Monday, June 30, 2008

Uncle Jay...


Today I think I will share a little about my up bringing. When I was around 12 or 13, my brother Johnny was 2 years older. We lived in some apt's in Maryland...yes I was born in Nashville lived there till I was 11 and went to live with my mom till I was 18 and hit Idaho. So back to the story...we did not have much entertainment, you know like the kids do today..so we had to do with what was at hand. And that would be our uncle Jay. Wonderful funny man. He was always drunk or at least half way drunk. Not sure if he was funny when he was sober, cause I don't think he came over much when he was sober. Now he was the type that would show up at 3 in the morning and come into your bedroom and pull the covers off your bed and scream " get up" and then stick a dead duck in your face. One time he filled the bath tub up with dead fish and my sister Nell got up to take a shower and pulled the shower curtain back and screamed like she was in the psycho movie. I'm telling ya the man was crazy. Ok. so the reason I gave you that back ground is so you would think what we did to him was not so bad. After all my brother and I were bored. Him and my mom where sitting at the dining room table getting snockered. So I told johnny I think I can crawl under the table without him noticing and tie his shoe laces together..he had his leg's crossed. Well Johnny was all for it. So I did just that and he never moved just kept on talking and laughing with my mom. So johnny and me just sat back and watched and waited for the potty break that was eventually going to come around. So finally he tried to uncross his legs and he kept fidgeting and was not saying anything. We were trying not to laugh and pee our pants. The looks on his face were priceless. Now remember he was drunk. This would not have worked on a sober person. But Jay could not figure out why his legs weren't working. My mom said Jay are you alright? What is the matter with you? At that point we could not hold it in any longer we burst out laughing. He was so relieve his legs were working right that he forgave me. Oh man do I ever miss those fun times. I have more stories I will share later...

3 comments:

Moohaa said...

Great story! Can't wait to hear more.

Anonymous said...

I love Uncle Jay stories. I remember him at his shack in Maryland yelling at us through the bathroom window.

Anonymous said...

I like that picture, too. I think we owned that table and chairs up until ten years ago.