Have Golden Girls DVDs, Need…
Posted: August 16th, 2005 | Author: Mark Pike | Filed under: Stuff |I am my parents’ child, not that there was any confusion about that. I guess what I mean to say is that I am definitely the product of their upbringing. My folks came up to DC this weekend to spend some quality time with me, and I guess now is a good time to write about some random reasons why my behavior is derivative of my paternal units.
In the past 3 months, my Mom has given me 3 gifts that make me chuckle just thinking about it. For my birthday, she sent me the complete first season of Golden Girls on DVD, with special bonus features! Best Bea-day ever! While visiting Minnesota for their anniversary vacation, she sent me a SPAM t-shirt. And when she visited me this weekend in DC, she bought me a bonsai tree. Maybe all those times she put Karate Kid in the VCR, she was really into it more than me? Hopefully, I can keep this one alive longer than the last time.
My Dad used to have a pet raccoon. If he went to the grocery store, it went with him. It would sit on his shoulder and just chill. Yes, he’s from Georgia.
Well, I recently saw a posting on Craigslist, and needless to say I was intrigued. It must be genetic.
I have a SUGAR GLIDER, I need a laptop
“I have a very sweet and lovebable sugar glider (pictured below) to trade for a laptop. I need to replace my very sweet roommate’s laptop because someone I invited over stole hers. Please help me out as I feel so sorry about this ordeal and she didn’t deserve that.”
I wrote her. She wrote back. She wasn’t interested in the broken laptop my friend left behind before the cross-country road trip, and she’s definitely not interested in my Golden Girls DVDs, not that I’d trade them for anything in the world.
That sugar glider deal is actually bunk. My friend Kate has one, and she said they are supposed to bond to another sugar glider while they are babies, and if they don’t, they die (their hearts break, I guess). Kate got the last one out of a litter, so the sugar glider, Clementine, bonded to her. Now she can never ever get rid of her, or Clem will die. It sounds like this craigslist person is up to no good…
Also, Kate’s glider rides around with her in her front overall pocket, sort of like your dad’s raccoon. Is that a true story? For the record, what did he name it? There are too many great possibilities…
Oh man, I wish I could post the series of e-mails I had with the Sugar Glider barterer. Too funny. I feel like I’d be betraying her… Maybe I should post them here in the comments section anyway?
True story. Dad had a raccoon. When either of my parents read this, which they do frequently, I’ll have them remind me of the raccoon’s name.
My dear sweet racoon’s name was initially Sam. When she was about a year old and I learned about assesing racoon gender her name became Samantha and continued to call her Sam for short so she didn’t have to worry about any additional syllables.
We still read the blog.
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