tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508446551046871822012-02-16T10:52:54.548-08:00Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-28935061055975063282011-03-19T07:23:00.000-07:002011-03-19T07:23:08.383-07:00The other night Banana asked if he could hang out with his girlfriend, then once he dropped her off if he could stay at a friends house.<br /><br />I said yes.<br /><br />Fast forward to 1AM.<br /><br />My phone rings. His moms phone had rung as well. As well as having a kids mom show up at her house.<br /><br />They weren't at the kids house he was supposed to stay at.<br /><br />They weren't at my house or his moms.<br /><br />We called him.<br /><br />We texted him.<br /><br />2AM I hear from him.<br /><br />Plans had changed and a different friend was having people over.<br /><br />Banana was told to come home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-2893506105597506328?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-58146199465069478832010-06-24T17:49:00.000-07:002010-06-24T17:50:11.186-07:00Banana got a job.<br />He will be selling candy at City Museum.<br />He will also be offering rides in a van.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-5814619946506947883?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-8888780281104697932010-04-05T08:58:00.001-07:002010-04-05T08:58:27.122-07:00Mad Banana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-888878028110469793?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-54159370668893490042010-03-09T17:19:00.001-08:002010-03-09T17:19:42.141-08:00Jett guessed what Elias likes that rhymes with "toys".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-5415937066889349004?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-82091270102018923922010-03-03T11:23:00.001-08:002010-03-03T11:23:25.449-08:00Banana was mopey.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-8209127010201892392?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-89410993656836907082010-02-21T20:57:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:58:26.171-08:00Banana and his pal sat in the car, held each other and cried.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-8941099365683690708?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-32354117874339440732010-02-17T07:51:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:57:46.435-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzVwHaHoU0I/S3wREU8h39I/AAAAAAAADzo/wt3vQAw9f4c/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzVwHaHoU0I/S3wREU8h39I/AAAAAAAADzo/wt3vQAw9f4c/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439241215996452818" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is beyond a wedgie. It's a bit of Banana's handy work done on a friend, photographed by Jesse.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-3235411787433944073?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750844655104687182.post-9555665432015231402010-02-11T11:43:00.000-08:002010-02-11T11:50:55.138-08:00This blog will be dedicated to the shenanigans of my oldest son, Banana.<br /><br />Hopefully there won't be many posts. But when there are lets hope they are funny.<br /><br />WHy is he referred to as Banana you ask?<br /><br />Look for no other reason than the picture below. He was hanging out with my friends and I around the fire pit. He got to have a beer and a few sips of wine. All why wearing a banana costume. So from then on my friends called him Banana.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzVwHaHoU0I/S3RfkLh8JBI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Bc2BhFYaGb8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzVwHaHoU0I/S3RfkLh8JBI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Bc2BhFYaGb8/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437075725318104082" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750844655104687182-955566543201523140?l=bananagins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238355903018389591noreply@blogger.com0