The Post About Crazy Starts Somewhere

Today's post is being brought to you by my godbabies daddy, Joseph. We have been friends for 16 years and we still agree on very little except maybe on the magnitude of our love of God and cheese. Enjoy! jamie

I am guest writing on a blog whose readership is (I am assuming) mostly female.Yes! One more thing I can cross off my bucket list. I blog regularly over at Joseph’s Blog-O-Log. If you like Jamie’s Rabbits you might find my ramblings an interesting detour as I chase rabbits of my own. I write about whatever I’m happy or sad about at the moment. Sometimes that’s politics. But I always try to respect other people’s views. Even if they are goofy. Especially if they are goofy. Jamie told me not to get political so I won’t. Hope you enjoy. Then come over and click ads because I have to have money to finance the crazy that is my life.

I remember being 13 or 14 and staying over at my friend Joe’s house. We would stay up and watch MTV all night and dream our dreams of heavy metal glory. We would also make fun of the New Kids on the Block videos. We were Beavis and Butthead cool before it was cool. If such a thing is even possible.

Sometimes Joe and I would get bored with videos around 2am and start surfing the channels. We came upon a commercial proclaiming the wonders of the “V-Slicer”. All you had to do was run a tomato over the amazing V shaped blades and the most perfect slices would drop from the bottom. (Aside #1: I recently saw a V-Slicer being used on Iron Chef America. Awesome.) If I had a credit card in those heady days of the late ‘80’s I would have most certainly had a V-Slicer. And anything else that tickled my fancy. Then bankruptcy and financial ruin all before the age of 15. This was crazy I know.

Crazy has to start somewhere. The other day I was brushing my teeth with my 5-year-old, Billy. Here is how the exchange went.

Billy: Dad, do you ever have a problem getting the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube?
Me: Not really because I know the secret.
Billy: Actually Dad if you buy the “Touch and Brush”
all you have to do is put it on the wall and put the toothpaste in it and you will never have that problem again.
Me: Really?
Billy: Yeah, really?

My son has been watching commercials that come on during SpongeBob Squarepants. He actually suggested we buy Snuggies for the whole family. (Aside #2: The Snuggie is a blanket for people who are too stupid to use a real blanket.) He doesn’t think they look ridiculous at all. He thinks they are the coolest.

But not nearly as cool as the “Touch and Brush”.


  1. Oh my gosh! I thought my 6 year old was the only one going on and on and on about the Touch and Brush. I looked it up on Google the other day because I had no clue what he was talking about. Advertising works!

    He told me that if I'd buy that for him, there would never be toothpaste all over the sink again. I may buy it.

  2. Jamie: fired. Joseph: hired.

  3. Mana wants a Touch and Brush also!


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