Brody Stories by Soupo DeDay, age 8 1/2

OK, my submission is a slightly-edited cut-n-paste from an email I sent earlier today that I don’t want to rewrite since it says it all. I know the recipient of said email won’t be offended since it’s now second-hand, ya know? No offense to my loyal fan base here in Rue-land… :smiley: Moving along:

Glad I’m back at the office - I need to recover from the weekend. I mowed Friday. While FCD was working on the boat on Saturday, I raked one end of the back yard, then mowed that area. Then I raked two piles of leaves and debris out front, weeded a garden, and planted a bunch of English ivy that a coworker gave me. It was pretty hot out, so it was harder work than it would have been in the fall. But the yard now looks good.

On Sunday, after a little running around and after a late lunch, we attacked the tan shed - the one we just crammed a lot of crap into. Well, besides our crap, there was tons more that the Easts had left us - old doors, lots of old electrical stuff (much of which we figured he stole from work because they all had government stock numbers on the packages), electrical wire and conduit, brackets, lumber, glass, floor tiles, and 7 large cans of gasoline, with dates going back to 1998!!!

We completely emptied the shed, filling the garden trailer twice with stuff for the junk yard. I swept out the remains of bees that had gone in there and died, plus all kinds of dust and critter poops. FCD took down a very long, poorly supported shelf and used some of the brackets to put up 3 shorter, better supported shelves. I brought out the pieces of two sets of shelves that were just laying around in the laundry room and assembled them. That’s where all our boat stuff went (boy do we have sails!) FCD picked thru the electrical and hardware stuff and kept what he wanted. Some stuff went back to the shed, some went to the basement, and most went to the trailer for trash.

I ran a FreeCycle ad and a Freebie ad in our county website. So far I got rid of the purple gazing ball. I thought someone was going to take the deer, but it was bigger than she’d thought. Oh well. A man is coming this afternoon to paw thru the trailer and take some of that crap. I hate to take it all to the dump since much of it is still good. We just don’t need another sink or 8 closet door panels or two electric baseboard heaters.

Yesterday, after breakfast, we finally got the boat out of the slip. First stop was the fuel dock at our old marina. We’re no longer there because the slip rent is twice what we pay where we are. But as we pulled up to the fuel dock, our old boat neighbor was coming down to see us - he and his wife were sitting by the pool and they saw us heading down the creek. He’s a good guy - grew up down the street from my dad, although he didn’t know him. The boat took 65 gallons <gasp> which means we only had about 15 gallons aboard. Lucky for us, diesel is lots cheaper there than at the gas station - only 2.14/gal. (Only???) but with full tanks, we’re good for all summer at least.

Once we took care of business there, we dropped our lines again and headed out towards the Patuxent River. All told, we were only out about an hour, but we got to monitor the engine, which was good, and it was nice being on the water again. We docked with minimal problems and got home before it got too awfully hot.

My inlaws are coming to visit later this week - both FCD’s folks and his youngest brother, and Abby, the Cairn terror. Bernie and Abby do great together. The cat won’t be happy. But since they’re coming, I decided to clean and rearrange the red guest room. Man, did we have a lot of crap in there!! I washed all the curtains (they were gross) hemmed one panel (she’d held the hem up with scotch tape!!!) vacuumed, and moved a lot of stuff out to the kitchen counter. It’s still there - I’ll sort and store it today. All that remains in that bedroom is to put away my old computer (wish I had some place to set it up) and bring in the kid’s old armoire and a lamp. We may hang a few pictures on the wall, too. Gonna hang some pictures in the yellow room at the same time.

We’ll have to go to BJ’s later this week and get food. I shopped before to feed 2, so having 3 more means I need a large roast, a good sized chicken or flat of chicken parts, some ground beef for burgers and stuffed cabbage, and junk like bread and taters and cereal. So it’s gonna be a busy 5 days. They’re arriving Sat evening after driving all day. They’ll be pooped.

Meanwhile, it’ll be a quiet week in the office. My neighbor, D, is on travel all week. I’ll miss him - he makes me laugh. R, who sits on the other side, is a bit of a lump. Oh well…

So that was my weekend. Like I said, I need the rest. And a neck rub. And a long soak in a hot tub. Is that expecting too much?

Yeah, I think it is. Oh well…
PS - WhyBaby is just a cute as cute can be!!

PPS - swampy, just one question about Synchornized Pool Noodling - does it require Speedos?? :eek:

Eons ago when my baby was in elementary school, I attempted to correct her spelling when she wrote for school assignments - I even discussed it with the teachers. I was told that they used the “Whole Language” approach, no sweating little things like spelling, concentrating more on getting the kids to express themselves in writing.

My baby is nearly 20. She can’t spell for nuttin’ - I blame the schools and the lack of phonics training, and I blame myself. But I was trying to be a good mom and work with the school. That’ll learn me… Stoopit Whole Language. :mad:

Draelin all it takes to be a member of ISPNA is to say you are. We’re kinda loose like that with membership. Several are just loose members in general but that’s another story. Thank you for that report on the effects of rum, whiskey and merlot on the sport of Synchronized Pool Noodling. The ISPNA looks forward to studying (read trying out other alcoholic libations) it in depth.

Nuts.

FCM, wasn’t that ivy for your husband?

Jealousy is an ugly thing. Like deer and chandeliers.

OK, yeah, fine, it was his ivy, but I planted it and watered it, and my coworker handed it to me so I lay claim to it.

Sheesh, nitpickers… :stuck_out_tongue:

Because we care

FCM there are no specific poolwear requirements for Synchronized Pool Noodling. Perhaps we should state that one must wear something but that just seems to take away from the spirit of the competition. :smiley:

You might be glad to know that a lot of teachers didn’t like it either. Summer school is still full of kids trying to learn how to spell thanks to bungling Whole Language. It’s the teaching-trend-of-the-minute that just keeps on giving!

Still nobody’s come for the chandelier? Maybe the deer should come with a bonus chandelier–free!

I know we have a Noodle Meet scheduled for Saturday–I may bring along several as-yet-untried concoctions to analyze their effects on Noodle ability. I’ll keep you posted.

And unfortunately, I seem to be the only loose-Noodler around our group these days … though I’m looking for new recruits, of course. Tragically, seeing me in a bathing suit scares off most potential players. :frowning: Since there’s no set uniform, though, I might take to wearing actual clothes–but that would affect my buoyancy, I think.

The guy who was coming over here at 4:30 was an hour late. My dinner is almost ready and my sweetie is out in the back yard while this yahoo picks over our trailerload of crap. Oh well, I can always rewarm.

Then a little later, a guy is coming to get the deer. Yay!

But still no nibbles on the chandelier. I’m not giving that away, tho - either I sell it or it stays in the laundry room. It’s become a matter of principle now.

One of the reasons alcohol is (and rightfully so) an integral part of Synchronized Pool Noodling is that it helps us remember to focus not on each other but on the sport. Or, we forget who looks like what after a while. One or the other.

FCM, 'fess up! You want to keep that chandelier. You like the extra light in the laundry room. It’s ok. We won’t laugh. <snerk>

The deer is gone, the doors are gone, and all the electrical stuff is gone. YAY! Life is good!

Let’s see now… both WhyBaby and CherryBaby are tremendously cute.

And Soupo’s stories were both entertaining and creative; here’s another vote for a future father/son publication.

Lissla, your shopping list is right here, next to my computer. Not sure how it got here.

FCM, how do we know that you’ve actually offered the chandelier up for sale other than in the MMP? :dubious: I think that swampy’s theory about you wanting the extra light might have something to it.

As for the noodling, my question was going to be whether the various libations were quaffed before or after. Others beat me to it, and then some.

I went to an outdoor concert Sunday night. It was a local oldies group who sang everything from Frankie Valli to BTO and Chicago. Quite entertaining. And last night, I had a late-evening barbecue with some friends and we watched the fireworks in their neighborhood. Quite festive, actually.

Soon, I’ll be off to another outdoor concert ('tis the season) as it seems that it won’t be rained out.

Back later…

GT

My boy, nine in October, is a similarly creative speller! It doesn’t help that English isn’t his first language…

The other week he drew a big picture with dinosaurs and volcanoes etc on it, and labelled it

The Cwitaeshus Peeweeud.

He’s also got a slight speech impediment, could you tell?!

I am SOOOO keeping that picture for posterity!

When is the end of pool season? I’ve been waiting for that a long time down here, yet it never comes. Also, for the SynNoodling, how do you get the audience to drink the beer before the event?
Rue: I have some pretty good stories by The Boy, but I don’t want to turn this into a competition like the Cutest MMP Baby thing. Should I post them, or wait for some other time?

Does he ever say, “Be vewwwy quiet, I’m huntin’ waptors?”

Shibb have you ever had a problem gettin’ people to drink beer before, during or after an event? I didn’t think so! :stuck_out_tongue:

gt the quaffing of alcoholic libations before, during, and after Synchronized Pool Noodling is not only encouraged, it is mandatory.

I laughed, I cried, I was left wanting more - Soupo is spokesperson of a generation!

Rue and everyone else, thanks for the good wishes. I won’t be doing the hippy-hippy shake for a while, but I’m managing to hobble around, doing my best impression of Dr. House, using walker instead of a cane. I’m a bit of a vicodin fiend like him now (temporarily - I deserve it).

Mr. Beckwall managed to get me outside and wash my hair the other night, while sitting on my ceremonial commode. Luckily no neighbors were involved, as it turned into a wet t-shirt contest. I say luckily because most of my neighbors are in their 70s and 80s, and I prefer not to see them in their wet t-shirts.

It’s great to be back, will we Soupo be gracing us with more literary gems?

Beckwall, you do know that the lyrics to the Hokey-Pokey are not to be taken literally, right?