Brody Stories by Soupo DeDay, age 8 1/2

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I didn’t do much celebrating on the 4th since I had to work. However, I knew I had to work and thus had my celebration early. I had a good sized gathering at my place on Saturday. We cooked some burgers and hot dogs and spent a good bit of time in the pool. After several hours of pool fun and alcohol imbibing, the North Georgia chapter of the ISPNA began our practice and even helped to train some visiting ISPNA members that had driven in from Alabama, Mississippi and Virginia.

It appears that we may have broken one of the ISPNA rules during our practice and training session. We were drinking “Knock You Naked Margaritas” (recipe was given to me by my dad) and proved that the name is completely honest. Several guests ended up losing at least part of their swim suits. No one seemed to mind too much, and those that did seem upset calmed down quickly after another round of drinks. :smiley:

In other ISPNA news, we also tested the performance of noodlers while doing jello shots. It was discovered that jello shots work quite well as a drink (or is it a food?) of the ISPNA. Everyone seemed particularly fond of the butterscotch jello shots. One of the judges found that vodka and tonic is also acceptable in the place of either beer or margaritas.

-Belz

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Slushies, anyone?
Gosh, I’m tired, and I still have to do the dishes, make sammiches for Mr. Lissar, put the pork on to cook in the crockpot, and probably some other stuff I’ve forgotten. If anyone would like to spontaneously come and do it for me, I’d be grateful.
::crickets::

But I can give you ham sandwiches! This is a good deal!

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Belz, butterscotch Jell-o shots? Ewwwwwwwwwww!!! There just aren’t enough w’s for that one. On the question of food vs. drink: both?

But it’s lovely to hear there’s a North Georgia chapter of the ISPNA and that the chapter is socially-conscious enough to volunteer to mentor those from less fortunate states.

GT

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You know, when I finished the first grade, I got to do it all over again! The dumb school claimed that I was ‘too young to enter the 2nd grade’ and held me back until I was ‘more able to cope with the rigours of the maturing syllibus’ (ok, those are my made-up quotes, not theirs, but they were dumb, so let’s pretend they said it, and not me). Anyways, the cut off date for ‘too young’ was April 30th, each year. If you were born before that, you got to continue your schooling, if you were born after that, you got to repeat first grade (and sometimes I feel like I’m still there! [sad walking away music]). Anyways, I was born on may 1st, so I was deemed too young to blah blah blah.

Oh, and Rue, tell the boy he done wrote some fine MMPing there. Yes. Sir… (I’ve been watching the A-Team, and Hannibal says ‘Yes. Sir…’ while playing a ‘southernified gennelmun’, cos he was always playing dress-ups on that show. So I now imagine that Swampy looks like a younger George Peppard All dressed-up (or not) in white linen suits, and dragging his nephew ‘Harold’ around on adventures, possibly ISPNA adventures).

Whynot, give the li’l Whybaby a snoogums for me. #1Dangerson’s still pretty damn cute, but he’s in the middling toddler stage, so there’s less spitting up and more shouting. And give Whykid a snoogums too, cos kids need to be reminded they’re always their parents’ babies, don’t they?

Tuppy I love the redneck tip, but it wouldn’t work here, all the peet-za drivers ride little step-through motorbikes (that sound like they’re broken cos they’re so goddamn noisy!). It’d be cool, except they don’t really follow the rules of the road. At least, not when they’re on the road, cos half the time they’re on the footpath, (or ‘pavement’ for you 'merkins).

Swampy, you and Rue BOTH have waaaaay more posts than li’l ol’ me, and I done been a member since afore Swampy and jus’ after Rue. (Channelling Bud Abbot) I’m a baaaaaaaad poster! (and yes, it’s the kids, er… children! Damn them all, damn them all to hell!!!).

OK, I promised a tale of the Korean penninsula, and how Le Familie d’Danger travelled there, and did enjoy the copious bounties of that fabled land! Actually, we went on a bus tour, which was pretty good, except when #1Dangerson insisted on screaming ‘GO! GO! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’ at the top of his littleman lungs! Oh, and when he got dropped on his head. That was bad too, except he didn’t cry or vomit or black out or nothing, he just said, ‘ouch!’ so maybe it wasn’t such a bad dropping. I’m sure I’d have cried!

Anyways, where was we? Ah, yes, Korea. Land of Kimchee and bad porn. (‘the hell you say Dangergene!’).

um… ok… so we went to Bishan, which is best said as ‘Bitchin’, except no one thinks it’s funny except me, and that’s really all that counts, isn’t it? Yes, we went to Bishan to see the travel fair, and lo, there was a travel fair (and a Thomas the tank engine stage show for the kiddies) and MrsDangergene said, ‘where shall we go honey?’ and I said, ‘uh… slushies’ (is that still funny this far into the MMP?). Actually I said, ‘Japan!’ woowoo! And she said, ‘Korea? ok, Korea it is then’, but this is mostly cos we’ve never been to Korea (when I say ‘Korea’ I mean ‘SOUTH Korea’, cos North Korea’s hard to get to, and if I had to type ‘South Korea’ everytime, you’d all be saying, 'oh, I wonder if he means the South korea that’s in the southern part of the korean penninsula. I know I’d be saying that). So, we paid for the tickets and did all that travelly stuff, and went home and waited and waited and waited and then we had dinner and watched some teevee, and then we waited some more.

Then after several weeks had passed we decided to go to the airport and get on the plane to Korea (south). So we saw all sort of stuff, like um… Korean countryside, and um… amusement parks, including Kangwon Land, (which is was shit. Don’t argue, this isn’t an opinion, it’s a statement of fact!) and Everland (which was better, but massive and waaaaay too big to enjoy in the short time we had there before we had to be back at the bus. (I wonder what happened if you weren’t back at the bus on time, would they leave you to slowly fade away in the wilds of the Korean amusement park district?)) and finally Lotte World, which was pretty damn cool! We bought souvenirs and expensive snacks and all of that usual amusement park stuff. We even went on a pretend hotair balloon that sails around the ceiling of the park (it’s mostly indoors). #1Dangerson commented on the balloon with a succinct, ‘uhoh, oh noooo!’, he even put his hands on his chubby cheeks for emphasis! But we still didn’t hvae enough time to enjoy the park proper-like!

Anyhoo, one of the best things in Korea was all the Korean food (it’d be lame to say it’s just called ‘food’ there, wouldn’t it?)! We made Kimchee in Seoul at a touristy place (which redeemed it’s touristy trappings by having a dress-up room where you could put on cool Korean costumes from a period drama called ‘Dageumjeong’ (I think)) (this isn’t a drama about periods, ick! It’s a drama set in a period before now, like a historical-type period. And it’s got lots of crying and shouting and swordfighting. Oh, and it’s about a cook. Hence the drama).

And we also had the best damn BBQ chicken EVER (or rather, ‘EVARRRRRR’, cos it was so good, I went all 733T for a while). The BBQ chook came with noodles that were as thick as your thumb! And it was de-lish-us! Really!

That was near the ferry to Nama Island, which was beautiful! They shot part of Winter Sonata there (a much fabled Korean Drama about two lovers who… fall in love! (Gotcha, you thought I was going to say, 'made a stock-car from parts and one the Paris to Dacau (how do you spell that?) open)).

So if you’re ever in Korea (South) near Nama Island, go to the place that sells BBQ chicken. But don’t use the toilet. Cos it’s kinda icky. Actually, it’s VERY icky! But not as bad as the toilets in CuiHeng. Those were some bad toilets!

Me sleep now.

Whoop! No sleep, back to work Oh Dangergene! Just like the 4th, which is just called ‘monday’ here. Cos we’re funny that way.

(I think my ISPNA membership has been suspended… I lost my noodle, and I won’t wear team colours, so no one knows which team I’m on).

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did I kill the MMP, or are y’all asleep?

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Geez-louise! I just needed to point out my two posts, EXACTLY four hours apart!!! I chrono-rock!

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It was sleep time in our little corner of the globe. I’m awake now and at work now. I’m fairly sure the other kids will be in soon, splashing about and frightening people.

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Hey dangergene! Korea (south) sounds like fun. Except for the amusement parks. I’m old and grouchy and don’t care much for amusement parks anymore. I don’t look anything like George Peppard and the only time I wear white is when I put on a white shirt when I gotta wear a suit. I always wear white shirts with suits. That’s just my rule.

beckwall keep up the nekkid outdoor bathing. It’s good training for when you’re up and runnin’ around again and can participate in ISPNA sanctioned events. An ISPNA sanctioned event involves a pool, pool noodles and alcohol. What you wear (or don’t wear) is up to you.

Belz! Long time no see! Two things. First, on behalf of the ISPNA thank you for introducing the sport to others and taking an interest in their training. We need more Synchronized Pool Noodlers, especially if we hope to achieve our goal of becoming an official Olympic sport. Second, you must share how to make Knock You Naked margaritas. Ok, and here’s a third thing too. It has been determined that alcohol, in general, is the one major component of Synchronized Pool Noodling. Well, that and a pool and a pool noodle. Also, there is no official dress (or lack of) code, so where what you want or not. We don’t want too many rules. A sport ceases to be exciting when there are too many rules. So, the first official rule of Synchronized Pool Noodling is: “Don’t have too many rules.”

Shibb I was gonna comment on something you posted yesterday on yesterday but I forgot, so I’m doin’ it now. We do have an official end of pool season here. See, by October it’s really a little to cool for pool stuff, so all the stores what sells pool stuff put it on sale to get rid of there excess. Hence the opportunity to buy pool noodles for fifty cents, bathing suits for $2.00 and even a chance to score chemicals and stuff at 50% discounts! So, I stock up. YAY!

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I’m thinkin about forming a rebel breakaway group called ISON for ocean noodlers when I go to the beach in a coupla weeks. It won’t be for the faint of heart cause everyone knows if you go in the ocean in Florida to noodlin depths, you’re gonna get shark bit. (Bad joke for which I’m going to hell) But we figure we can use our noodles to bomp those ole sharks but good on they’s snouts.

gene, you sure that was chicken? I heard kittykat tastes a lot like chicken when it’s barbacued. (I keeed!)

beck, but you feel as good as you look, no? And after gettin your hairs washed, I reckon you look maaaaaavelous! :slight_smile:

hokkaido brit, my boy had a lateral lisp when he was a tadpole. It was very cute. I use to make him say “sufferin succotash” cause he sounded just like a baby Sylvester the cat. (Poor thing, another reason I’m going to hell) Fortunately for him, speech therapy in the first grade cured the lisp.

Tupug

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Hey! I was more help than the rest of these people.

You need more paprika.

And fish sticks. (Or as the French say “poisson batons”.)

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Or as they used to say in Africa, Fish Fingers.

Which is just wrong on so many levels.

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It’s all about the quality, not quantity. As long as you post from the heart, no one can take that away from you. No one. (I hate it when people write that as “noone”. Yeah, it’s right as rain, but it looks dorky.)

Post now or wait? Hmmm Shibb, a question like that deserves a one word answer. And that word is: “D’uuuuuhhhhhuh!”.

Or the word could be: “Justpostitnowifit’sconvenientforyouplease”.

It’s one of those two.

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Hey Swampy don’t fret, I was all grumpy like for you. I’m not good on tours with buses and lots of other tourists. I pout and swear and do things like say, ‘fuck you’ to the bad tour guide (really). My wife says she can’t take me anywhere!

Tuppy, you know it might just have been kitty-cat! That’d be neat, doncha think? Eatin’ kitty-cat in a foreign country! It was still dee-lish-us, whatever it was!

Work sucked today. I’m just saying is all. In fact, it was almost Pittably bad, but the Pit scares me, so I’m not going there…

Sleep now, for real! Just so’s you know, I wear a Baby Xmen t-shirt to sleep in, cos it’s cute! (and also cos it’s about two sizes too big, so I can’t wear it in the street, cos it looks like a 1980’s Choose Life t-shirt).

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Gack. I woke up at 5:30 (after going to bed at 1:30) with my nose and sinuses all stuffed up, and a sinus headache and a nosebleed. I couldn’t sleep for three hours, but I was too tired to get up. I finally fell asleep again about 8:30, and I got up half an hour or so ago. I had violently strange dreams.
I feel really crappy. My nose has cleared out but my sinuses are still stuffed, and I’ve got that charming I-had-to-sleep-with-my-mouth-open feeling. I’m going to have lots of caffeine and something self-indulgent for breakfast, and then take apart 4 pounds of barbaque pork to freeze.

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I just got a call from NASA Goddard. Someone there is real interested in getting me transferred up there to work.

I’m torn, because it’s in the Maryland DC suburbs, and I loathe the area. I’m too close to Washington as it is. :frowning: OTOH, I’d be writing control software for things that get launched into space. :cool:

FCMom, if you think you have it bad now with FCDad conspiring with your cubie, wait until we run in to each other at work… :eek:

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Bobbio, by “up there” you mean the moon, right? :smiley:

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Bobbio the only thing that would be cooler would be if you got to decide what stuff gets launched into space. I mean, say, your neighbor’s being a PITA. You get to design code to launch him into space from his mower. The next time he mows the yard… WHOOOOOOSH No more PITA neighbor. That’d be Jake!

Lissla did you buy cookies? There should always be cookies in the house. You could eat em for breakfast, or eat em for dessert, or eat em with your afternoon tea… all kinds of good things to do with cookies. Also, you need some thyme.

It’s miserable and muggy here. Well, duh, swampy it’s south Jawja in the middle of summer! Cindy and Dennis are causing overcast, humid conditions with little bitty intermittent rains. ICK!

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Lissla, poor you! I’m not suffering as you are, but I must be suffering from something, because I read the last sentence of your post as “I’m going to take a bath in 4 pounds of barbaque pork and freeze.” Lord knows why. I think I was still under the influence of dangergene’s energetic Korea (south) visitation post.

I didn’t report on my vacation, which was to the Isle of Palms, S.C. Our beach house is where the pic I posted yesterday was snapped. We had a wonderful time! There was lovely shallow tide pools for the little one to splash in, and lovely medium-sized non-killer waves for the older kids to body-surf and raft upon. A Good Time Was Had By All! Our house was right on the beach. We had our own boardwalk, and all my family was there! My four brothers and sisters and some spouses and one boyfriend. (Absent spouse being preferable since she’s actually an EX-spouse.) At any rate, my sister begins classes this fall to become a chef, and she is so talented and eager for the cheffie life that she cheffed for us most of the week! We had seafood (since we were at the beach and all) as well as other yummy things, some of which I did not eat since they were meat on the grill (yuck meat). But there were also savory vegetables and other deeeleeeshuuusss things, including dessert. Hurray for sisters that are chefs!

Other fun things we did included strolls through downtown Charleston, S.C., a tour of an aircraft carrier (including sittiing in a fighter plane, whee!), finding live starfish on the beach, seeing dolphins frolicking offshore and SLEEPING! I got to sleep in two mornings while my dear husband took baby duty. (CherryBaby may be cute, but he’s also an EARLY RISER!) We watched movies on DVD, loafed, spent endless hours buttering children with 60 SPF sunscreen and walked on the beach. I got enough tan that I feel OK wearing skirts without stockings and even managed not to GAIN weight.

No noodling was reported. At least in any pools. :smiley:

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Despite the fact that I’m wasting away by the minute, I don’t think anyone at NASA HQ, Kennedy, or Johnson is real interested in getting a 300 lb engineer in a tin can to the moon. Unfortunately, ‘up there’ means Langley is about 3 hours south of Goddard.

Hijacking my own reply, I have a 30 post-op appointment with the surgeon later today. I’ll have an update for y’all on my Bobbio progress later tonight.

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:smack: that should be ‘…30 day post-op…’ :smack: