Head First: Senor Jefe es EL Hombre.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Senor Jefe es EL Hombre.

My little brother, slayer of crabs and ribeyes, lover of southern sweet tea, Yankee fan (snicker), and the one guy I can talk to about damn near anything, turned 39 for the first time today.

Happy Birthday Jeff. Happy Blogaversary, too.











I have a couple favorite stories about Senor Jefe from growing up. We went to Florida on vacation and were frolicking in the pool at our motel (near the Krispy Kreme). Jeff, who was about 4, had to go to the bathroom, so he found our mother, sunning herself in a lounge chair, reading one of those trashy books (you know the ones--full of blushing bosoms and heaving loins). Well, mom was pretty comfortable where she was and didn't want to take little Jefe back to the room. She whispered to Senor Jefe to just pee in the pool ([mom's reasoning] I mean, all the kids do it. That's why they put all that chlorine in there, right?). So Jeff walked to the edge of the pool, pulled his swimsuit down to his ankles, grabbed ahold and let 'er rip. About a hundred people stopped what they were doing and dropped their jaws, just like the saloon scene in an old western (the kid on the diving board stopped in mid-air). Senor Jefe finished his business with a couple quick shakes, pulled his swimsuit back up, and resumed frolicking. Our mother was mortified, but not enough to leave her lounge chair and dirty book.

It was a different time back then--a time when, as toddlers, we used to stand in the front seat of the car on the way to the store, and ride in the open backs of pickup trucks. Back then, even astronauts weren't strapped in as securely as a toddler of today is required to be. In those days, we were disciplined by being thrashed within inches of our lives, unless we had company. One time, Jeff got busted for something during a dinner party. Our dad decided that breaking out the belt might break the festive mood of the gathering, so he instructed Jeff to stand with his nose in the corner. Later, as everyone gathered in the kitchen for dessert and coffee, a loud THUD was heard coming from the living room. Our parents had totally forgotten about Jeff and he had fallen asleep standing in the corner. As I recall, he got extra dessert that night as recompense.

It's no wonder we're so screwed up. It's our parents' fault.

16 comments:

Sable Chicken said...

That is so funny.

Kc said...

May God bless your love to continue to grow and your close fellowship to remain forever.

JimmyBob said...

Happy Birthday to the Crab Slayer!

Mrs Zeke said...

Happy Birthday Jeff, your birth is are gift so in a way we all get gifts for your birthday :)

Your loved pure and simple

Recovering said...

Ahh the days of riding in the back of the pickup...the good ol' days.

Zeke said...

Great stories, Dorse. HBD, Jeff!

Bruce Garrison said...

Ah, life in the Marshall household... Is the English language genuinely adequate to describe it? Happy Birthday Senor Jefe. (Just remember 50 years old is the new 30.)

nathaniel adam king said...

I do wonder if Jeff's love for crab is matched or at least challenged by his love for crawfish? If so, Jeff and I should have a crawfish boil. Everyone invited. Dorsey, I may bring a couple beers just so you'll attend as well...

dorsey said...

Thank you, but not necessary, Brother King. I always take a few wherever I go. That way, I feel welcome everywhere. hehe

jeff said...

Thanks all.

Hey Bruce, you're right. Words cannot express the Marshall experience. As it says in Romans 8, only the Spirit can utter such wonders with "groanings that cannot be uttered". Translation? When we get together, the spirit-world groans???

Reverend King, I have never actually had crawfish. Out Maryland crabs are the 'scavengers of the sea'. I'm not sure how I'd feel about 'scavengers of the ditch'... but what the hey! I'd give 'em a go. :)

(btw- don't give Dorsey any more beer...)

Kitty Cheng said...

Bless you!

eddie{F} said...

Happy Happy Jeff!

jeff said...

Thanks eddief!

jill said...

Oh Happy Day, belated.

Lynette Sowell said...

Aw, c'mon. Where's the old youth group stories?

Jot said...

Man, oh, man... Can I be your brother, too? The story about peeing in the pool - that's just totally priceless.
Happy BD Senor Jefe... and many more!

Peace, love and fantastic memories...

Jot