful how times change! Dale was one tough cookie that you didn't want to cross.
Wow you look like you, even at a young age! Hee hee...hope you are having great weekends! I used to frighten my sis half to death pretending to be Frankenstein!
Hello, how are you?
He heh love that pic :)
Ahhhh my kitten pics from chavendish gardens, where did you find them!! Id love to see them again :)
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