Steve-o can partially be excused for his puerile behavior due to his age. When you’re a 19 year old kid it’s funny to flip off the camera and moon people, especially blood relatives. I don’t have too much problem with it when it’s all in fun.
But when you’re almost 54 and still partying like it’s 1975, it’s time to get a clue. It’s not funny any more when you’re of the Geritol set but still think you can drink a twelve pack a night and blare the stereo. Yes I have the noise canceling headphones and have been enjoying some 80’s Robert Plant, REM, Journey and other aesthetically pleasing music. Otherwise I’d have to throttle the old goat.
I know Jerry was raised by wolves (my in-laws came from deep in the hollers of rural WV and have about a fourth grade education between them) and I am no authority on Appalachian culture or the lack thereof, but come on. Just because your parents grew up having to share a double bed with sixteen of their siblings and/or cousins (let’s hope that there was a bit of diversity in that gene pool) does not mean you necessarily have to become a crude and rude beer swilling, loud music blaring deviant.
I tried to be a good mother. I know, I failed. But Steve-o does have an expansive vocabulary when he chooses to communicate with verbal or written language instead of the extended middle finger. I did something right, I think.
Today I heard a wonderful little axiom that was music to my ears, especially when everyone is so overloaded with so much politically correct touchy-feely mind-numbing swill these days.
How to Avoid Criticism:
Say Nothing. Do Nothing. Be Nothing.
Dad’s bit of wisdom on these lines is a similar sentiment, though a bit more pragmatic.
If you aren’t screwing up, you aren’t doing anything.
Well, let’s see. I get a lot of criticism so I must be saying and doing something. I screw up a lot too, so if nothing else, I’m busy.
This is a pic of Steve-o when he was a week old. He weighed over 10# and looked like he was at least three months old. That was the first and last time he ever wore that outfit. A word to the wise- when buying baby shower gifts, a few people should bypass the newborn to 12 month sizes (this was a six month outfit and he only fit into it once) and get some of the larger sizes in case the poor woman gives birth to a behemoth child who will never wear newborn sizes. Just a thought.
Oh, can I wring his fool drunken neck yet…pass out already I’d like to go to bed.