I've Got Work To Do

After reading "The Easter Egg Eating Contest", and "A Transcendental State Of Gullibility", I'm sure many folks are thinking that I am a cruel person. How could I do something like that to my own brother?

In my own defense, I must say, that I did pull some cruel practical jokes on Albert, but not one of them was premeditated. I honestly did not lay awake at night thinking of ways to get him. I would just find myself in a situation, and ad-lib it from there. They were very funny at the time (except to Albert).

Now over 40 years later, I do feel bad that I was such a bad brother to him, and I have been trying to atone to him.

I have written before that I believe this world is one big school, where soul learns how to be a mature soul, mostly through trial and error. Fortunately, for me, as I got older, I got to be more of a free thinker. I learned that humor should not be derived at someone else's expense. I have also learned many other lessons, some which came easily, while others have taken much effort on my part.

There is an old saying "only the good die young" that I believe to be true. If you have learned all the lessons you came here to learn, there is no reason to hang around. Well, I can say with some degree of certainty, that you will be able to read my dribble for many years to come, because I have many more lessons to learn.

I've got work to do.

The Easter Egg Eating Contest

I grew up in a family of five kids. Albert, was the oldest, followed closely (ten months), by me. The fact that we were so close of age is probably what led to his downfall. Albert was really a pretty good brother, especially as big brothers go. However he had committed a sin for which I could never forgive him. He was born before me. I was always a motivated individual, and a schemer. Albert was overweight, and pretty laid back. He was also very gullible. This made him perfect for my schemes.

My best friend Doug’s parents both worked during the day, so we often hung out at his place. Doug was the muse for my schemes. One Good Friday, we were off from school, so that meant I was hanging out at Doug’s house. Doug said to me “Hey, I colored a bunch of Easter eggs.” I said “So what?” Then he went on to explain that he colored four raw eggs, besides the hard boiled ones. “I colored all the raw eggs red so I would know which ones they were. But I haven’t figured out what to do with them.” I said to Doug, “Grab two good eggs, and one red egg, and let’s walk down to my house and see if Albert is home.” Doug said “What ya gonna do?” I said “I don’t know but I’ll figure out something.”

We walked down the street to my house with the eggs. Outside my house,in the side yard, was Albert. The situation was perfect. I walked up to Albert, and said “Albert, Doug and I officially challenge you to an Easter egg eating contest!” Doug then showed Albert the colored eggs. Albert said “Okay turkeys! I’ll kick your asses!” “Doug officially present Albert with the official Easter egg” I said as officially as I could. Doug handed Albert the red egg. “Albert, these are the official rules to the Easter egg eating contest. On the count of three you will crack the egg on your forehead, shell it, eat it,and the first one to whistle wins. Got it?” Albert said “You turkeys, I’ll kick your asses!” Meanwhile Doug is shooting me sideways glances, not believing what was happening.

What happened next was what you would see in some TV sit-com. I counted to three, Albert splattered his red egg all over his face, and I some how managed to elude his grabbing me for the next hour while laughing as hard as I could.

Albert had reached a transcendental state of gullibility, not to be matched, until my next nefarious scheme.

I've Got Work To Do

After reading "The Easter Egg Eating Contest", and "A Transcendental State of Gullibility", I'm sure many folks are thinking that I am a cruel person. How could I do something like that to my own brother? In my own defense, I must say that I did pull some cruel practical jokes on Albert, (the Easter egg eating contest just one of these) but not one of them was premeditated. I honestly did not lay awake at night thinking of ways to get him. I would just find myself in a situation, and ad-lib it from there.

They were very funny at the time (except to Albert). Now almost 40 years later, I do feel bad that I was such a bad brother to him, and I have been trying to atone to him. I have written before that I believe this world is one big school, where soul learns how to be a mature soul, mostly through trial and error. Fortunately, for me, as I got older I got to be more of a free thinker. I learned that humor should not be derived at someone else's expense.

I have also learned many other lessons, some which came easily, while others have taken much effort on my part. There is an old saying "Only the good die young." I believe that to be true. If you have learned all the lessons you came here to learn, there is no reason to hang around. Well, I can say with some degree of certainty, that you will be able to read my dribble for many years to come.

I have many more lessons to learn. I've got work to do.

I've Got Work To Do

After reading "The Easter Egg Eating Contest", and "A Transcendental State of Gullibility"http://mikescommonsense-12.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-transcendental-state-of-gullibility.html, I'm sure many folks are thinking that I am a cruel person. How could I do something like that to my own brother? In my own defense, I must say that I did pull some cruel practical jokes on Albert, (the Easter egg eating contest just one of these) but not one of them was premeditated. I honestly did not lay awake at night thinking of ways to get him. I would just find myself in a situation, and ad-lib it from there.

They were very funny at the time (except to Albert). Now almost 40 years later, I do feel bad that I was such a bad brother to him, and I have been trying to atone to him. I have written before that I believe this world is one big school, where soul learns how to be a mature soul, mostly through trial and error. Fortunately, for me, as I got older I got to be more of a free thinker. I learned that humor should not be derived at someone else's expense.

I have also learned many other lessons, some which came easily, while others have taken much effort on my part. There is an old saying "Only the good die young." I believe that to be true. If you have learned all the lessons you came here to learn, there is no reason to hang around. Well, I can say with some degree of certainty, that you will be able to read my dribble for many years to come.

I have many more lessons to learn. I've got work to do.