What I Did This Weekend

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

What I Did This Weekend

by: Rue DeDay
Age 34 3/4

Saturday dawned bright and clear, if a little nippy. I sprang from my bed and roused my first born progeny and readied us both for the Fall Hike. Shibb and his Boy showed up and we motored off for a day of…

That’s when my alarm went off. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I pulled myself out from under my covers to look out the window. What a craptastic day! Grey clouds, sprinkley rain and blustery wind. Yay! But maybe, just maybe it’s an isolated weather pattern. You know, just over my house. Oh yeah, it was “isolated” all right. Isolated to the Earth! But that’s OK, we had a back-up plan. When Shibb (trivia: Shibb is smarter, nicer and taller than me) gets here, we’ll just round up FisherQueen and go over to the Museum of Flight. When Shibb gets here.

“No, no!” I said. “Don’t get doughnuts. It’ll slow us down!”
“Ha ha!” he said. “I know what I’m doing, and we shall have doughnuts!”

The downside was it really slowed Shibb down and he was LATE! On the upside there were doughnuts, so it was pretty OK after all. Then we piled into the car (trivia: my car smells like dogs), all four of us: Shibb, the Boy, Soupo and me, and off to Glen Helen we went. Before we even got out of the driveway “are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet?”. Man! Shibb wouldn’t shut up! Luckily it wasn’t that long a drive to the park.

And there was FisherQueen waiting for us. We knew it was she (her?) because of the crown and she smelled like bait. Ha! I kid! Fisher didn’t smell like bait, she smelled all girl-like. Not that I made a point of sniffing her or anything. Really. She was wearing hip waders, but then who doesn’t like a woman in rubber pants with buit-in boots? I ask ya? And it was really more of a tiara. (trivia: FisherQueen watched Adult Entertainment in her classroom before school started one day. At least she said it was only the one time.) I got the stove ready to heat up some water so we could have hot chocolate with the doughnuts and the boys (Boy and Soupo) ran around making sure there was no one else around that was supposed to be with us and maybe hiding behind the big rock. There wasn’t, by the way. Shibb chatted with Fisher. Man, was he smooth.

After we quaffed hot chocolate and nibbled upon a doughnut or two, we came to the conclusion that yes, it IS a craptacular day! And we really don’t need to see Nature in such a craptacular setting (the park is nice, when it’s not raining and really cold) so we drove off to the Museum of Flight at Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio. Shibb went with Fisher to navigate (trivia: that was my idea) and I took the boys. On the drive over, the boys were mining the subject of “poop” for all the comedy gold it was worth. The children. (trivia: At the Air Force Museum there’s this WWI German plane, the Fokker, it’s painted pink. The grown-ups in the party mined the “Pink Fokker” for all the comedy gold it was worth.)

The Air Force Museum is really nice. It has a bunch of planes and stuff. (trivia: for a mere 75¢ you can rent a locker big enough to fit a six year old boy AND a five year old boy at the same time!) We walked around and looked at the planes and stuff. I think we all learned something that day. But it was all an accident! Really! OK, it wasn’t all accidental, the learning stuff. Someone just had to ask what you call a girl Airman. (“Airman”) And I had to ask what the heck the difference is between a Nissen hut and a Quonset hut. (Quonset huts are better.) Other than that, all learning was purely accidental.

Sunday wasn’t so exciting. I chased Lucy around the living room with a skillet. Not because she was bad or anything, it was just funny to chase my small dog around the living room with a skillet.
-Rue.

2

You only left out a couple of parts, Rue. You didn’t mention your fancy-schmantsy signage. (trivia: Rue is über-prepared and tidy, plus has a lot more hair and glasses than I do)

And you didn’t mention Chillicothe, cool Toyotas, or (trivia: FisherQueen has very pretty blue eyes. Also, Soupo has very cool green eyes).

Also, also, you left out the part where Soupo is extremely attentive to the details of the evil Quonsets, particularly as described by The Teacher.

3

So, were you doing this in your underwear and a raggedy t-shirt? That’s what I’m seeing in my mind’s eye - Rue in his tighty-whities and a humorous t-shirt scampering around the house in pursuit of poor little Lucy. That’s a mental image that will stay with me for a while, I’m sure… :eek:

4

I actually thought about you guys this Saturday afternoon, wondered how your hike was going. Too bad the weather didn’t cooperate.

I also have a confession to make…I don’t know why I feel like I should, it’s rather embarrassing…while I was wondering how the Fall Hike was getting along, I realized the puns connected with the DeDay kids’ names…Soupo and Katcha. Before that, I wondered how he had come up with those…NOW it makes sense!

I’m not really that slow!!! How embarrassing!!! :smack:

5

Puns? What? I do not know to what you refer earthpup.

But I’ll have you know I was fully attired Snickers. I was wearing my flannel lounge pants though. If that’s any help.

I didn’t leave anything our Shibb. I just left some details for others to fill in. That way everyone gets to contribute. You gave me an idea for the next Dope Gathering. Everyone can feel Soupo’s head. Apparently that’s a Big Thing.
-Rue. (über-prepared with the little ditty-dots above the “u”)

6

Too bad about the hike. But, hot chocolate and doughnuts make most anything better, so that was good.

I went to the Mall of America Friday night. (Trivia: [or not] I stayed at a hotel right behind the Mall on Friday night, since I had to wait until Saturday morning to get on a plane and come home.) The Mall of America is uberbig! I only saw a little bit of it. And I ate dinner at the Rain Forest Cafe, which was good. Then I went back to my hotel and went to sleep. Saturday morning I was at the airport at 7:00 A.M., flew to Atlanta, hung around there for a while until I could get on the shuttle flight to Albeeny. I got home at 4 P.M.

Saturday night I went to a party. We had fried fish, fried turkey and all the fixins. Fixins included fries, hush puppies, cheese grits, corn casserole, coleslaw, baked beans, ketchup and tartar sauce. It was good. Then we got on this trailer loaded with bales of hay that got pulled by a four wheeler and we went riding around dirt trails. That was fun too. There was lots of beer. I know cause it took lots of beer to convince me to be pulled around by a four wheeler while sitting in a trailer loaded with bales of hay. Loads of fun.

Sunday, I went to lunch at some friends’ house. We drank four bottles of wine before lunch. After lunch we sat around the living room and sorta dozed off. Then I went home and wrote a report I had to write about the stuff I did in St. Paul, MN (where I was last week in case y’all forgot). I emailed the report off last night.

So, I had fun and was productive over the weekend.

-swampbear ( not sure how to put the …'s on top of uber)

7

Did you let them out? It is a way to take children to a museum without having them bothering you with what they want to see so you can spend all your time with the “Pink Fokker”.
I had a truncated weekend. Meaning that I worked on Saturday, so my only day off was Sunday. Add that to the fact that I also had to work on Veteran’s Day, and you have an overworked Kallessa. I wasn’t doing my normal job on Saturday, though, I was teaching a class on preparing for arbitration for Stewards, and it was a very good class. I stole the show with my amazing rendition of an employee way too upset that her desk has been moved. They all agreed I deserved an Oscar, but I’m holding out for a Tony.

On Sunday I had a very good breakfast with my friend Janet and then napped during the Seahawks game. I meant to have a fire, but I never got around to building one. If I had, it would have been in my fireplace, because building fires in random places around your house is not a good idea.

I did not include any trivia in this post because everything I write is vitally important.

8

Well, I had a very boring weekend. Saturday, the wife wanted to go to the office and do some paperwork, so I drove into Portland to the Great American Train Show. That’s just what they call it. It was okay, but not exactly great. I spent $10.50 (plus the $6.00 to get in). So I left there and went over to Vic’s Hobbies and spent another $16.00. I was a wild man I tell ya’! So then I went home and we watched TV and went to bed. The End. (0f Saturday)
Sunday I was forced to have sex with two gorgeous women for two hours straight. And then I woke up. We didn’t do anything Sunday except I worked on my train layout some and we went grocery shopping and I cooked Cuban Rice for dinner, which was good. It woulda been great but I had an inferior piece of ham to work with. We most emphatically did not chase any small dogs with skillets. I much prefer store-bought meats in my culinary delights, thank you. Then we watched some more TV, but not the American Music Awards, and went to bed. (again) The End

I see that Kallessa had a chance at some guy named Oscar but held out for some Italian guy named Tony. Did he ever come through for ya? Does he own an Italian restaurant? Wadya got against guys named Oscar, except that they might be Norwegian and eat Lutefisk and stuff? Just askin’

Bumbazine – not Norwegian (or Italian)

9

Yes, it’s true, a lovely time was had by all. The children believed me completely when I explained to them that the quonset huts were designed to house quonsets, vicious little rodentlike animals with very sharp teeth. But then it turned out not to be a Quonset hut at all, but a Nissen hut, and so we had nothing to fear.

I remember the Fokker as being lavendar, but I will defer to the wisdom of Rue. The Men also insisted that there was a difference between a blimp and a zeppelin, but I’m still skeptical.

There was an enormous sculpture of Icarus in the lobby, with a strategically placed feather hiding his manly nakedness. Shibboleth and I circled it carefully a few times and determined that there was indeed manly nakedness under the feather. We overheard a Boy Scout leader explaining to his Boys that Icarus was ‘the Greek god of flight,’ which I found entertaining.

There were a stunning number of Boy Scouts there. Apparently, they travel in packs. I made a Boy Scout turn around by pointing out the partly naked girl painted on the side of a plane. But unfortunately, there weren’t any partly naked boys painted on the sides of planes. Not even on the Fokker.

Aw, shucks, Shib looked at my eyes. I’m getting all blushy.

On reflection, I decided not to e-mail my grandma about going out of the city to meet four strange men I’d picked up on the internet, two of whom were married and two of whom were underage.

And yes, it’s true, I did once watch an Adult Film in my classroom. Through the window. The neighbor across the street from the school with the big-screen TV probably should close his blinds when he’s starting the day with a little one-handed exercise. It’s a little… distracting… when you’re trying to grade seventh-grade essays.

10

FisherQueen, I’ve graded seventh grade essays, and a little distraction is not a bad thing–they rarely make much sense in the first place. Could you see the neighbor as well, or only the big screen?

Bumbazine, I have nothing against guys named Oscar (unless they are being played by Sly Stallone), even if they are squareheads, I mean Norwegians, and they don’t try to make me eat any of the lutefish. Nor do any Tonys out there need to be Italian or even own a resturant. I won’t say I’m willing to date anyone, but I do know that name or ethnic background are not enough to kick somebody out of the running. Anybody want to be my date to the company Holiday Party?

11

Batman vs Rue!

:dubious:

12

Kallessa, you’re crackin’ me up!

13

If I’m prepared, the Flying Rat ain’t got a prayer NCB. I am that good at preparation.

Fisher is technically right in that the Fokker is “lavendar”, but since that’s not a “boy color” I don’t have to acknowledge the existance of such a hue. It gets permutated to “pink”. It’s just the way things go.

In the Gift Shop they have post cards of some of the planes from the museum. One of which just happened to be that pink Fokker. So I bought the post card. Just another bit of trivia.

I was going to say how utterly lovely the fair Fisher is. But someone said I’m all sarcastic. So now I won’t. So there.

You know what? Today would have been a great day for the Hike. The trails might have been a little squelchy from the past two days of drizzle, but it was a really nice day here today. And I bet there was all sorts of Nature out too.
-Rue. (more prepared than Batman!)

14

You know I would Kallessa but my wife won’t let me go on dates. She’s funny that way.

Unsolicited testamonial: I have personally broken bread and quaffed ale with the scintillating Kallessa and can attest that she is indeed a fine lass and a boon companion. Youse Doper guys should be fighting over the chance to squire her about, dammit!

[sub]Grumble grumble… Damn fool kids! gotta tell em everthin’!.. grumble grumble.[/sub]

15

Ah, shucks. You’re making me blush, Bumbazine.

Now if you were making me dates, it would be even better. Listen to the man, youse Doper guys.

16

Criminy, Bumb - don’t you know that Rue-threads are high-class threads? What’s all this pimpin’? And Kallessa - who’da thunk you were willing to be pimped?!? :eek: One would think you were a floozy!! :eek:

So, then, thoughts of Rue and Batman have me imagining Rue in tights and a cape… chasing Lucy around the living room. Oddly enough, they’re lavendar tights and the cape is really a beach towel with a picture of a giant starfish on it. It’s a rather disturbing mental image. Almost as disturbing as Bumb wearing a big hat with a feather…

So, not that I’m blabbing, but a week from today is a very special day… :wink:

17

What special day FCM? The day you got your first pair of tights? Your first beach towel? The day you stepped on a starfish? The day you got your first big hat with a feather? Anniversary? I know it’s not your birthday cause I know when that is. It’s 6 months and 6 days before mine.

Kallessa once the dopers find you a man, do you think you could steer em over here to help me land one? I’m actually thinking more along the lines of assisting me in kidnapping Homebrew (my big time board crush, in case y’all didn’t know) and bringing him to my house.

Oh, I forgot to mention I saw snow last week. I know, I know for a lot of ya big deal, but I live in snowless (thank Og!) south Georgia. It was fun to see. It snowed for about 4 hours and then stopped. The sun came out and no more snow.

-swampbear (all bothered thinking about Homebrew all tied up and delivered to my front door)

18

Actually i’ve always prefered walking in drizzle (“sprinkley rain”) its very refreshing.

I can see why you didn’t though - blustery winds are a pain in the arse.

19

If we auctioned off both Kalley and Swampy, do you think we could turn a profit? Not, like, together as a set, but one each. And not like “auction them off for keeps”, just for one night. Unless things go well, then it’s their own business. Think of the marketting potential.

I had to check the calendar to see what’s gonna happen in a week. Yeah, that’s one special day, let me tell you.

20

Pimpin’? PIMPIN’!? That would imply some form of compensation. I expect no compensation for pointing out the obvious to the oblivious male members of this board. (Unless it involves chocolate.)
um, FCM, with the big hat with the feather in it, can I get a big garish Cadillac and a gold tooth with a diamond in it? And a fur coat?

And then, in the very next post even, Swampy exhorts the teeming, um, dozen or so MMPers to kidnap the alleged ** Homebrew** and transport him across state lines for alleged immoral purposes. (At least in Jorjuh they’re considered immoral)
Now THAT would require compensation. If I were to participate in such an activity, and I’m not saying I would, I would require, at the very least, access to Swampy’s alleged pool and his alleged kitchen, especially the material refrigerator of his alleged kitchen.

And then Garius comes in and tries (unsuccessfully) to return this thread to it’s usual high moral standards. (Work with me here.) But NOooo! Rue has to come in and suggest auctioning off Kalley and Swampy!

What’s this thread coming to?

leaves in a Huff ( which is kinda like a snit but with extra big tail fins and a big chromey hood ornament.)