April's Real Blog

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

See STARS!

Oh, 4 heav's sake! So they got all their refreshments 2geth, & Lizzie got the telescope set up. She referred 2 her star map w/Gary, 2 fig out where 2 point 4 the lil & big dipper. So Liz gets the big dip in her telescope, & Gary announces "Turn off all your lights! Polaris is in the telescope!" & Liz heard some1 say, "Who needs Hollywood when U can line up here 2 C a star?" Girl, please! So was Gary's phrasing supposta B like when those old Elvis concerts wd end w/"Elvis has left the bldg" (Or 2 put it in terms my mom wd understand, "Bobby Curtola has left the bldg")? Just so much bleah. & NEway, wasn't the whole pt of Polaris supposta B that U don't need a telescope 2 C it? That's Y the ancient sailing ships cd use it 2 navigate? I dunno, I think I give up.

So, in a lil while, Dad & I R going 2 his dental practice, cuz this is "Take Your Child To Work Day". This morning, mom was all, "Last chance 2 change yr mind & spend the day @ my store!" Cha, yeah, no thanx, Ma.

Last nite was Robin's 1-yr bday celebration, @ a restaurant in Toronto called Nixie Knox. Mike, Dee, Merrie, Robin, Mira, Wilf, Gramps, Iris, Mom, Dad, & I were all there. Merrie was in a booster seat between Mike an' Dee, & Robin was in a hi-chair on Dee's other side. Mira & Wilf arrived w/a big ol' present that turned out 2 B the Leapfrog Learning Table, which lks like a really cool toy that Robin will enjoy. But rite away Mike started grumbling abt how much space it wd take up, & Dee fretted abt the noise it wd make. My mom, w/her famous smug look on her face, handed over 1 of her infamous coupons 4 "time with Grandma". Mike an' Dee totally gushed ovr it, & I felt so bad cuz it lked like Mira was rite on the verge of tears. Fortunately, Gramps cut the tension by making 1 of his jokes abt getting old & having lots of gas. My prezzie 2 Robin was a Little People School Bus. Mike was like, "Well, that's v. nice of U, but someday U shd start following Mom's xample & offer yr time." & I sed, "Nice gift horse, but let me open his mouth!" Mike was all, "U & horses again! MayB we shd C if it's on the menu!" This made that whole Mary Worth nitemare come back 2 me, & I was almost in tearz myself. My mom was all, "I swear, April, I think yr birth certificate has a typo on it. U shd B 'April Martian Patterson', not 'April Marian Patterson.'" I must have had my ultimate WTF look on my face, cuz Dad cut in with, "Oh, April, learn 2 take a joke wd U? U teenagers, U're so emotional!" I sed, "Oh, I C, it's OK 2 say NE hurtful thing as long as U l8r call it a joke? Well U know what, Dad? Dressing up in an engineer's costume, complete w/a CAP, so U can play w/yr lil choo-choo's, is LAME! Just kidding! Joke! Mom, U have been going thru menopause since 1994. I have no memory of U not having the flappa-flappa-flappa hotflashes, & mayB it's not normal 4 yr change 2 go on this long! Call Dr. Ted, already! Oh, just kidding! Take a joke! Mike, yr writing sux! Dee writes way better'n U, & she's a pharmacist. Oh, j/k!" B4 I cd go on further, Mom told me not another word fr. me 4 the rest of the nite or I lose my Gerald privileges until New Year. Gramps was all, "April, listen 2 her, she's not kidding when she gets like that!" & I just nodded quietly, cuz I know he's rite.

So I was quiet 4 the rest of the nite, yo, & that was tuff, lemme tell U! Over appetizers (Mom had 6), Ma was all, "So, Wilf, I heard the Mayeses had a v. special dinner 4 U Saturday." Wilf sed, "Yes, & it was v. touching." Mom huffed, "Well, U know the Mayeses offered 2 throw me a special dinner 2, U know, but I turned them down, saying it wd B way 2 flashy & I was 2 modest 2 accept. I saw Wilf & Mira xchange a knowing lk, but they let this pass.

Then I saw Mike totally kick Dee under the table, & 4 a sec she had a WTF lk on her face, & Mike did this lil gesture lifting his chin toward her & glancing @ Dee's 'rents. Then she got an "Oh, rite" lk on her face & she sed, "Mom! Dad! Wasn't Mike's 'neighbour' article in The Clarion hysterically funny?" & Mira said, "I'm sorry, but it sort of made me feel sorry for the neighbours", and Wilf said, "It was awfully one-sided!" Mike was all, "It was only meant 2 B a humourous exposé, not a journalistic retelling of our conflict". And Wilf said, "But when U use the word 'exposé', doesn't that connote a journalistic piece which, albeit done in a humourous fashion, should still abide by journalistic standards?" And here, my mom cut in with, "You just don't understand how a genius thinx!" And Wilf was all, "Yes, I guess I don't."

When Dee ordered chili for Robin, Mira was, like, "Isn't that 2 spicy 4 a 1yo?" And Dee was like, "Mom, U R so culturally myopic, which isn't surprising, as you come from a homogeneous family situation. But I learned in Hondoras that babies can eat just about NEthing we do, w/the caveat that U still need 2 introduce new foods 1 @ a time in case of allergiez & sensitivies. I have an article I'd be happy 2 4ward 2 U." & Mira was like, "No thanx, dear, never mind!"

Gramps felt bad that I cdn't talk during dinner, so he started 2 pass me notes. "Don't worry, April, 4 yrs is a short time, & then U can get out of that madhouse!" I had 2 tuck the notes away fast 2 keep Mom fr. intercepting. Fortunately, having lots & lots of food in front of her slows her down abt these things.

I'll post more deets abt the dinner if I think of NEthing else. This post is getting way 2 long! BTW, sum foax e-mailed me & sed "I thought U & Becky were in the same French class. U posted abt her falling asleep while conjugating verbs." U C, I was getting 100% on my essays & tests, so my mom stuck in her big navet nose & insisted I B switched 2 honours French, 5th period. Whatta drag!

NEway, Dad's yelling that it's time 4 us 2 leave 4 work!

Apes

35 Comments:

  • At 9:10 AM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    howard, i didn't get a chance 2 respond 2 yr gd news last nite! i'm so happy u r getting yr life back, esp the mboro glbtlo! we'll have 2 celebrate sumhow this wkend.

    apes

     
  • At 9:35 AM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    Your story about your sister Elizabeth reminded me of yet another story about when Kortney Krelbutz and I were in Mtigwaki months ago that may explain your questions about the North Star. We were about to leave Mtigwaki in the middle of the night when Gary Crane stepped in front of our car to stop us. He said, “Why are you leaving?” I said, “We decided we didn’t want to stay here anymore.” Gary said, “But Mtigwaki is a fine place to live. You will never find a closer knit community than ours. Why if you stay here just a minute, we’ll get you coffee and hot chocolate. And there’s Dakota with his camp stove to cook whatever it is that you want.” Sure enough, a native was rushing toward us with his camp stove.

    Kortney said, “Those aren’t good reasons to stay. Those are good reasons to leave.” Then Gary said, “Mtigwaki has more special things about it than just its friendly people. Why we have an unusual astronomical phenomenon.” I said, “What’s that?” Gary said, “On a clear night, when the lights are off, you can’t see the North Star, Polaris with the naked eye.” I said, “What do you mean you can’t see it? Under those conditions, anyone in the Northern Hemisphere can see the North Star.” Gary said, “Not in Mtigwaki. Just try to find it. You’ll see, or I should say, ‘You won’t see.’” And Gary pointed to the sky. I said, “OK! First, we have to find the big dipper. The two stars at the end of the dipper part are the pointer stars to Polaris. What do you know? It’s not there!” Gary said, “I told you. You have to have a telescope and a star map to find the North Star from Mtigwaki. If we had those things, people would line up to see it. Who needs Hollywood when you can line up here to see a star!!” Kortney and I both said, “What are you talking about?” Gary Crane said, “Mtigwaki is better than Hollywood. I’m just trying to tell you Mtigwaki is a great place to live!” Kortney said, “We live in Milborough, a place that’s better than Mtigwaki for 2 reasons.” Gary said, “What are they?” Kortney said, “1. You can see the North Star without a telescope. 2. There’s no Mtigwakians there.”

    I thought you might find this story interesting. Oh, please let your sister know, she has my sympathy. Oh, if you are free on my day off on Sunday, Tracey Mayes wants me to take you out to celebrate my newly free status, just a girl and her promised gay. Let me know if that’s OK. It sounds kind of weird to me, but Tracey said it’s very traditional in Milborough.

    Toodles,
    Howard Kelpfroth

     
  • At 9:58 AM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    lol, i luv yr storiez abt u & kortney in mtiggerandpoohville, howard. it's cube how kortney was so blunt w/the mtig ppl.

    sure, i'm free sunday. if u'd like 2 include other ppl in the celebration, but u r worried that tracey will b upset if we don't do a 1-on-1, mayB we cd set up an "accidental" mtg @ a nice restaurant. like, "oh! look! dunc is here. & becky. & gerald. & brenda starr! what're the chances!" (i know brenda mite still b busy w/the chef sunday, but in case she's not.)

    apes

     
  • At 11:10 AM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    so i'm @ dad's practice now. he keeps saying, "who's my next patient? er, i mean client?" & ppl keep giving him strange looks. dad's associate, elliot everett, was, like, "hey, april, call me e-squared. cuz my initials r e.e." i was, like, "u cd be a poet." he gave me a blank lk, so i moved on 2 my next thought. "shdn't it be 2e insteada e-squared?" & he's all, "i don't follow u." i was like, "e-squared wd b e times e. u want 2 times 2, or 2e. didn't u take algebra?" & he's like, "whoa, lil patterson! chill! don't b so literal!" i'm like ok, whatevs, morsel.

    well, dad is calling me cuz he wants me 2 watch him do a root canal. ew.

    apes

     
  • At 11:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i'm so jellus. i wish i could go w/1 of my 'rents 2 their work 2day, but the youth correctional centre wouldn't let me out for that. i can't believe i'm actually looking forward 2 catholic military reform school. an' becky, i miss those purple lips u keep writin' about. (sigh)

    kiMMi <3 <3 <3

     
  • At 11:26 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    it is so hard 2 get away & purge @ my mom's real-estate office. i m gonna get so fat 2day.
    :(

    tangi

     
  • At 11:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i'm @ the church where my dad is the minister. this is such a drag. dunc, i miss u. i mite 4give u if u talk nice.

    keesh

     
  • At 11:31 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, this is Shannon's big brother Blair. We're at my mom's office. Mom's a social worker. Uh-oh, I think Shannon's wandered off again. I'd better go look for her. Again.

    Blair

     
  • At 12:02 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, becks, the lonely manitoba farmers were way creepee. i even caught 1 of 'em smelling my guitar when i got back fr. takin' a lil pee break.

    i m glad u get 2 spend time w/yr dad 2day. i know u've missed him.

    apes

     
  • At 12:07 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    Accidentally meeting other people will be fine. I think so long as Tracey sees the 2 of us dressed up to go someplace she will be satisfied. She won’t be with us wherever it is that we decide to go. I think Tracey is trying to get attention from her back-up gay vicariously through you. She sometimes complains that Lawrence doesn’t send her gifts or flowers or cards like he did before he met Nick. We can do a nice send-off presentation for Tracey to make her happy and then do whatever we want.

    We could go to Becky’s house for a party there, like she suggested, but frankly Becky’s description of her mother’s current attitude toward men worries me. The last time she was like this, she drugged me and would have done other things to me, had it not been for Becky’s timely intervention. Perhaps a nice place where I don’t have to worry about what Krystle might put in the food.

    Toodles,
    Howard Kelpfroth

     
  • At 12:18 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    ok, howard, we'll do the big send-off thing 4 tracey. btw, i rec'd that package u sent me w/the dress. i kinda thot the card lked like tracey's handwriting, which i recognize fr. her leaving me notes w/emergency #'s & instructions 4 taking care of paul & rosemary.

    i totally wanna c u perform when u r back w/the lgbtlo, howard.

    apes

     
  • At 12:39 PM, Blogger howard said…

    Becky,

    If your mom isn’t there, your house will be fine. It’s just when your mom is in one of her “I need a man” moods, it’s kind of scary if you’re a man.

    I called the Milborough Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender Light Opera manager, and they are currently in the middle of preparing for a production of Mozart’s “The Marriage of Figaro”. He said the main parts had already been cast, but I could join the chorus, since I already know the music from doing it before. I will let you know the performance dates, but it won’t be very showy for me singing-wise. I hope you don’t mind. It will be good just to be back on the stage in a dress and a wig.

    April,

    Yes, Tracey did pick out the dress and wrote the card herself on my behalf. I’m sure that when she turned the ‘W” in Howard to 2 little hearts that was probably a giveaway as to its author. The dress has a little more pink and lace than I would have selected for you, but I’m sure that you will look fine in it. Tracey got me a morning suit to wear. She says I look very dapper in it. Tracey is a young woman, but her tastes are extremely traditional.

    Toodles,
    Howard Kelpfroth

     
  • At 1:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, i went w/my mom 2 her work @ the toronto general hospital where she works az a lab tech. it wuz the 1st time i went w/her 2 her work, so i wuz surprized wen she pulled n2 the part of the hospital which had the sign sayin’ “toronto general hospital sperm bank.” i sed, “mom, u work n a sperm bank?” she sed, “yes, didn’t u know that jeremy. u rilly must pay better attenshun. remember i wen back 2 skool 4 a tech degree aftah ur father left.”

    we got nside & i saw my future sister there alreddy w/ her dad, the guy my mom iz d8in’. he sed, “well jeremy ru reddy 2 learn ‘bout semen washing?” i must have looked bug-eyed, cuz then he sed, “that’s just the term we use ‘round here. my official title iz cryobiologist.” my future sis punched me on the arm & sed, “u turned white wen my dad sed ‘sperm washer’ & she started sayin’ it 2 me ovah & ovah 2 c if i wuz still scared. ne way they took me & my future sis 2 a big room where the hospital manager made sum speech & talked ‘bout workin’ n the hospital wen u grad & stuff. it wuz dull, since i wanna have a job n the muzik biz.

    then mom & her bf took me & my future sis 2 their lab. the bf sed, “let's start @ the beginning. prescreened "donors" go 2 the collection room 2 make their deposit. i sed, “hey this room haz got porno n it.” the bf sed, “yes that helps the ‘donor’ in makin’ their deposit.” my future sis sed, “u wanna go n & make a deposit?” i turned red & her dad sed, “no this iz serious biz. the stuff n the room iz not 4 kidz.”

    then he went on, ”the semen washers like ur mom & me take the deposit & place a sample under the microscope 4 a sperm count. next comez the washing. ur mom & i spin the sample n a centrifuge 2 separate the "plasma" frum the motile cellz. then we add a preservative, & it's off 2 the freezer, where it can stay 4 20 yearz. i sed, “mom u hafta handle men’s stuff?” & she sed, “it’s an important job. thanx 2 semen washers, many peeps can have babeez.” i gave her a kind of “ew” look, but my future sis just laughed @ me.

    then this guy comez out of 1 of the collection roomz & it’s ur bro. my mom givez him $75, & he sez 2 my mom, thanx 4 getting ‘pharmacists gone wild’ 4 him & that if it weren’t 4 this freelance work, hiz guyz wud nevah get 2 swim. i don’t think he recognized me.

    then this guy comez n & it looks like he haz a basketball stuffed n hiz pants. it wuz that dr. schlanger guy, ur alwayz talkin’ ‘bout. my mom handz him this gallon jug, & he sed thanx. wen he got out of the collection room, he walked up 2 mom, w/ the jug full & hiz pants looked normal. it wuz weird. ttyl.

     
  • At 1:32 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, that xplains a whole lot abt mike, jeremy! & schlanger, 2. yikes.

    howard, i tried on the dress & it's a gd fit. it's a lil more foofy than i'd ordinarily buy 4 myself, but really not bad. i know what u mean abt tracey's taste.

    apes

     
  • At 1:42 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    I am glad it fits. It may be fun to wear something a little girly for a change.

    Are you already done at your father's office?

    Toodles,
    Howard Kelpfroth

     
  • At 2:05 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    still @ the office. just taking many breaks 2 check the blog, cuz it gets really dull here. & the root canal was so gross! i'm not as spooked by open mouths as my mom is, but believe me, u don't wanna b watching dental work!

    btw, i was able to take another quick look in my dad's office & i saw a certificate, framed & hanging on the wall, that i hadn't noticed the last time. it mite b new. it sed, "this certificate is in honour of john patterson, dds, for his exemplary work in communicating the mood, message, and core values of the johnston institute for better living."

    i was gonna try snooping some more when i heard dr. everett yelling, "april, d00dette, yr dad wants me 2 show u the bonding process on thel keane's teeth!" so i had 2 hurry & get my arse outta there.

    apes

     
  • At 2:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OMG! I pushed a button & now Jeremy's sperm bank story is my homepage! I gotta get this fixed before anyone else uses this 'puter! April, your BROTHER! Freelance work I guess. EWW!

    No, I'm still on this computer! Oh, gotta turn that speak and type thingie off.

     
  • At 2:52 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    yikes, anon!

    apes

     
  • At 3:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It happened one of two ways ...
    1.) When I was pounding on the desk, laughing so hard I hit something ... or
    2.) When I was pouding on the desk laughing so hard, drawing attention to myself, people started to come make sure I alright and tried to close the window and I hit something ... Either way I think I fixed it.

    FYI: I don't like the name Anon. But my dad tells me it's better than people calling me "Dipshit". I'm not sure I see his point.
    -A

     
  • At 3:33 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    psst, if u wanna use yr own name, u can choose "other" & type in ne name u want! :)

    apes

     
  • At 3:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    So, my boss, Sugar Van Rensselaer, has her 17-year-old daughter Johanna with her here today. Johanna was going on and on about how she could never do what we do since she'd have to touch strangers' hair, and she couldn't do something so gross. Right when I was about ready to clock her, I read April's comments about watching dental procedures. So I said, "It could be worse, Johanna! You could be a dentist and spend your day doing stuff inside people's mouths, with their teeth!" She shuddered and decided touching hair's not such a bad thing after all.

    BTW, Becky, have I upset you? I noticed your comment where you said you were glad you didn't have any brothers or sisters.

    Marjee

     
  • At 4:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    This works for me. I don't need mom knowing that I know you and read your blog. Things would get ugly fast, I'm sure. Maybe when she gets her own life and stops living hers vicariously through me! Anyhow, she "affectionately" refers to you as "Crack Whore Patterson". Need I say more? And dad calls me Anonymous when he forgets my name. "This is, uh, we'll just call her Anonymous for now." His friends all shorten it to Anon. I don't like that. That's why I don't like Anon. You can call me 'A'. Oh and mom, she just calls me whatever name is on the tip of her tongue when she wants my attention. She used to call me "Elizabeth". I think it came from The Walton's, you know, "Good night Elizabeth. Good night John Boy." When I told her your sister was going to look at Polaris through a telescope she stopped calling me Elizabeth. Now she calls your sister "Village Idiot". I told her it's not nice but ... At least she's stopped calling me Elizabeth!

    -A

     
  • At 5:15 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, a, i wonder what i did 2 make yr 'rents h8 me like that! crack whore, eh? mayB sum1 shd tell dr. f abt that, since he keeps tellin' ger he has 2 dump me b/c i'm doomed 2 b a frigid patterson. on second thot, scratch that. i don't think even dr. f wd approve of ger d8ing a crack whore!

    apes

     
  • At 5:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april. i have a strange question 2 ask u. my mom & her bf & my future sister & i r goin’ 2 c a show on friday nite. the show iz “romie & julie: a love story”, modernized 4 a post-millenial audience by mike patterson (same name az ur bro). it’s b-ing done by the toronto little dinner theatre. my future sis sez her dad iz talkin’ ‘bout moving 2 m-boro, if our parents get married & she wunts 2 meet sum of my friendz. i didn’t wanna tell her i don’t have ne, so i wuz wondering if u & gerald wunted 2 c the show. u wudn’t hafta pretend u liked me or nething. mom sez i can invite 2 peeps & she iz paying for the tickets & dinner, so it wudn’t cost u nething & my mom wud talk 2 ur mom ‘bout not havin’ 2 work in her book store on friday. u don’t hafta worry ‘bout b-ing ‘round my future sis either. she iz rilly cube. lemme know if u wanna go.

     
  • At 6:09 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, jeremy, that's gotta b 1 of the shakespeare plays mike sed he was "modernizing". i'm kind of afraid, but @ the same time part of me wants 2 c it & rag on it w/no mercy! ger, what do u think?

    apes

     
  • At 6:49 PM, Blogger howard said…

    Becky.

    I am so glad to hear that Jean-Paul Brasseur has finally settled down and is going to marry a doctor. He is a sweetie-pie. By the by, tell Gerald not to worry about him. He has a tendency to exaggerate. He tells everyone that he killed twelve men his first week in prison, but everyone who knows him can tell you it was actually 4 men the first week, 2 men the second week, and 1 man the third week.

    I’m glad you had a pleasant time working with your dad doing community service. I hope you gave him a big hug and a kiss for me.

    I get to go to my first rehearsal with the Milborough Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender Light Opera Company in 3 months after I close the restaurant tonight. I am so excited. I have really missed doing opera.

    Toodles,
    Howard Kelpfroth

     
  • At 7:56 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    believe it or not, becks, the only reason i m even considering going 2 sumthin' w/jeremy & his almost-sister is cuz of u. u wdn't b able 2 know this, but when u had those 4 gps devices in yr mouth & they almost killed u, jeremy was, liked, totally wrecked w/worry abt u. i mean, i don't hafta tell u abt my history w/jeremy. & if u look thru old comments in this blog, u can totally c how many times he told me a was a loser or lame or just stupid. it was c-ing how much he cared about my bff that made me think diff abt him.

    i don't wanna do nething that upsets u, i swear. & jeremy, when u read this, 1 thing u shd think abt is that even if it wasn't on purpose u hurt becky's feelings. u did xplain that u nevr really thot she was fat. 1st u made yr comment abt carrying her & that was cuz she was all dead w8-y. then u were talking abt the sickos in the music biz who were tellin' u that only the superskinny almost-dead girlz were getting record contracts. but u nevr sed "becky, i'm sorry i hurt yr feelings."

    & mayB u evn planned 2 say that, but then u had that day w/all the pranx played on u, & mayB u thot, "4get that." so becky, it cd b that, like yr dad, jeremy has paid 4 his "crime"?

    & then evn tho u weren't really officially bf/gf, jeremy did get hurt when u started kissin' dunc, even tho he tried 2 b all tuff abt it, all guy-like.

    so i dunno, u guyz, mayB u'll B mad @ ea other 4ever. or cd b that when u r ready, u'll both say u r sorry 4 the hurty stuff u did 2 ea other.

    apes

    p.s. becky, i won't go if u really, really don't want me 2. but cd we not decide yet? how 'bout we just keep this in the back of our headz 4 a few dayz?

     
  • At 8:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Im back fr working w/ my dad. Oh, man, that was the boringest day evah. All morning I shredded paper an' all afternoon I put the shredded paper in2 paper recycling bags. An' the weirdest thing was evry1 @ work was jealous 'cos they thot my dad had given me the best job but they pretended they were happy 2 C me.

    The only ok part was lunch. My dad said we cld take a 2 hr lunch 'cos we had 2 stay l8 4 his meeting w/ Gordo. We went 2 Shelbyville 4 lunch @ Swiss Chalet 'cos my dad said we wld end up eating w/ 20 ppl if we tried 2 have a private lunch in Mboro. My dad asked me how my day was an' I told him Id rather B @ school. He said, u think its boring @ the Credit Union, dont u, but thats ok so do I, that job sux the joy fr life an' b4 u no it u start 2 think that playing w/ choo-choos mite B a fun way 2 spend yr weekend. When my dad said that I spilled the Chalet dipping sauce all ovah the table. I thot my dad was always rilly in2 choo-choos, but he says he didnt play w/ them till we moved 2 Mboro 'cos Dr. an' Mrs. P. were the only ppl who were nice 2 r family @ 1st so he hung a lot w/ Dr. P. My dad says Dr. an' Mrs. P. didnt use 2 b weird, they used 2 b funny an' smart an' kind ppl. I cant remember them b4 they were weird. My dad thinks theyve gone weird 'cos theyve been in Mboro 2 long.

    My dad told me that he an' my mom dont want 2 go weird so hes going 2 take early retirement @ the Credit Union an' my 'rents r going 2 move back 2 Barbados. 4 a min I thot that meant that my 'rents were leaving soon an' I cld live @ home alone, which wld b so cube, but then my dad said he cldnt retire til hes 55 an' he wont b 55 til aft I finish uni. My dad says Mr. P. keeps talking abt the house hes going 2 buy 4 his choo-choos an' my dad is going 2 give Mr. P. his choo-choos when he moves as a farewell surprise. I bet yr dad will wet himself, Apes, when he has all those trains 2 set up an' play w/. My dad said he hopes I leave Mboro aft high school, an' I told him I cldnt stay even if I want 2 -- an' I dont want 2 -- 'cos Im going 2 get my lawyer 2 sue Luggie an' the police an' the school an' Kimmi an' ne1 else my lawyer can think of 2 sue so that me an' Beckers have the $ 2 go 2 TO or NYC or newhere else we want.

    My dad said hes worried abt me an' Beckers. He thinks Beckers is a gr8 girl w/ lots of talent, but hes not sure abt her 'rents. He thinks her dad is a psycho an' that her mom is prejudiced an' mite get me in2 trouble. Beckers, I asked my dad what VD is an' he said its the oldie way of saying STD. So WTF is up w/ yr mom neway?

    Aft closing time Gordo and Tracey came in 4 their meeting w/ my dad. I was hoping 2 listen in, but my dad sent me 2 Horny Tims 4 donuts so I missed most of the meeting. All I heard was Gordo saying 2 my dad, r u sure u dont want 1 of my dishes, Nigel, the Pattersons rilly like theirs.

    So that was my day @ work w/ my dad. But now I no 4 sure that I dont want 2 be a banker an' I dont want 2 stay in Mboro.

    p.s. Oh, man. I just read sum of the other posts on yr blog, Apes. I wish Id read them b4. Im pretty sure I shredded a bunch of papers abt the Johnston Institute 4 Better Living. Now I feel so stoopid.

    p.p.s. Do u think I can make my 'rents think theyre starting 2 go weird already so they hafta go back 2 Barbados rite away? Party evry weekend @ MCDunCs place if my 'rents go!

    p.p.p.s. Im leaving 4 Horny Tims now. L8r.

     
  • At 9:25 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    dunc, liz sumtymz tells me stories abt how my 'rents were b4 they got all weird. i have sum v. v. vague early memoriez of them being the way yr dad describes, but i guess i was pretty young when the weird sank in.

    i dunno dunc, i'm guessing that if u got yr 'rents 2 move 2 barbados early, it wd totally backfire & they'd just take u w/them. & that wd suck!

    even tho the docs u saw were shredded, it cd b a useful clue that the johnston inst. does biz w/yr dad's credit union.

    c u @ school 2morrow. 2 bad u got back so l8, else i wd've been in2 sum horny tims.

    btw, ger, long time no post! did u flush yr phone & yr 'puter down the toilet?

    apes

     
  • At 9:54 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    becks, yr post came thru while i was sending my last 1. guess what? my mom didn't bring ne tiramisu home, just crumbs on her face & orders 4 me 2 make sumthin' delicious 4 dinner.

    that's gd news abt yr mom. things r alwayz e-zer 4 u when yr mom is "occupied" like that. tho bad news u had 2 work so hard 2day. w/my dad, it was all abt watching the gross dental procedures.

    i m glad abt the truce cuz there's been way 2 much tension.

    oh, dunc, i meant 2 say in my last post--i think u r rite that my dad wd pee his pants if he gets all those trainz fr. yr dad. tho he'll b sad 2 lose a choo-choo friend.

    apes

     
  • At 10:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    No, my tantalizing little tamale. I simply adhere to a rule of thumb that your adorable friend Becky taught me. She pulled me aside one day and said, "Gerald, I have to let you know, we all liked you much better when you were catatonic. You should try to act that way as much as possible." Becky isn't always my favorite person, but she's an old soul and wise beyond her years. So I have tried to follow her advice.

    Anyway, Orque wanted to cuddle with me for a little while. That was strange, yet oddly comforting. Orque is about as tall as Becky's dad--6'6" or so--and maybe 400 pounds. He is also quite hairy and smells of Cheetos and stale beer. It reminded me of my Uncle Ronald.

    Anyway, while we were cuddling, Becky and Thorvald (who likes to be called "Thor") were assembling boxes of food to hand out to the needy. They got into an argument about how to divvy up the food. Becky wanted to make sure that each box contained a balanced mix of food groups, whereas Thor wanted to make sure each box contained foodstuffs with labels that were all the same color. The director of the food bank agreed with Becky, and Thor pouted through much of the rest of the morning.

    Around noon, people started to arrive to pick up their boxes. Unfortunately, Thor began flirting with some of the aid recipients. One woman in particular caught his eye. She had fluffy blonde hair, freckles, and really round, wide eyes like my arabesque little April gets when she drinks too much coffee. The woman looked a little like Becky's mom, except rather homely. She had two little twin girls with her. It went like this.

    Woman: I don't need a big box--my family is one adult and two children.
    Thor: What, are you telling me that a fox like you doesn't have a man around to protect her?
    Woman: I'm divorced.
    Thor: What?! What kind of idiot would divorce a ravishing beauty like you?
    Woman: The kind of idiot who plugs his secretary during his lunch hour and "accidentally" leaves the condom wrappers in his lunch box for me to find when I clean it out that night.
    Thor: That's terrible. If you were my woman, I'd never let you find out about my infidelities.
    Woman: That's, er, very chivalrous of you. I'm sure your wife appreciates that kind of thoughtfulness.
    Thor: Oh, I'm divorced too.
    Woman: Really?
    Thor: Yeah. Well, separated, actually. Almost divorced. My wife hasn't filed the papers yet.
    Woman: How long have you been, er, separated?
    Thor: Almost two weeks. We were separated longer than that before, when I was in jail this last time, but we got back together for awhile when I escaped. But since I got caught again, we agreed, we're incompatible.
    Woman: That's a common problem. My husband and I were incompatible. I'm an early bird, and he's a night owl.
    Thor: Yeah. See, with us, it was that I like to have sex with men, and my wife's a woman.
    Woman: I can see where that would get in the way.
    Thor: Not that I don't like to have sex with women too. I do. But it's like with Coke and Pepsi. I'm a Coke man, but the prison only has Pepsi machines, so when I'm serving time, I drink Pepsi. Know what I mean?
    Woman: Umm...sure. You know, I'm in kind of a hurry...
    Thor: You have beautiful eyes. They're very big.
    Woman: I have a thyroid condition.
    Thor: I find that very attractive in a woman. It reminds me of how men look when you sneak up behind them and surprise them in the shower at the county jail.
    Woman: That's a really nice compliment, I'm sure. I'll just take that medium-sized box, there. The one with all the blue-labeled food.
    Thor: We should go on a date sometime. I really like blonde women with freckles.
    Woman: Do you?
    Thor: Uh-huh. You look just like my ex-wife. Not as pretty, but still cute. You have a very boyish sort of charm. What's your name?
    Woman: Umm...why do you need to know?
    Thor: So I can look you up in the phonebook.
    Woman: Well, I don't really date much. I have two little girls, and I can't afford a babysitter.
    Thor: Oh, my daughter Becky is an excellent babysitter. She'll watch your girls for us. We won't be out long anyway. Just long enough to get some Tim Balls and go parking.
    Woman: Well...
    Thor: Hey, I'm a good guy. You can ask my parole officer.
    Woman: Just answer me one question.
    Thor: Okay.
    Woman: You're not a Patterson, are you?
    Thor: A whatterson?
    Woman: A Patterson. You know, that family here in Milborough.
    Thor: Oh. No, I'm not. I'm Thor. Thor is the god of thunder. That means I can rock your world. (pause) My daughter is friends with some Pattersons, but I try to discourage that as much as possible.
    Woman: And you're not a writer, are you?
    Thor: Well, I wrote my memoirs when I was in prison. Does that count?
    Woman: No, everyone does that.
    Thor: Oh, good. Then, no.
    Woman: Thank God. I'm not dating anymore Pattersons or flaky writers.
    Thor: What's your name, beautiful?
    Woman: Martha.
    Thor: Can I pick you up at seven on Friday night, Martha?
    Woman: Sure. Why not? I haven't gotten laid in three years.
    Thor: Great! We can play "The Escaped Convict and the Virgin."
    Woman: Sounds fun. We can go to this great little place I know. It's called The Fern Bar. Do you know it?
    Thor: Sure, that's where all the bullfighters hang out.
    Woman: That's the one.
    Thor: Cube.
    Woman: What?
    Thor: Cube. It's the new way to say "cool."
    Woman: Umm...okay. I'll see you on Friday night. Don't forget to bring your daughter.

    Then Martha gave Thor her address. Becky was really mad. She says she and Dunc had a date on Friday, and now that's ruined.

    Well, after that, Jean-Paul and I tried to help out with the food distribution. But Thor and Jean-Paul got into an argument about whether Jean-Paul was more of a "people person" who should work on the handout line or a "detail man" who should be organizing the warehouse. They ended up drawing up Pro and Con lists for Jean-Paul and Thor doing both jobs, and it took hours for them to finally agree that Jean-Paul should work on sorting the foods out by label color. The food bank director was very upset, seeing as she didn't want the food sorted that way, but the boys seemed very pleased with themselves. I guess they have been working on non-violent problem-solving skills at the halfway house.

    I think I would like to go see that Shakespeare play with Jeremy. It would give me an excuse not to go to the Halfway House's "Homecoming Ball" that night. Jean-Paul has invited me and doesn't want to take no for an answer.

    Sincerely yours, Gerald

     
  • At 12:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april. are we on 4 friday? my mom wunts 2 know so she can buy the tickets.

    becky. i red ur p.p.s. to april. truce iz fine 4 me. apes sez that i shud say "becky, i'm sorry i hurt yr feelingz" but the burnz on my butt r sayin’ sumthin’ else. if i waz 2 say that, i donno if u wud hear it. i sed ur hott, like a million timez, & u nevah heard that. i sed thoze 2 clubz n TO didn’t want u, not me & u didn’t hear that. i sed i wud show ur new roadie how 2 set up ur sound equipment & u didn’t hear that either.

    becky, i'm sorry i hurt yr feelingz. i nevah wanted 2 hurt u, cuz u know i rilly liked u. did u hear that this time? the burnz on my butt r sayin’ not a chance.

     
  • At 1:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    becks. roadie iz cube. i need the $$$. lemme know ur schedule 4 gigs. i can't do nething on friday cuz of the play thing w/my mom.

     
  • At 8:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Oh, man, so r d8 is off Friday, Beckers? That majorly sux 'cos I hafta go 2 TO w/ my 'rents 4 the weekend 4 a wedding on Sat. an' a cat circus on Sun.

    MayB I can get my 'rents 2 leave Fri. so I can C Mikes play 2. I wont tell my 'rents 'cos they luv Shakespeare an' mayB theyd want 2 go 2. Or mayB not.

    L8r.

     
  • At 8:42 AM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    jeremy, yeah, we r on 4 fri. just brace yrself cuz i have a feeling mike didn't understand the shakespeare stuff he had 2 modernize. mayB he'll surprise me, but i doubt it. but it will prolly b funny in that way of not really trying 2 b funny.

    yikes, i didn't know becky's dad was so anti-patterson like that. i wish ppl wd give me a chance. i have a feeling the martha woman w/the twins is mike's old hs gf martha moxley.

    b careful abt those biker guyz, ger, u don't want 1 thinking u r engaged 2 him or sumthin'.

    apes

     

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