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It Had to Be A Sign!

I was just minding my own business this morning, washing the car and listening to the country oldies station out of Houston, when a song came on that I thought had to be a sign from above. You see, I’d been thinking I needed to call my little brother, and when the Ken Mashburn anthem began to play, well… I think you can see what I mean. I just figured there was no point in delaying it any longer. (I’ll call him after he’s had time to see this post.) Click on his name to hear the song. Any of you that know him will most heartily agree that it was written with Ken in mind.

 

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

 

If you’re in a laughing mood, here are some Ken stories for your amusement:

I Had to Go!

Ken Almost Wins One

Ken Takes After His Grandpa

April Fools Little Brother

 

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The Firewood Caper

Kellie Elmore, of Magic in the Backyard fame, is doing her Free Write Friday, and here’s the prompt:

It’s cold outside and the craziness of the holidays is upon us so, let’s take a few minutes to warm up and share some stories by the fire! Be creative! You can write about something real or, use your imagination to create something new! Here are a list of prompts in which you may choose and or all as your subject… Read the rest of this entry »

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Ken Almost Wins One

Ken is five years younger than me, and I never gave him any slack when we were growing up; he couldn’t beat me at anything. But as we got older—into young adulthood—and he started to catch up with me in size, he got real determined. It didn’t do him much good; I still whipped him at just about any sport or game that required any kind of athletic ability. Not that I was a great athlete or anything, but Ken was… awe, let’s not go there. <chuckle>

He almost beat me at bowling one time though. Almost. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Firewood Caper

I haven’t heard hardly a peep outta my little brother in weeks. I’ve posted this one at least once before–maybe twice–and he ain’t said a word about it. I can’t figure why that is, so I’m going to bait him a little bit and see if I cain’t draw him outta the water. That’s where I figure he is; doing that kite dancing he’s so fond of. Read the rest of this entry »

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Go Get Us Some Firewood, Ski!

Here’s a quick little fun story for ya. The names have not been changed because it doesn’t really matter, and if it does, Ken and Ski can sue me! Surely they’ve heard the term, “You can’t get blood from a turnip.” Which in southern-speak translates to, “I ain’t got nothin’, so knock yerself out!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Ken Almost Wins One

Ken is five years younger than me, and I never gave him any slack when we were growing up; he couldn’t beat me at anything. But as we got older—into young adulthood—and he started to catch up with me in size, he got real determined. Read the rest of this entry »

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