Baby Boy Bradbury: Sunday Sunday Someday...

Yo man, it's comin'.

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like no joke, get ready.

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BAM!!!
Don't say I didn't warn you.

My peeps – such a long time, I’ve missed you.

So here we are in Abilizzenne—or A-town as the local radio jockeys like to call it. That is not to be confused with the original A-town where my mom grew up—Aurora, CO.

We’ve been here about a month now. My old man and his lady drug me around for almost two weeks house shopping --- in and out of crazy bungalows and hanging out in the real estate agents office. I affectionately call her grandma Nita because she is old and makes me laugh. My dad prefers to call her that frumpity old battleaxe of a disgrace to all good in business and free enterprise cause I guess he’s not too happy with how much help or effort she has put in to helping them find a home to put my crib in. Whatever, I like to laugh at her wrinkly old bones anyway.

So the point is my family finally found a house. All is going according to plan, we will move into our house at the end of this month. It needs major cleaning, some painting of walls and lots of carpet, but then it is going to be awesome. It is crazy big and I am so excited to play hide and go seek.

In the meantime, we are still staying in the TLF on base. TLF usually stands for “Temporary Lodging Facility” but here at Dyess the T really stands for “Tiny”. Fortunately there are only three of us and I am not that big. My mom and dad are actually really excited about how they can load the dishwasher and/or get something from the fridge all the while sitting at the table. I guess the irony is that my cousins live in New York City and have a bigger home than I do. Temporary, right?

So what have we done in Abilene that is cool?

The other night we met some friends at Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It really is bigger in Texas. It was a Saturday night and pretty busy; it was also the end of April and prom night. Now I don’t know much, but stilettos do a really good job crunching peanut shells. Only in small town Texas would you take your prom date to the Texas Roadhouse. I guess they reserve the Karaoke Bar for special occasions. I’ll have to remember that one.

Speaking of dancing, in a recent discovery, I have found that I love to dance with my mom and dad. The other night my dad busted out some MC Hammer and we broke it down. It was pretty awesome. Mom says I’m a dancing cornfoolio. I have moves you only see on MTV jr. Can’t touch this.

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Fool.

I take lots of naps—because I can. The other morning I woke up and could immediately sense something different in my house. My mom was there because I could hear her and smell her and see her, but she was different. She was smarter, but a little more bitter. I still haven’t figured out Where’s Waldo or what’s different, but mommy and daddy keep using words like, “applicator” “Veronica” and “brunette.” Mom even used the words, “Holy crap!!” once when she looked in the mirror.

So come and visit me on Abilene anytime. I will take you for an awesome night at the drag strip, we can shoot dolls out at the local gun range or go big pimping in the ‘El Monster-Mino’ that graces the streets of our humble community. stick that in your tail pipe and smoke it Ohio. (I once saw the El Monster-Mino eat a BMW and poop out a Hyundai – he didn’t even use a diaper, it was one of the most amazing things I’ve seen in my entire life).