G.I. Bob, Lazarus
This is just too silly, and please accept my apologies if I offend anyone.
Back in high school, I used to have this little action figure that hung from my rear-view mirror. I don't remember where I found him, probably rescued him from the side of the road. I named him G.I. Bob. He had both legs at the time, but at some point one of them disconnected from his knee, so now he looks like an amputee.
Anyway, he was my little mascot for years, wagging around the rear-view mirror, sometimes hanging upside down or by one hand, however we could configure him. Some of you may remember him! He hasn't been in my car for years, and I'm surprised I even kept him. He's had a rather interesting retirement, living in the big yellow Chi Omega pencil cup that's right above my computer here. I guess he wound up there after I left Mobile, and there he's stayed.
Fast forward, oh, ahem, 20 years...last weekend C-Vo was over for dinner. [Soup in a pumpkin, haven't had it for a long time and we felt like showing off. And roasted ceci, chickpeas, that is, with garlic and shakey peppers and parsley. Yum.] Somehow in the course of conversation we got to talking about action figures--I can't remember exactly how it came up?! That prompted me to drag out old G.I. Bob and show him off.
So I was sitting there, wiggling his legs or something, and suddenly his hips and legs just plain fell off! Poor Bob, age'll do that to ya. Particularly when you're held together by a rubber band thingy. So I did what any compassionate person would do. I laughed mercilessly at his plight. (Which reminds me, I think Bob used to have some interactions with firecrackers at the 4th of July--and he was relatively invincible, so I guess that's why I really committed to his adoption.)
The next morning, I came out to the dining room area to see this:
I laughed even harder when I saw him in so many pieces. Poor Bob.
Jim thought we could fix him if we had a small rubber band. I dug around in the drawer I used to keep hair things in (when I had hair), and found a couple that would work. I tried putting him together, but Humpty had nothing on this one. The arms and head had to go into the torso before you could clip it all together, and then you also had to be able to get to the rubber band for his pelvis and legs. I like to think I'm mechanically inclined, but not on this count.
Needless to say, Jim was able to reconstruct Bob in about five minutes.
We just took to calling him Bob Lazarus after that. Raised from the dead.
Sidebar: What was that I heard on the radio the other day, some protest group in Madison hollering about Zombie Rights? Arguing with some other group that Jesus was a zombie? Does that mean Lazarus was too? Did either of them go around eating brains afterwards? I think not. I live in a very strange place.
Back in high school, I used to have this little action figure that hung from my rear-view mirror. I don't remember where I found him, probably rescued him from the side of the road. I named him G.I. Bob. He had both legs at the time, but at some point one of them disconnected from his knee, so now he looks like an amputee.
Anyway, he was my little mascot for years, wagging around the rear-view mirror, sometimes hanging upside down or by one hand, however we could configure him. Some of you may remember him! He hasn't been in my car for years, and I'm surprised I even kept him. He's had a rather interesting retirement, living in the big yellow Chi Omega pencil cup that's right above my computer here. I guess he wound up there after I left Mobile, and there he's stayed.
Fast forward, oh, ahem, 20 years...last weekend C-Vo was over for dinner. [Soup in a pumpkin, haven't had it for a long time and we felt like showing off. And roasted ceci, chickpeas, that is, with garlic and shakey peppers and parsley. Yum.] Somehow in the course of conversation we got to talking about action figures--I can't remember exactly how it came up?! That prompted me to drag out old G.I. Bob and show him off.
So I was sitting there, wiggling his legs or something, and suddenly his hips and legs just plain fell off! Poor Bob, age'll do that to ya. Particularly when you're held together by a rubber band thingy. So I did what any compassionate person would do. I laughed mercilessly at his plight. (Which reminds me, I think Bob used to have some interactions with firecrackers at the 4th of July--and he was relatively invincible, so I guess that's why I really committed to his adoption.)
The next morning, I came out to the dining room area to see this:
I laughed even harder when I saw him in so many pieces. Poor Bob.
Jim thought we could fix him if we had a small rubber band. I dug around in the drawer I used to keep hair things in (when I had hair), and found a couple that would work. I tried putting him together, but Humpty had nothing on this one. The arms and head had to go into the torso before you could clip it all together, and then you also had to be able to get to the rubber band for his pelvis and legs. I like to think I'm mechanically inclined, but not on this count.
Needless to say, Jim was able to reconstruct Bob in about five minutes.
We just took to calling him Bob Lazarus after that. Raised from the dead.
Sidebar: What was that I heard on the radio the other day, some protest group in Madison hollering about Zombie Rights? Arguing with some other group that Jesus was a zombie? Does that mean Lazarus was too? Did either of them go around eating brains afterwards? I think not. I live in a very strange place.
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Hey, are you two free at all this weekend? Want to go to the market and/or the orchard?
p.s. posting many recipes on my blog lately.
p.p.s. my pals Jodi and Jesse, whom you met at my birthday party, are engaged as of last night!! She wants to chat with you two about engaging your services for their February wedding. Gave her your home phone.