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We went canoeing today.
Er, strike that, make it: Izzie forcibly evicted the geeks from computerdom USA and drug them off to--horrors... WATER!!!!!!
THe trip to canoeland was very quiet. Brother-who-thinks-he-is-a-Marine sat in the front seat and tattooed cryptic messages on his arm with sunscreen. Brother-who-loves-to-push-everybody's-buttons sat in the back and stared. Sis kept ducking behind the seat or staring out the window trying to be an ultra-cool/hip 10 year old.
I made the decree of "No electronics on the river". So my cell, the digital camera and whatever battery operated toys had to stay with the van. This was recieved with much excitement. NOT. We took a disposable camera, a watersafe watch and 20 bottles of gatorade.
They forgave me after a getting on the water though. Somebody had seen Pirates of the Caribbean a few too many times. We handn't got the raft in the water before somebody was holding up a water bottle and asking: "But why is the rum gone?" This became the theme for our float trip.
"Should we stop over here?"
But why is the rum gone?
"Was that a bird?"
but why is the rum gone.
Yeah, you get the picture. That and Bro-who-thinks-he's-a-Marine became Bro-who-thinks-he's-a-pirate-captain. And instead of telling us about the proper way to perform a dive he started in with: "Heave to me hearties." Lil' cool-kid sis decided that people we saw on the way were to be called "natives" and the first one we saw got dubbed "the hairy native". Later we saw him again and sis says "Look, it's the hairy native." Marine-boy looks up and says "Izzie is a hairy native?"
We paddled, we floated, during lunch we fed the minnows. (Hey, I could do that lots of places, but no, I have to pay $$$ to rent a raft and do it on the river.) I put more sunscreen on the kids, they swam...er I splashed them until they were damp.
We finally stopped at a good swimming place. It was just over knee deep and had a swift current so you could lay on your back and float aways. You could also swim in place and I kept everyone entertained by doing just that. ('cept I was swimming backwards) Button-pushing brother stayed on the shore. Chased sis with the paddle. Found the cold root beer and "drank all the rum". The call of nature ensued. I told him he could answer it by "peeing in the bushes or just jump in the water and do it." This was beyond the experience of his 15 years. He learned a new thing today--bushes are really rest areas in disguise. But by the time we got back to the campground he was ready for us to go so he could see a real toilet. Mr.Glow-in-the-dark is now flamingo pink, despite repeat coats of SPF48. He was made to be burnt.
Back at the car my cell battery had died, it called but only rang once. Mom, however, is psychic. She "knew" that call was me and had ordered pizza by the time we got home. (This was to celebrate those precious hours when we were all gone. She's hoping to bribe us into doing it more often by ordering pizza.)
That was the sum of my day. Beats work hollow. Beats coming home and hearing the "what they screwed up now" report from manager dude. There are four people at my store: One quit last week, one might get fired over this week, one is me and I'm quitting next week, one is manager dude--no wonder he's worried. Boss woman has been downright evil lately and manager dude has been telling her so. He wants out. Poor guy.
Must finish up disposable camera--I'm sure we have lovely shots (in a variety of "why's the rum gone" poses, replete with water bottles). There were quite a few drunks on the river today. So after calling them natives the 10 year old would go: "Are they drunk?"
Probably honey, probably.
Er, strike that, make it: Izzie forcibly evicted the geeks from computerdom USA and drug them off to--horrors... WATER!!!!!!
THe trip to canoeland was very quiet. Brother-who-thinks-he-is-a-Marine sat in the front seat and tattooed cryptic messages on his arm with sunscreen. Brother-who-loves-to-push-everybody's-buttons sat in the back and stared. Sis kept ducking behind the seat or staring out the window trying to be an ultra-cool/hip 10 year old.
I made the decree of "No electronics on the river". So my cell, the digital camera and whatever battery operated toys had to stay with the van. This was recieved with much excitement. NOT. We took a disposable camera, a watersafe watch and 20 bottles of gatorade.
They forgave me after a getting on the water though. Somebody had seen Pirates of the Caribbean a few too many times. We handn't got the raft in the water before somebody was holding up a water bottle and asking: "But why is the rum gone?" This became the theme for our float trip.
"Should we stop over here?"
But why is the rum gone?
"Was that a bird?"
but why is the rum gone.
Yeah, you get the picture. That and Bro-who-thinks-he's-a-Marine became Bro-who-thinks-he's-a-pirate-captain. And instead of telling us about the proper way to perform a dive he started in with: "Heave to me hearties." Lil' cool-kid sis decided that people we saw on the way were to be called "natives" and the first one we saw got dubbed "the hairy native". Later we saw him again and sis says "Look, it's the hairy native." Marine-boy looks up and says "Izzie is a hairy native?"
We paddled, we floated, during lunch we fed the minnows. (Hey, I could do that lots of places, but no, I have to pay $$$ to rent a raft and do it on the river.) I put more sunscreen on the kids, they swam...er I splashed them until they were damp.
We finally stopped at a good swimming place. It was just over knee deep and had a swift current so you could lay on your back and float aways. You could also swim in place and I kept everyone entertained by doing just that. ('cept I was swimming backwards) Button-pushing brother stayed on the shore. Chased sis with the paddle. Found the cold root beer and "drank all the rum". The call of nature ensued. I told him he could answer it by "peeing in the bushes or just jump in the water and do it." This was beyond the experience of his 15 years. He learned a new thing today--bushes are really rest areas in disguise. But by the time we got back to the campground he was ready for us to go so he could see a real toilet. Mr.Glow-in-the-dark is now flamingo pink, despite repeat coats of SPF48. He was made to be burnt.
Back at the car my cell battery had died, it called but only rang once. Mom, however, is psychic. She "knew" that call was me and had ordered pizza by the time we got home. (This was to celebrate those precious hours when we were all gone. She's hoping to bribe us into doing it more often by ordering pizza.)
That was the sum of my day. Beats work hollow. Beats coming home and hearing the "what they screwed up now" report from manager dude. There are four people at my store: One quit last week, one might get fired over this week, one is me and I'm quitting next week, one is manager dude--no wonder he's worried. Boss woman has been downright evil lately and manager dude has been telling her so. He wants out. Poor guy.
Must finish up disposable camera--I'm sure we have lovely shots (in a variety of "why's the rum gone" poses, replete with water bottles). There were quite a few drunks on the river today. So after calling them natives the 10 year old would go: "Are they drunk?"
Probably honey, probably.