tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62232782011-09-01T09:53:19.432-07:00How many reasons? Oh let me count the ways...Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1111721160164288902005-03-24T16:40:00.000-08:002005-03-24T20:18:08.536-08:00

Ben says that I am mean to him. He doesn't enumerate any specific instances, but still insists that I am mean. I am not mean spirited, but constructively critical. I want to help Ben, and I think that I know what women like/do not like. I think that most women will agree with me that:WOMEN DO NOT LIKE STINKY MEN.Women generally do not like stinkiness in any form, but avoidable stinkiness is

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1106719577008781142005-01-25T23:06:00.000-08:002005-01-25T22:26:34.466-08:00

Krazee Eyez Killa I think that this picture says a lot about Ben. It says that Ben tried to chad our engagement pictures. Nevermind that it would be strange to have an extra person in your engagement pictures, even if that person is not wearing a tinfoil helmet and making crazy eyes. There's Ben in the back, wearing a helmet made of tinfoil that says "FUCK YOU MASONS" on it. He made the helmet

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1106719362515916872005-01-25T19:27:00.000-08:002005-01-25T22:25:32.910-08:00

I knew that I was going to marry Adam on the first day that I met him. Adam thinks this is a load of crap, but it's true. It was the first day of Law School orientation. I was sitting next to him in some presentation about how to use the library. A little voice in my head told me "you're going to marry him". That freaked me out. I told the little voice that it was crazy--I didn't even know

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1095104667545291512004-09-13T11:11:00.000-07:002004-09-24T21:00:56.623-07:00

Yep--Jumped the Shark. I doubt that I'm the only one who has noticed. When? When he figured out that he could insert pictures with his own text superimposed onto them into his Blog. Now it's more about making photoshopped pictures than writing his usual questionable content. Having attended the same Don Williams concert myself, as well as several other memorable concerts at the horse track,

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1088001605039759062004-06-23T07:39:00.000-07:002004-06-23T09:50:04.026-07:00

Honestly, there are many reasons that Ben is an Intolerable Jackass, but here's the lesson for the day: Ben has been whining, bitching and moaning for over a year that my husband never invites him to go to the baseball game. Adam gets a limited number of tickets each season. I actually really enjoy going to the games. It's an ass-whip to drive four hours each way, but I enjoy the game, and

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1080504296784868022004-03-28T11:31:00.000-08:002004-03-28T12:10:17.326-08:00

Ben likes to eat pickles. Ben likes to eat Adam's pickles when he is at our house. On a previous trip to our house, Ben ate all but one of the pickles in the jar. When this was pointed out to him, he flew into a rage. Ben has not yet learned that flying into a rage encourages the people around you (especially if those people are your brothers) to whip your ass about the thing you are

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1080500185026090382004-03-28T10:00:00.000-08:002004-03-28T11:26:58.263-08:00

As Ben noted in his post about the crazy magazine guy, we live in one of the nicer neighborhoods in Houston. This fact does not stop Ben from sitting on our doorstep in his underwear, with his mad scientist hair and crazy beard and having a leisurely series of cigarettes. He likes to sit in front of the house and smoke, despite the fact that (1) we have a backyard where the potential for our

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1077837290050250252004-02-26T20:19:00.000-08:002004-02-26T20:31:04.153-08:00

Ben says that he hates my husband, Adam, who also happens to be his eldest brother. Because Adam gives him books to read. Are you sure that you didn't "borrow" those crappy books yourself? Hey--you're not the one who has to hear it when Adam is rustling around at night obsessively searching for some book that you've taken without asking. It is I who must endure the insinuation that I "

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1077302368302081892004-02-20T08:21:00.000-08:002004-02-24T17:39:40.153-08:00

You may remember Ben's post on how he got a jacket from a crack-head in exchange for $30 and not getting his ass kicked. You may also remember that when Ben was approached by the crack-head, he was (1) in the parking lot of his apartment complex and (2) wearing only underwear, a jacket and combat boots. This situation alone is probably worthy of an entry, especially if you have ever seen Ben's

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1076640768051124382004-02-12T17:08:00.000-08:002004-02-12T19:17:04.293-08:00

Ben has scary facial hair. He has a mustache and goatee sort of thing working, but I have never seen them when they were not too long and the mustache wasn't working it's way into his mouth. A frightening prospect for the mustache, but it is probably suicidal after all the years of asphyxiation it has suffered. Ben would tell you that when he was working in the law office, that he would shave

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1076385619054341602004-02-09T18:41:00.000-08:002004-02-10T10:25:43.233-08:00

I have been getting complaints that I don't post enough. Hey--I am busy trying to run my life and the lives of various dead folks, and it is quite an ass whip to me to have to dwell upon all of the reasons that Ben will not ever, ever date my sister, but since the reasons keep stacking up in an ever increasing fashion, I'll do what I can to catch up. That's all I can promise...... So---let's

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1072717706771948262003-12-29T08:56:00.000-08:002003-12-29T12:45:17.866-08:00

While surfing around the web, I found this fascinating little test. When I pondered my vast knowledge of Ben and filled in the test's check boxes, the points I came up with only amounted to "keep an eye on this person". Enough to cause alarm, and to also reinforce the concept that he should never date my sister. When Ben's brother filled in the test, it said that Ben should basically be "

Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15039441751966718361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223278.post-1071777547159207822003-12-18T11:40:00.000-08:002003-12-18T12:48:35.420-08:00

In the time that I have known him, Ben has given me numerous reasons why he should not date my sister. Or, quite likely, anyone else's sister. Unless that sister has no teeth and lives under a bridge. Let's start with Ben's own admission that he wears the same clothes for days in a row. Which wouldn't be so bad if the clothes actually looked clean. However, Ben will, on consecutive days,

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