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Friday, January 19, 2007

Gary's Goodbye

Liz wrote sum more stuff last nite:
April,

Well I am pretty sure you are lying about that whole Mom disagreeing about me giving away the harmonica thing, but it doesn't matter anyway, Mtigwaki is a part of my past now, I'm not going to be thinking about it anymore.

Anyway, Gary took me to where Warren's helicopter was going to land and he said, "I must say, girl--you do travel in style!" and I said, "I know! Flying with Warren sure beats the bus!", I liked that he said this, first he was using the proper native form of address for me ("girl") and also it is proper for lowly people like natives to express jealousness and amazemetude over how a Patterson does things, then Gary thanked me for stuff, like smiles and Christmas gifts, and made me promise to keep in touch, and I did, but of course we both knew I was lying, because everyone knows a Patterson has better things to do than to keep in touch with a bunch of people who are not going to ever give you anything like a husband or prime rib dinners, like Mom always says, if you aren't in a position to give something to a Patterson, you don't deserve our friendship.

Anyway, then Gary told me not to be sad for too long because my heart would mend and love would come again, and then Gary hugged me close, and when I thought we had hugged for kind of a long time I looked up and I was going to say, "Hey, are we done hugging yet?" but then Gary kissed me on the mouth, and I was surprised, and he said, "Girl, that's just how a native says goodbye," and I said, "Oh, I thought we were talking about love," and Gary said, "Well girl, I'll talk to you all day about it if you want," and I said, "About what?" and Gary said, "Love, girl!" and I said, "Oh," and Gary said, "Sometimes it's closer than you think," and then Gary winked at me as Warren walked up.

I think Gary was trying to tell me something, I wish I knew what it was, natives are so wise.

Liz
Liz, how dare U say I lied by saying Mom was angry @ U abt the harmonica! Mom was all, "That harmonica was SACRED because my dad had it in the WAR! Not just any war, but the one U can just call "the WAR" and ppl will know U mean World War 2! And that's where he met Marian Barclay, soon to be Richards! And that harmonica helped keep him sane! It was supposed to stay in the Richards-Patterson clan! And her nose got all swollen and red, so U know she really was pissed.

Liz, wow, first U had Jesse trying 2 do U in his bedroom, then U had Gary trying 2 do U out in the open, outside. I guess it's a good thing U got outta Mtig. It sounds like most of the men and boys there can't control themselves around yr Patterson allure.

So, U think of First Nations ppl as being "lowly," eh? That sounds pretty racist for a girl who's all "I don't know Y ppl talk abt being diff races when we're all running 2 the same place" or whatevs it is when U try 2 pretend U don't know abt that particular meaning of the word "race."

NEhoodles, I know yr story gets more interesting 2morrow. Can hardly w8 2 find out what U R gonna say abt it. BTW, Warren took me, Marjee, and Howard up in the heli once 2 go shopping in TO. It was OK, but it wasn't that cool.

Apes

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16 Comments:

  • At 9:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Boozhoo (Hello).

    I read your writings quoting your sister talking to Gary Crane as she was about to leave Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) with her ex-boyfriend helicopter pilot, Warren Blackwood. Your sister’s story matches the one Vivian Crane told my girlfriend Susan Dokis (whom I call Chipper) and me, when she was watching Gary through her binoculars. Vivian was pretty upset, because she knows that a big hug is the most affection your sister gives anyone and it is usually the sign she likes someone, like they were her boyfriend. Vivian was pretty happy to see your sister leave.

    She told Chipper and me, “Gary took her to the community center, the band hall, the nursing station, the coffee shop and the school to see the people there.” Chipper said, “It was very zanagiziwin (awkward) in the school. The children greeted her in Ojibway, they said, ‘Giinan gwiinawenim Moozhikwe Patterson (We miss Miss Patterson who is away)’, and Elizabeth pointed at me and yelled at them, ‘You all knew I was coming here. You all knew about Paul’s transfer. Everyone in this classroom knew my boyfriend was dating your whore slut teacher.---Why didn’t any of you tell ME?!!’ Then she went from child to child grabbing them inappropriately by their shoulders and shaking and spinning them. Alice got really upset and kept crying, ‘I’m not Ellen. Ellen’s over there.’ I went to Gary and said, ‘What are you doing, bringing this crazy woman here?’ But Gary just said, ‘The kids will teach her everything she needs to know’. It’s a good thing Jesse Mukwa took her outside and told her, ‘Miss Patterson. The kids were just saying in Ojibway, ‘You taught us a lot and we wish you hadn’t left and they missed you.’ Then Elizabeth closed her eyes and her lips got big, and she mumbled something about getting a gift a lot better than the slut whore would ever get. Gary said to me, ‘I told you so.’ as he took her away. The children were very upset after that. It took a long time to calm them down. I thanked Jesse for helping out. I said, ‘What did Elizabeth Patterson teach you?’ Jesse said, ‘It’s alright to take things from people, as long as you give some of them back.’”

    Vivian said, “It was the same way at the nursing station, where I work. Laurie McLeod-Shabogesic was there and after Elizabeth yelled at everyone for not telling her about you and Susan; Laurie yelled back at her, ‘Why didn’t you tell Constable Wright the real reason why you decided to leave Mtigwaki (Land of Trees), that you wanted to chase after your ex-boyfriend who got divorced, and you only wanted him to move to Toronto so you could keep him as a backup, just in case your ex-boyfriend didn’t come through; or how you like to string along ex-boyfriends, like the helicopter pilot who flew you here.’ Then Elizabeth said, ‘I thought you were my friend.’ And Laurie McLeod-Shabogesic said, ‘My husband and I thought you loved the Ojibway, our traditions and our way of life. But you act like we are your personal servants to do whatever you want us to, whenever you want. After this visit, whatever good will you had with Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) and the Ojibway people is damaged.” Chipper said, “What did she say then?” Vivian said, “Something about how Paul’s friends in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) all stick together and they act like they are such a great people, when they’re not.”

    Chipper said, “How was she at the community center, the band hall, and the coffee shop?” Vivian said, “She was the same, but it didn’t make any difference there.” Chipper said, “Why?” Vivian said, “Because the 2 years she was living here, Elizabeth never went to the community center, the band hall, or the coffee shop. She hardly knew anyone here. Most of the people who went to her prune social came for the food.”

    I felt bad for your sister. This was not what I planned. I planned to pick her up in Spruce Narrows and explain everything to her, while we picked up all the things people asked her to bring to them from Spruce Narrows. That way she wouldn’t say these things to the people in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees). She could be mad at just me, since it was my fault and not the fault of anyone else. That helicopter ride, coming in one day early and Elizabeth walking off as soon as she saw me together with Chipper; messed the whole thing up. I said, “The thing I regret is I didn’t have a chance to talk to Elizabeth and explain how it happened.” Vivian said, “I’ll tell Gary to tell Elizabeth to come see you.” I was over at Chipper’s apartment when she came by. Chipper answered the door and said to me, "Look out! Frying pan!" because she saw Elizabeth was concealing one and she knew your sister doesn’t cook. Chipper was very nervous, and she clutched on my arm, afraid Elizabeth was going to try to hurt me. I am a trained constable in the Ontario Provincial Police, so I didn’t know why Chipper was so nervous. Chipper explained to me later that Elizabeth was well-known for her temper, and her very physical discipline of the children in the Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) school and she found a few holes in the teacherage walls, which looked like they had been kicked in there. I told Elizabeth we didn't want to fight. I was about to say we wanted to talk, but your sister turned away and started talking to herself. I was glad to read what she wrote to you yesterday, or I would never have known what she was saying.

    I will probably write a little more tomorrow, but first I have a problem with some injuries I got from a gaazhoo (cat) yesterday. It came out of nowhere and attacked me, kind of like your sister’s gaazhoo (cat), Shiimsa used to do. Chipper said she contacted the gaazhoo (cat’s) owner to come pick it up. She said the owner lives all the way in Milborough, where you live.

    Gi'-ga-wa-ba-min' na-gutch! (See you later!)
    Constable Paul Wright

     
  • At 11:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Cheeze I never knew it was possible for a Patterson to be so stupid as you are, Natives are lowly not because of their race, but because they are not Pattersons or Richardses and do not live in Milborough, same as everyone else, it's not because of their "race," except the part where their race stops them from running toward Milborough like smart people do, but they aren't the only ones, there are all kinds of people in Canada who are that stupid, so don't feel bad, you aren't like special needs or anything, compared to most people.

    I talked to Mom about the harmonica and I pointed out that I gave it to a Noble Native to help him worship Pattersons properly and Mom decided it wasn't so bad, since I was helping people up North learn to properly understand the worth of Pattersons, and that maybe some people up north would start to understand how great we are, Mom says that up north the only people who feel that way on a regular basis are people in this town called Corbeil.

    Liz

     
  • At 12:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Elizabeth,

    Slightly older little sis. You need to stop worrying about race, and natives and harmonicas and start worrying about not getting any more new boyfriends, particularly married ones. I asked April about this Gary guy calling you “girl” and giving you long hugs, and she said Gary was married. Unless Gary is a childhood sweetheart, which I seriously doubt, because mom has showed me your list of acceptable childhood sweethearts and there not anyone on the list named Gary, and mom is not likely to have any mistakes on that list, you need to stay away from married men. The only reason it was acceptable to flirt with Anthony Caine when he was married, was because he is your childhood sweetheart and so everyone knew his marriage was doomed from the start, and he never should have gotten married anyway. He should have waited until you were out of university and proposed to you then. That’s the way it was supposed to happen.

    Mom and I and occasionally dad, are afraid that Anthony will hear about this Gary calling you “girl” and giving you hugs, and he will lose all faith in you, like he did when you moved in with your university boyfriend Eric Chamberlain, and he will start proposing to random women. No one wants to go through round of Anthony marrying the wrong woman. Anthony has proved to everyone, including you, that he is the kind of man who is not afraid of marriage and commitment, unlike your other boyfriends you have had over the years. Unfortunately, he has also proved he has no taste in choosing a wife, so you need to stop spending time in that place in the Northwest where you used to work, hugging the "girl"-calling, married man, Gary; and spend time with Anthony Caine, so when he does get in the mood to propose to someone, you’re the one to whom he proposes.

    I know men are drawn to you like flies to an unwashed Ned Tanner doll which sat in a toilet pipe for 2 years, but you need to focus on what is truly important.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     
  • At 12:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April and Mike,

    I don't know why everybody acts like how Gary acts with me is not normal or pure, it's not a romanceic thing, those are Native customs for how a principal acts with a former teacher, you need to stop being so whitey-centric and learn to accept that some other cultures do stuff different, but don't worry about it, now that Paul isn't my current love anymore I won't be having anything to do with natives again, it's time for me to focus on my down-southey life, I have been listening to the advice I was given by Mary Worth and I am listening to my dreams, and my dreams tell me I will find my husband in Milborough, either he is here already or he will come to me, so there is no need for me to ever leave Milborough ever again or talk about people who are not here or from here or somehow connected to here, in other words, I don't need to talk about natives any more except if I want to make a point about the wisdom I learned from them, which is vast.

    I miss how your blog comments used to pop open in a little window thingy, it made it easier for me to write posts and pretend to be doing grading at the same time.

    Liz

     
  • At 12:40 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    Your description of our trip with Warren Blackwood along with Marjee Mahaha to go shopping in Toronto, certainly brings back happy memories. Marjee and Warren are definitely not getting along after this trip where he took your sister to Mtigwaki. I don’t know what happened on the trip back, but I don’t think it was good. Marjee won’t tell, so I am anxious to hear the next part of your story.

    I was happy to hear that your sister managed to leave that hellhole Mtigwaki, without the constable running after her begging her to stay, and how he had made a mistake with Susan Dokis, and thanks to his transfer he had no home. Everything about him and your sister sounds like a clear, case of a man finally breaking free of your sister’s allure, thanks to the love of a good woman. It reminded me a lot of my relationship with your sister, and how much good it has done to have Becky as my fiancée, willing to take a frying pan to my head, when your sister starts to seem attractive to me. I can tell Becky and I are going to have a good working, long-term partnership. Of course, the big difference between the constable and me, is your sister has not pressed charges against him and is actively trying to put him in prison.

    As for my trial, my lawyer, Mr. Benis, called me up and said the trial was on again, thanks to your sister finally resolving her relationship with Constable Paul Wright. The court is waiting for your sister to announce when she is available to attend the final session and sentencing with Anthony Caine. I have been dreading this moment, but at least it will be over soon.

    Howard Bunt

     
  • At 12:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April Dear,

    I just got off the phone with your mother and saw your sister had posted something about Elly being a bit more understanding about Elizabeth’s thoughtless actions in giving away Jim’s prized heirloom War harmonica. Here is the conversation as transcribed from my new “Spy 2000” phone-conversation recording device given to me for Christmas:

    Iris: Richards residence, this is Iris speaking.
    Elly: Hello Iris, this is your daughter-in-law Elly!
    Iris: Hello, Elly dear! How are you today?
    Elly: (sighs heavily) Not good, Iris, not good.
    Iris: That’s too bad, dear. Would you like to talk about it?
    Elly: Oh no, Iris, I couldn’t possibly impose. No, couldn’t possibly. Normally, I like to talk to my friends Connie or Ann about the deep challenges I face in my life, such as vacuuming the entire house, cooking for a large family, dealing with John’s train obsession, my busy life as a retired person, the volunteer work that keeps me running, my weight problem, my wrinkles, no-good thieves such as Kortney Krelbutz and how I just gave her so much support and she threw it back in my face like a…well, Connie isn’t home and Ann still works, so I suppose a little conversation….but first, I have to know I can trust you, Iris.
    Iris: Of course you can trust me, Elly.
    Elly: Do you promise not to say anything to dad?
    Iris: Certainly, dear. I don’t want to worry him; he’s still recovering from his stroke.
    Elly: Yes, Dad’s new lifestyle is certainly different than his old one!
    Iris: Yes, about that – I’ve been meaning to speak to you about…
    Elly: Well, Iris, you ARE taking excellent care of Dad, so of course you are trustworthy. You are an honorary Richards and therefore an honorary Patterson, so I can certainly talk to you about things that are important to me.
    Iris: Of course you can, Elly dear! But if we could have a quick aside, I’d like to discuss Jim’s last doctor’s appointment…
    Elly: Of course, Iris, of course. So, Elizabeth came to me today and said….are you ready for this?
    Iris: Ready for what?
    Elly: April had told Elizabeth that I had told April that I was very angry and disappointed that Elizabeth had given Jim’s prized heirloom War harmonica to that Native student of hers.
    Iris: Yes, April told me about that.
    Elly: (Gasps) You didn’t tell Dad, did you?
    Iris: Of course not, I didn’t want to upset him!
    Elly: I knew I could trust you, Iris.
    Iris: Of course!
    Elly: Well, today Elizabeth came to me and sat down at the table with cups of coffee for both of us and announced we needed to have a mother/daughter meeting. The coffee smelled very good, so I sat down with her. She explained that the Natives are noble and that Jesse was, and I quote, “The most noblest of Natives”…
    Iris: Oh dear…
    Elly: I know. She really needs to get back to teaching soon. Her grammar is atrocious. So, after that “most noblest” remark she went on about how she wanted the Native boy to remember the Pattersons and how noble we are, and how accepting even when we get cheated on by no-good half Natives, and that she was the best teacher he had ever had and that now he would always remember her, and that she also taught him a valuable lesson to ask for things instead of stealing them, and that now he would not be a thieving alcoholic Native but a good noble one who does good things for his People.
    Iris: …oh my!
    Elly: Yes. And while I understand her point and I am certainly proud of her, I can’t help feeling very sad that a genuine Richards antique that will be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars someday is in the hands of someone who may not appreciate it. Imagine, that harmonica may have been included in a museum! It has real Canadian cultural significance!
    Iris: …oh my!
    Elly: I just don’t know.
    Iris: Well, Elly, perhaps you should look at it this way: If Elizabeth is correct in predicting this boy will go on to do very good things for his People, then perhaps the cultural significance of the harmonica will, in fact, be even greater.
    Elly: My goodness, Iris! I didn’t even think of that! Why, if this boy becomes a famous Native man who does very good things for his People, the harmonica may become a symbol to him of the goodness and acceptance of all Pattersons who helped him become a noble Native man!
    Iris: Exactly, dear.
    Elly: That would mean that my Elizabeth White Goose Patterson would become a part of history as the Patterson who saved the entire race of Natives!
    Iris: It’s possible, dear.
    Elly: My goodness! My own Elizabeth, the most famous of all Pattersons – and for such a wonderful cause! The uplifting of all Native Canadian Peoples!
    Iris: She’s a good daughter, dear.
    Elly: Well, I have to say that is MUCH more significant than writing a novel.
    Iris: It definitely is, dear.
    Elly: Iris, you’re a peach! A gem! A true Richards in every possible way. Thank you so much!
    Iris: You’re welcome, dear. Now, about Jim’s doctor’s appointment…
    Elly: I’ll have to call you back later, Iris. I need to run over to the store and tell Moira about this! Thanks again! Bye!

    You mother has yet to call me back. I can understand her excitement, but I really need to discuss Jim’s doctor’s appointment with her. Could you have her call me as soon as she returns, dear?

    Love,
    Iris Richards

     
  • At 12:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Elizabeth,

    Slightly older little sis. It does not matter if it is a Native custom for a principal to act a certain way with a former teacher, the important thing is that Anthony Caine does not get the wrong impression, if he hears about the Native custom. Everyone knows you will find your husband in Milborough, but you have to make sure that husband doesn’t go through a second marriage, and possibly another half-Quebecoise child, before he finally ends up married to you. If you are going to make a point about wisdom from that married, native, “girl”- calling principal, it should be that he is married like you’re supposed to be. If I were you, I would go get the oil changed on my car at Mayes Midtown Motors and stop in the Kountry Kitchen for a cinnamon bun, and casually hint about that you broke up with your boyfriend and you would be free and available for a date, or a marriage proposal.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     
  • At 1:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Mike,

    It is funny that you should mention taking my car to Mayes Midtown Motors, this morning when I went out to my car to go to work, Mom had the hood up and was fooling around under there, and I said, "Hey Mom, what are you doing?" and Mom said, "Oh Liz, it's terrible, your car is not working, we are going to have to have it towed to Mayes Midtown Motors right away so that they can work on it, I hope the repair isn't too expensive, but just in case it might be, you should go to Anthony's office right away and discuss a payment plan with him," and I said, "Oh, are you sure it's really broken?" and Mom said, "Of course I'm sure!" and just then Dad came outside to get in his car to go to work and he said, "What are you ladies doing?" and I said, "Daddy, my car is broke! Can you fix it?" and he said, "Well, I'll look," and he said, "Excuse me Elly," but Mom said, "Oh no John, you might make it worse, we should just call the tow truck to have it taken to MAYES MIDTOWN MOTORS right away so ANTHONY AND ELIZABETH CAN GET TOGETHER and talk about how much the repairs will cost," and Dad said, "I don't know why she would do that when it's just that the battery is disconnected!" and he hooked the battery back up and I said, "Thanks Daddy!" and before he could say anything, Mom suddenly elbowed him really hard and said, "It's too bad you knew how to fix the problem, she could have been forced to take the car to MAYES MIDTOWN MOTORS for repairs, where she could VISIT WITH ANTHONY while the car was repaired," and Dad suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "You're right! Don't worry, I'm sure there's something else wrong with the car. Let me go get my hammer," but by then I had started the car up and it was obviously fine so I drove to school.

    Isn't it nice of Mom to try to start my car up early for me so it will be toasty warm when I get in it in the morning? I wonder how that car battery came unhooked?

    Liz

     
  • At 2:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, thursday wuz a weird day. i went 2 do my tutorin’ w/zenobia barnaby 2 help me prepare 4 the xxamsz. zenobia wuz in a strange mood. she sed, “zeremy. thanx 4 the smiles & the xmas gifts u gave me.” u may remembah i gave zenobia and zandra larson, my tutors xmas gifts. i sed 2 zenobia, “ur welcome.” then zenobia sed, “don’t b sad 4 2 long, zeremy. hearts mend, & love comes again. then she stared ovah @zandra who wuz tutorin’ sum1 else & she sed, “& sumtymez…it’s closer than u think.” i sed, “iz that frum henry james?” zenobia sed, “no. &sumtymez, boyz r 2 clueless 2 recognize luv.”

    aftah tutorin’ wuz ovah, zandra sed 2 me, “zeremy. if u were @university, wud u wanna have a gf who wuz still in high skool, or wud u wanna try 2 d8 sum girlz in university?” i sed, “wen u look like ur 40 yrs old, like i do, ne girls u wanna d8 4 gonna look youngah & peeps will stare @u no matter if they r in university or high school.” zandra sed, “i don’t mean cuz of their age. i mean cuz sum1 in university is gonna care more ‘bout their grades & where they r goin’ in life. ur not gonna hear ‘bout sum1 in university who wants 2b a squeegee-kid.” i sed, “i know wut ur talkin’ ‘bout now. if i like married a girl in mboro, all she wud wanna do is get married & have kids & have sum1 take care of her all her life. a university girl wud prolly b better than that, az long az she duzn’t wanna move 2 mboro.” zandra sed, “so u wud wanna d8 a university girl?” i sed, “prolly. duz this have nething 2 do w/wut zenobia told me?” then i told zandra wut zenobia sed. zandra sed, “i think zenobia’s gettin’ herself emotionally prepared 4 when she gets her uni acceptance, & her bf duzn’t get 1 for the same uni. lots of peeps break up cuz frum uni acceptance & zenobia duz a lot bettah if she emotionally prepares herself 4 disaster evn if there izn’t a disaster, she still gets 2 enjoy b-ing depressed ‘bout it.” i have so much 2 learn ‘bout b-ing goth.

    then i ran n2 anne nichols’ niece, karen in the hall. i sed 2 her, “have u evah heard the phrase, ‘hearts mend, & love comes again’?” karen sed, “there’s the song how can you mend a broken heart by michael buble.” then vicki simone heard us & sed, “i thot that song wuz by the bee gees.” then gordie duroccher, who wuz w/vicki sed, “no. thoze lyrics r frum down on love by foreigner.” eva abuya wandered up & sed, “it’s frum some broken hearts never mend by don williams.” then sum1 else i didn’t know came up & sed, “no. no. no. every1 knows it’s frum your own heart you must mend by lou millet.” then more peeps started gatherin’ & suggestin’ song titles like gone again by the indigo girls or beautiful dawn by the wailin’ jennys. it kinda got away frum me, so i left. then @the end of skool 2day u came up 2 me & sed, “don’t b sad 4 2 long, zeremy. hearts mend, & love comes again. “& sumtymez…it’s closer than u think.” i thot u were quotin’ zenobia, so i didn’t know u were tellin’ me sum story ‘bout ur sister. so, sorry if i didn’t react the way u were xxpectin’.

     
  • At 2:48 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Elizabeth,

    Slightly older little sis. If your car battery is coming unhooked accidentally, then that is just one more reason to get your car serviced at Mayes Midtown Motors. While they are changing the oil on your car, which is something which should be done as a part of standard maintenance on your vehicle so it will operate properly, they could check to see if there is anything else which needs to be repaired, like rebuilding the engine or replacing the transmission, where you might have to go into Mayes Midtown Motors for several days in a row while they are repairing your car. I am sure if Gordon Mayes knows it is you getting your car repaired, he will do the whole thing for free.

    You may have the idea that since you live in Milborough and mom is retired and dad drives Deanna to work in at the Spigott Building every day, you could just drop your car at Mayes Midtown Motors and leave and mom or dad could drive you to your work. Let me assure you that in order for your car to get the best attention possible by Anthony Caine’s crew of crack mechanics, you need to stay there with the car all day every day. Don’t worry about being bored. I am sure Anthony can find some way to keep you entertained. Maybe he could take his child out of daycare and let you take of her for the day. Just a few suggestions from your big brother.

    Love,
    Michael Patterson

     
  • At 3:17 PM, Blogger Anne said…

    Oh man Gordie, is that why u want the DJ to play that song @ Valentine's Dance next month? Slow-dancing isn't my thing--it was sooo much more romantic when we got n the mosh pit @ the Kataklysm show--but given yr sk8tboarding wrecks it's probably a safer bet.

    Vicks

     
  • At 8:17 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    zeremy, yeah, i wasn't xxpecting u 2 go "aaaahhhhhhhh!" an' clap yr hands over yr ears, and then run away, when i quoted that stuff that gary told liz abt luv being closer than she thot an' all that.

    paul, all that soundz v. bizarre. i have a v. strange sister.

    liz, i guess u make yrself feel better by pretending u r smart an' i'm stupid, so whatevs. @ least my grammar doesn't embarrass mom.

    oh, and i'd tell u not 2 listen 2 mike, that even if u did have a real reason 2 have yr car serviced (and not mom disconnected yr battery), u wd not hafta stay @ the garage. u cd just drop off yr car and then pick it up when it's done. but since i'm mad @ u, u mite as well waste yr time, so whatevs.

    howard, yeah, the toronto shopping trip. good times.

    apes

     
  • At 8:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Yeah, Vicki. That's why.

    Gordie

     
  • At 8:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April, your sister did a gud thing. Cuz I had that harmonica, I cud trayde it wit Ellen fore a chocolate bar and six graham crackers!

    Jesse

     
  • At 8:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Howard, I'm not ready to talk about it yet. I'm too upset still.

    Marjee

     
  • At 11:21 PM, Blogger duncan anderson said…

    Jesse d00d,

    WTF r u doing on ARB? U r thro, & u will no what I mean when I c u @ 4:35 Sun am when my bus gets there.

    Im leaving 2morrow @ 5:05 am. Zed is rilly pissed @ me but she doesnt understand how much a harmonica means.

    L8r.

    MCDunC

    p.s. Apes, if ne1 asks, & I dont think they will, Im staying w/ u this weekend. I told my 'rents that u r helping me study 4 the math & science exams, & thats cube w/ them cos u r the 2nd best in Mboro in math & science after Charles Wallace. I told them that yr moms been practising her Bajan recipes & wants 2 try them out on me. My 'rents think its better me than them.

     

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