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Monday, January 09, 2006

Dee's Story

Yesterday, Mom corralled Dee in2 the kitchen B4 she got a chance 2 do NEthing else, like I sed in my morning entry. We barely got a chance 2 talk @ all, but when we did get a sec, Dee was like, "'April', I've got sumthing 2 tell U abt, sumthing that happened recently when my parents came over 2 have a 'nice' evening with us. But I'll have 2 tell U abt it in a seriez of short e-mails. When I can 'steal' a moment 'here' & 'there'."

So NEway, I checked my e-mail this morning & found this 1 fr. Dee:
'April'!

Here is the first of the 'e-mails' I promised you.

So, we were just moments away from my parents' 'ETA', and that brother of yours had yet to emerge from the God-forsaken 'attic'. So, with 'Robin' slung over my shoulder and 'Merrie' velcroed 2 my thigh, I drudged up the stairs and said, "Michael, I've made cabbage rolls. My parents will be here any minute. I want you to spend an 'evening' with us! So then Michael looked at me and said, "I will! Just let me finish this." I've heard this song enough that I've got all the 'notes' and 'chord' changes memorized. So I said, "No. Every time you say that, you become oblivious to time. Face it. Your work is never done!" Michael then tried, "Trust me!" Ha! I said, "No!" Michael: "Give me 5 minutes!" Me: "No!" Then he tried "Give me 30 seconds!" SECONDS, April! What's he going to do in 30 seconds? So, again, "No!" Then, weird thing, as I was turning my back to go downstairs, I could have sworn I saw an actual 'thought' bubble form over his head, with the words "Give me strength!" Oh, my God, April! He thinks he's the one who needs to be given strength?

Uh-oh, I hear 'Robin' crying. More when I have another quiet moment to write!

'Dee'
Geez, Mike. And I suppose U're gonna whine 2 Mom & try making yrself sound like a big ol' victim in all this. Spend sum time w/yr fam, jerk.

Liz, did U read that stuff Howard & Becks wrote last nite, abt Candace, Rudy, & Candace's Aunt Roo? Geez, they R all so off. I had no idea. Did U?

Jeremy, I think I saw an RCMP uniform in the costume shoppe & the mall. It's worth a try.

Gah, foax, I'm so bummed that we R back in school. Gotta go, cuz I'm abt 2 get caught w/my phone. Alex is drinking a quadruple espresso on one side of me while Eva is sitting on the other telling me this blog entry looks interesting. I hope this isn't one of her bad interestings.

Apes out

28 Comments:

  • At 11:49 AM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    ok, eva, thanx 4 the explanation. btw, there's a yrbook mtg rite after school 2day. i of course hafta go str8 2 mom's st00pid store after the mtg. erg.

    apes

     
  • At 12:30 PM, Blogger Anne said…

    OMG, Marjee, Maynard's n the big house again?! This is almost as bad as the time he got caught w/2 trash bags of pot n the back seat of his car. It was that stoopid Phish music he was blasting that made the cops suspect him. NEway sis, u gotta ditch that zero & get urself a hero!

    Girls day out on Sat. was a blast. :-) I didn't think I'd dig a chick movie like "The Family Stone," but the cast was great. & I'm glad Apes & Becks liked their new Hot Topic threads. :-)

     
  • At 12:40 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    the clothes u helped us pick out were way cube, vicks! i wish we cd wear them @ school.

    apes

     
  • At 12:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It's true, Vicks. Stupid Maynard, always a new scheme. He never learns. I don't know why I always keep taking him back. He's good in bed, but it's just not worth all the other BS. I've gotta be strong, move on.

    Marjee

     
  • At 1:04 PM, Blogger Anne said…

    Totally, Marjee. Just because he's cute & good at hiking *snort* doesn't mean you're meant 2 b 2gether 4evah like me & Gordie. He got mood rings 4 me & him from the 50 cent toy machine @ the arcade yesterday & sed they were promise rings. Victoria Gisele Simone Durrocher....Mrs. Gordon Philippe Durrocher....it's like poetry. *sigh*

    Yeah, Apes, we hafta wait 4 a dress down day @ school or 4 the weekend. Not so cube, but I can wait.

    And I 4got 2 tell u, but I saw this guy's totally lame Live Journal site last nite w/the name "Writur_Mikeal." Okay, whatev. It's supposed 2 b a site where he works on novels & short stories. There was 1 story titled "My Sweet Sister's Sizzling Seckscapades," but there were too many spelling mistakes 2 make it thru a paragraph. Then there was this "play" he was working on called "King Larry," which is supposed 2 b a modernized version of "King Lear." I was getting tired tho so I skipped it & went 2 bed.

    Mayb it's ur bro's journal, I dunno. NEway, I'm sorry ur family's so whacked. & NE time Dee wants 2 join us 4 coffee, that'd b totally cube. :-)

    Vicks

     
  • At 1:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I do not know why you even want your husband to spend time with your family. I swear, if I could get my Leroy to go into an attic when my parents visited, life would be much better. In fact, if I could get Leroy to go into an attic and just stay there, life would be pretty good. My advice, “Leave him there.” You’ll be much happier.

    Loretta Lockhorn

     
  • At 1:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    Loretta is absolutely correct. My Andy and my mum fight all the time when she visits. It is all I can do to keep them apart to make peace. Of course, my mum gets the best of Andy when they fight. It’s hard for him to think clearly when he spends most of his time drinking beer and going to pubs to play snooker. Better for your husband to stay in the attic, I say. Take it from one who knows.

    Flo Capp

     
  • At 1:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I do not agree with Loretta and Flo. You have to take a firm hand, when your husband is a born loser. Your husband sounds like my loser husband Brutus, who is in constant need of guidance and correction. My mother completely agrees and often joins in with me when she visits. You should engage her help at every opportunity. Get your husband out of the attic and make sure he is aware of his every failing. That is the sure sign of a successful marriage.

    Gladys Thornapple

     
  • At 1:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    Gladys is a little harsh sometimes, but she has the right idea. A husband has to be kept on a short leash. Recently, I was able to, very subtly I might add; convince my husband Frank to allow our daughter Luann to keep a stray kitten she had adopted named Sassy in our house. Frank complained because of his cat allergies and his lungs closing up. But what is a little breathing to the happiness of our daughter?

    That working thing your husband does in the attic is completely unimportant when you contrast it with the needs of your family. Stick up for your daughter. Maybe even your son, too. Let your husband knows they need your support when your parents come over. But be nice about it.

    Nancy DeGroot

     
  • At 1:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I find the best way to get my husband Jimbo to do things is to go into a deep pit of impenetrable sulkiness. Jimbo will do anything to get me out of that deep pit, even write love notes and put them in unusual places in the house. If you are having trouble getting your husband out of the attic, I recommend doing that.

    Rose Gumbo

     
  • At 2:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I must say I completely disagree with everyone who has posted her before me. If you have managed to land a man, who is willing to marry you, despite all things that go with being a woman and your eccentricities (for me it was difficult for men to deal with my not having a nose), then you should let him do what he wants. If he wants to stay in the attic and work, then let him.

    After all, if he can tolerate living with a girl, with our shopping and disorganization and not being able to make a decision or keep on the same thought…what was I saying?

    I never have any problem with getting my husband Irving out of the attic. Of course I have so much stuff up there, there is no way he could fit anyway. Irving gets along very well with my parents, who are so happy that I finally got married, they are not going to do anything so foolish as to fight with him and mess it up. Let your husband be what he is, Deanna.

    Cathy

     
  • At 2:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow, Cathy, you do have one packed attic--not to mention various closets full of swimsuits and dresses that you've never worn. How about a trip to a Salvation Army drop box with some of those clothes next Saturday? We can then get some low-fat smoothies while Ted and Irving shop for Dockers.

    So I think I'll echo the sentiments of the other ladies here, Deanna, and tell you to be thankful Michael stays in his attic. It's better than having a wishy-washy husband I keep mistaking for my coworker Marcie.

    But you have children, I just remembered. I sometimes forget I have a daughter. I could've sworn I saw her picture on a milk carton the other day, but Ted and I just laughed it off.

    Oh well. I've got to refill my coffee mug for our next HR meeting. Be well, Deanna!

    Sally

     
  • At 2:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I say leave your husband in the attic. Something even better would be to convince him to go on a long trip pillaging villages and getting plunder. I try to have my family over for visits when my husband Hagar the Horrible is on one of his little trips. If he gets back before my family has left, it is not too bad either. If he has lots of arrows stuck into him, he is pretty humble. If he has lots of plunder, he is in a pretty good mood. In between those times though, family visits are out of the question. There is a reason his last name is Horrible.

    Helga the Horrible

     
  • At 3:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I never have a problem getting my Valiant out of the attic. It’s getting him out of those dusty old castles and sailing ships that’s a problem. Of course, when you live in the same castle with your parents, there aren’t any issues with parental visits. My suggestion is to try a little mead and roasted boar to get him out of the attic. You can always try royal decree, but it takes so much time to fill out the scroll and have it declared publicly. Mead usually works.

    Aleta, Queen of the Misty Isles

     
  • At 4:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    I know that sometimes taking care of the children can be a chore and you want your husband to come and help. Not every wife can be as lucky as I am with my Hi. He constantly helps around the house and with the kids. We would never be able to survive if he didn’t, because I don’t think my children are ever going to leave the house. After we had our youngest, Trixie, I was sure that things were going to change, but she has been in diapers for years now and shows no signs of growing.

    Deanna, you should count your blessings that your children are aging so quickly and will eventually leave. I think if I had that, I wouldn’t care if my husband stayed in the attic all the time. But I do love it that my Hi helps out. Your relationship with your husband sounds a lot more like our neighbors Thirsty and Irma Thurston. Does your husband have a drinking problem like Thirsty? If he does, you may want to let him stay in the attic, to avoid the embarrassment. Personally, I don’t know why Irma didn’t divorce Thirsty years ago, but she has old-fashioned values, I suppose, and I can’t fault her for being loyal to her man. Good luck!

    Lois Flagston

     
  • At 4:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, i went to the costume shoppe aftah skool & got the rcmp costume. i told alexandra this & she can’t w8 2c me wear it. we r gonna study 2nite (no canada teams playin’ hockey so we r prolly just gonna study) . i dunno y our english teach feelz the need 2 load up on us the 1st day back frum holiday, but she did. drivez me crayzee. neway, i am gonna put it on 4 her az a study break, n the privacy of my house where i don’t hafta worry ‘bout peeps takin’ picturez & stuff. i hope it luks ok on me.

    i shud mention that i did go by the rcmp recruitment office & asked ‘bout recruitment. get this. they told me i wuz 2 old. i got rilly depressed by that. i think wearing the costume 2nite will help cheer me up.

     
  • At 4:42 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    I have been depressed today for most of the day. I think I am still in shock about how close I came to leading Becky to her death yesterday. I have gotten a little absent-minded with the shampooing; I mean shamp-Ohing today. Marjee came over to tell me once that one of my clients’ hair was clean enough, which is a nice way of saying she was having multiples and getting a little too loud about it. The client was an 80-year-old lady, who didn’t seem to mind, but she did leave a stain and her dentures shot across the room. Fortunately they weren’t broken and the client seemed pretty happy with the way her hair looked. Sugar wasn’t as happy and she took me to the back room and told me to keep my mind on my work. I am trying to concentrate, but it is hard. Poor Becky. I am nothing but trouble for her.

    Marjee asked me out on date tonight and she made it very clear that it was an actual date. I don’t know what is going on between her and Maynard these days and I don’t want to get in the middle of a lovers’ spat. However, talking to Marjee was very therapeutic last time, so I told her I would go. I need to do something to get out of my depression and a date with Marjee might just be the ticket. I like being around her, and she is a lot of fun at work. Does that sound like I am making excuses? Well, probably.

    Everett hasn’t called me back yet and I really don’t want to go to his office and make a scene. It sounded like he was having plenty of problems with his practice, without adding me to the list. Marjee should be fun. We’ll have a nice talk between friends. Just a nice friendly date.

    Howard K.

     
  • At 4:43 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    d00d, that's harsh abt the recruiters. mayB u need 2 start carrying around a copy of yr birth cert. 4 when this comes up?

    apes

     
  • At 4:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, birth certificate. mebbe next tyme i'll try that. i used my skool id, which they told me wuz an obvious fake. it's a gud thing 4 me that alexandra seems 2 like oldah-luking guyz. i dunno wut she wud do if i started getting gray hair. i hope that duzn't happen.

     
  • At 6:34 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    u go, dee!

    oh, man, i can't believe my mom did that! only, i so can. she'd rather make me eat rotten food than spring 4 a $2 chicken wrap @ school. & then she drops all this $ so mike can have a fancy-schmancy writing space. geez-o.

    apes

     
  • At 7:13 PM, Blogger howard said…

    Marjee,

    I had a nice visit with Becky after work and I am writing this from her place. I am heading over to pick you up now for our “date.”

    The layout here is so nice, I can scarcely believe it. Everything in the house is wired up, and the guest house where Becky stays is pretty autonomous from the rest of the main house, which means that Becky can exist on her own here without ever having to go to the main house for anything. I guess Dr. McCauley intended it that way.

    Becky told me to bring a couple of pounds of sirloin to deal with the German shepherd guard dogs that are there. Honestly, I think Becky has forgotten I spent several weeks as a dog myself, so if there is one type of creature I do not have problems with, it’s dogs. Cats, however, are a different matter. Fortunately there are no cats there. You don’t have cats, do you Marjee?

    The dogs at Becky’s new house are called Apollo and Zeus, which is, by the way, not the names that they call themselves. It is actually better not to call them Apollo and Zeus, if you ever go over to Becky’s house. Those names just irritate them. We got on very well and they were kind enough to lead me to the guest house where Becky lives now.

    Becky told me to stop beating myself up over last night. But when I saw her new place, it just made it worse. It is so classy; it really brought home the differences between Becky and me. I can’t believe I would have been any kind of parent to Becky, when Dr. McCauley was able to provide all of this, so effortlessly. It makes my little desk purchase for Becky seem so paltry.

    Oh, well. I am going on, and if I don’t stop, I will be late to pick you up. See you in a few minutes.

    Howard K.

     
  • At 7:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Deanna,

    AACK! I was just trying to give you some sisterly advice and you called me fat. I have to go shopping now, and you’re not invited to go with me. I think I will go with Sally Forth. She has a very pretty smile and knows how to treat a husband, unlike some collagen-injected-lipped meanie, I shall not mention.

    Cathy

     
  • At 7:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    No cats, Howard. Oh, I hear the doorbell. Probably you!

    Marjee

     
  • At 7:32 PM, Blogger howard said…

    Becky,

    Just jotting you a note here before Marjee and I head out for our "date." Thanks for talking to me this afternoon. I really appreciate my bud for being so forgiving of me, even though I do not deserve it.

    I am little worried about my date with Marjee now. She is dressed "sexy." Is this how she normally dresses on "friendly" dates, do you know? I will try not to worry about it. Marjee is a hair stylist after all, so she probably dresses up whenever she goes out, just in case she happens to run into one of her regular customers and needs to make a good impression. That's probably it. I will post to you later.

    Howard K.

     
  • At 9:42 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    sorry it took so long for me to post. mom kept the store open late 2day, & then i still had hwork 2 do. like jeremy sed, we have loads of hwork already. blecch.

    alex is bummed abt me keeping hockey. that was the deal my mom made w/mr. hi perspastick cuz it's a predictable 2x/wk. but, alex, i think u 4got 1 little deet. u can go 2 all those partiez where jeremy is working sound 4 becks! more jeremy time, @ v. cube partiez!

    so. like, the mtg. mr. hi perspastick was really, well, hyper-spastic abt deciding which photogs 2 assign 2 which jobs. glen moby's gonna cover hockey w/me, bobby sparkindale's gonna document the becky gigs w/alex, &, like alex sed, it's gonna b shannon & eva 4 basketball.

    eva kept trying 2 tell mr. perspastick that she really didn't wanna join, that she was just there 4 moral support 4 alex. but he totally wore her down, & by the time he was done w/his spiel about the basketball team, eva was all, "basketball is v. interesting this yr."

    mr. persp. had a big argument w/bobby abt digital cams vs. film. mr. persp. was all, "bobby, this is a state-of-the-art operation, & we are going 100% digital." bobby brot out the whole "artiste" thing, but hyperspastic will wear ne1 down, i'm telling u.

    tom baddum is in grade 12, & he's like the bigshot photog. he gets 2 do the major "candid" photos &, like, it's totally gonna b all his pals who r mostly featured in the candid shots.

    lorraine shoobie is in charge of layout. she's also grade 12. she's alwayz, like, totally flirting w/tom, but he's all in2 cindilu sera tonin. cindilu's the editor-in-chief. also grade 12.

    she's got 2 co-editors. paul frontenac, who's in grade 11, and betty narnia, grade 10. then, me, alex & eva.

    hi was pointing out all these detailz fr. past yrbooks, like, telling us "this is exemplary, this is the kind of thing i want 2 c" & "don't do this! this is godawful! never again!"

    nehoodles, there's hockey 2morrow. glen & i r covering, of course. but that doesn't mean u can't come along, alex. & jeremy? & eva?

    well, better go. i've gotta recheck my math hwork.

    apes

     
  • At 9:48 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    woo, a flurry of comments got in while i was writing that last 1. i m on my way over 2 becks's place. math can w8! i wanna jam!

    dee, did u teach that class? it seemz like mayB sumthing u'd teach.

    apes

     
  • At 1:20 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, alexandra likes it wen i say this to her:

    The Mountie

    Handsome, tall, and proud he stood
    A hero of the Northern Wood
    He vowed to uphold the law, to maintain the right
    A vow he keeps both day and night
    A scarlet coat and a hat of tan
    The Mountie always gets his man

    then i march 'round a little n my mountie outfit & call her "polly." she rilly seems 2 like that.

     
  • At 2:09 AM, Blogger howard said…

    Becky,

    I just finished with my date with Marjee and I thought I would let you know how it went. You were right about Marjee wanting hot gay man sex. That was exactly the direction she was headed until I asked her what was going on with her and Maynard. Well, then the waterworks started flowing and I heard all about Maynard being back in prison for "remarketing" stolen stereo equipment.

    Plus she also told me the other reason for them fighting before New Years Eve—apparently she caught Maynard with another girl in their bedroom, when she came back from work one day. They had an open relationship, but there were some rules about being discrete about the openness, i.e. our bed is sacred—kind of stuff. Whenever she or Maynard did it with other people (which as it turned out with Marjee had not been for a long, long time), it was supposed to be in other places.

    Anyway, Marjee recounted to me other schemes in which Maynard has been involved. He got caught with pot in his car, when he was playing Phish music loud enough to attract the police.

    Then there was the time he attempted to siphon gasoline from motor homes in a motor home park and plugged his hose into the motor home's sewage tank by mistake. He was caught when he collapsed from drinking too much sewage.

    Then there was the time he stole a car from a woman who left her car phone in the car. The policeman taking the report from the woman called the phone and told Maynard he had read an ad in the newspaper about the car and wanted to buy it. When Maynard showed up to make the exchange, he was arrested.

    Marjee saw me trying not to laugh as she told me these stories and then she started laughing herself. I think it made her feel better to talk about these things. It got late, and we had to get up for work, so I gave Marjee a good massage and left her sleeping. She looked very relaxed.

    That was pretty much the evening. Oh, thank you for saying the nice things about choosing me over the new house. I will see what I can do to help keep you from being too lonely.

    Howard K.

     

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