I think I know what I can expect from
my little brother for Christmas this year
Why…you may be asking yourself … would Anita Marie’s brother give her something like
that?
Well….
When I was about 6 and my brother Doug was 5 years old Chiquita Banana had an ad campaign going on and from what I can remember this woman with a basket on her head used to sing about Chiquita Bananas
“I’m Chiquita banana and I’ve come to say –
Bananas have to ripen in a certain way-
When they are fleck’d with brown and have a golden hue –
Bananas taste the best and are best for you –
Music © 1945 Shawnee Press Inc.
Doug loved bananas, he loved that stupid song and he loved to tease me because he could.
So on the day that he discovered Chiquita Anita rhymed and he could sing about his favorite fruit and torture me all in one wonderful stroke he sang that song non-stop.
He sang it on the way to school, he sang it in the bathroom he called me up when I was playing at my friend’s houses and sang it over the phone.
You’d think that he would get bored with the Chiquita Anita thing. And he did. Good thing he discovered Cheetos.
It started off as Anita La Cheeto and then I became Cheeto La Frito.
I never lived it down and on the day they bury me he’s going to magic marker Cheeto La Frito on my headstone.
But over the years I’ve grown and matured ( unlike some OTHER people in our family ) and I’ve learned to deal with my little brother’s stupid sense of humor.
When we were younger every once and awhile I’d deal with it by going into combat mode and I’d spread the stories like the one about how my brother’s girlfriend was such a mean vindictive brat that her pet turtle ran away from home and how my brother went out in the middle of the night to look for it and stepped on it by accident.
Me and Doug are both older and wiser now ( well, that’s HALF true ), Cheeto La Frito is patient, and thoughtful and Cheeto La Frito has learned that male pattern baldness runs in our family.
I am so ready for this Little Brother
Everyone knows Cheeto La Frito shows no Mercy- and if they didn’t before…
Well they do now.
Love from
am
Irregular Bones 
I was always Kitty-T*tty or kitty-s*itty.
Never Kitty-pretty.
You got off easy. LOL.
But hell, isn’t that how you know it’s Christmas time, the Ch-ch-Chia pet commercials all over tv?
Or the knives…you forgot those knives that can cut through cans. Oh wait. Do they still make those?
I don’t have a t.v. I think there is probably only a hand full on the Island.
I have a whole village as my brothers and sisters though and i remeber being told stories from the older boys about ghost sharks, that would come in the night and eat you up.
Hi Fevah- my Mom’s family lives in Hawaii and I know a couple of Shark Stories too- you should tell a few at your blog, people ( like me 🙂 ) love them!
Chiquita Anita? You know I have to use that over and over til you yell at me to stop, right? It’s so catchy, I’m singing it in my head right now…you’ve tripped my OCD switch.
People butcher my name, wittingly and unwittingly…there are so many variations of butchery it ain’t even funny…Anyway, tell me, is that Cheetos pet safe for human consumption? The volume ain’t working on my computer so I can’t hear the commercial!
Hey Stil
It’ should be safe, but I’ll have to say you’re not missing much by not having the sound on.
Oh and to add to your ocd my brother rolls that first part out so it comes out ” hey Cheeeeeeeeetooooo”
Hey Anita I’ll work on those shark stories for you. I have friends who live on the Island near us who swim with sharks to attract them to the boat, sort of like live human bait. I’ll save the rest of the story for my blog.