A little "extra" weekend reading, while I'm out in the sun!
Email Volley
Every day I am part of the back and forth volley of emails between myself and the boys, planning the next day's frightful activities and secret jokes.
Last weekend during our Letchworth kayak/Cabin/Bonfire rendezvous, we met up with one of Joey Ryan's new friends, Katrina, from Bay Creek.
Katrina is a phenomenal kayaker and positively filled with good times, so, of course, the boys are somewhat "smitten".
(I love it when my boys are "smitten") ;-)
However, Joey Ryan is fiercely protective of any ladies he introduces to the group and there's kind of a running joke about what turf is his, and what turf belongs to the rest of the boys. It's all very testosterone-motivated, and from a female perspective, positively hysterical.
Anyway, the resulting emails following the weekend's activities were rather comical, and I'd love to share them with you all. Enjoy!
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To:
The Boys and Heather
From: Tim
Subject: Kayaking Chick
Our kayaking friend from the Saturday night bonfire is in the latest BayCreek Paddling Center flier. I think it's her balancing on the edge of a canoe showing off her "Solo Freestyle Canoeing skills"! (Although the text under the photo mentions someone named "Becky" so maybe I'm just confused.)
Tim
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To:
The Boys and Heather
From: Joe
Subject: Kayaking Chick
Yo, buddy don't be trying to see my paddling pal in photos what ain't even her. Remember the west side east side chick deal we got goin on. Don't be snooping my chicks, dude.
signed,
chick keeper
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To:
The Boys
From: Heather
Subject: Kayaking Chick
It's kinda hard for anyone to lay claim on a chick, Joe, when you keep falling for ALL OF THEM! Share the wealth, dude! You're hogging all the good ones! ;-)
Heather
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To:
The Boys and Heather
From: Joe
Subject: Friday
or
sat AM i go to the salmon river i swim i paddle
you want go with me ? i like
you call we go...
have
fun all
pl joe
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To:
The Boys and Heather
From: Tim
Subject: Friday
River
deep paddle strong
Swim says I not for long
T Rescue Joe? sure why not
just give up the girl or glub glub glub
(it
doesn't have to make sense...)
Tim.
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Peace, till next.
07-07-03 - Monday
I'm going to assume that you all had a FABULOUS weekend! I spent the entire time outside in the sun, enjoying our all-too-brief New York summer!
On Thursday, Brian was released from work early and walked in at 2 pm, scaring the beguggers out of me. We changed into bathing suits and drove over to Conesus Lake for the "Ring of Fire," which was pretty impressive! We spent a bit of time riding around the lake on a jet ski, and decided that we might enjoy owning one someday, if Brian can keep his trigger finger from pressing the "go" button so hard.
We drove home a little early to avoid the traffic and went to bed early with great plans to sleep in late.
The next morning I awoke to the cat licking my toes, Brian kissing my forehead, and a giant plate of freshly-made French toast, smothered in home made strawberry jam and a fresh brewed cup of coffee. Mmmm. Yes, you don't have to tell me, I know I am spoiled. :-)
We packed up some Red Bull and hitched up the kayaks for a full day of paddling on Lake Ontario out by the Chimney Bluffs in Sodus.
VERY impressive - I had never seen them before! They look like a landscape from Mars!
We drove back home for dinner and ate at The Brewery (Fabulous Fish Fry Dinner) and a great view of Honeoye Falls! (it's pronounced "Honey-oy") And they make GREAT beer (so Brian tells me) ;-)
On Saturday we got up bright and early to head out to Liverpool for my cousin Mandy's bridal shower. It was held at my mom's, and we all spent the day in the pool making our skin all pink and crispy.
Brian dropped me off, while he and Joe drove a bit further north to paddle their favorite river, the Salmon, in Pulaski. For those who don't know, Pulaski is where I grew up, worked as the editor for the Salmon River News, (although you wouldn't know it from all the TYPOS I make!) and the river boasts some serious world class fishing. It's a quaint little town - and positively beautiful during autumn.
On Sunday we headed over to Brian's dad's and step mom's for dinner and birthday cake for me, nephew Nathan and Brian's brother Brett. It was a wonderfully relaxing time. We rented Gangs of New York on the way home, and cozied up for the night watching it. This was our third attempt at watching the movie - we fell asleep during two previous viewings.
And don't forget! Wednesday is OPENING DAY for Pirates of the Caribbean!
And since I took the weekend off, I have a TON of work to catch up on! I'll write more as soon as I'm all caught up. :-)
Peace, till next.
7/03/03 - Thursday
I have this awful recurring dream:
I'm at the new house, in the living room, getting read to rip the carpeting off the floor I aggressively attack the corner, give it a good yank, just as I realize that this carpet is the ONLY "floor" below my feet. After the first yank, I let loose all the carpet tacks around the edges, and I am sucked into a carpet vacuum straight down into the dark, dank basement below me.
I think "dank" is a great word.
Somehow Brian has managed to keep from being sucked down with me, and I'm looking up and can see him squatting down to see if I'm OK. We both blink, dumbfounded in the dusty air, and both burst into balls of laughter. . . .
Because in dreamland, it's FUNNY when you find out you have no floors!
So my dream continues and the boys are running around "helping" and instead of putting some functional, sturdy subflooring down, they are stapling cardboard and beer cases to make my new "floor."
I'm running around ripping the cardboard strips and boxes from the floor screaming "No! We're gonna do this RIGHT!" and as soon as I rip it off the floor, they are right behind me, stapling paper plates and toilet paper tubes to the space under our feet. And then I wake, screaming.
Peace, till next.
7/01/03 - TUESDAY
Happy, Happy: For those who missed it, yesterday was National BLONDE Day! So to my fellow blondes out there, Geoffrey mon ami, real and otherwise, Happy Blonde Day (yesterday)!!!!
You can take the boy out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the boy: After kaykaing the other day, we saddled up and drove out to Geof's cabin on the pond, (where Jeremiah and his bullfroggin' friends all reside), we grilled up some burgers and sat around, enjoying the quiet sunset sounds of the Batavia countryside.
Pond Noise: Gu-GUNK. RRRRRRRRROOOOOOP. vvvvvrrrrRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMP. Gu-GUNK GU-GUNK ROOOOOOOOOP, GUNGGUNGGUNG <splash>
Joe Ryan, bundled in green long underwear, neon blue jacket, DANGER orange ball cap, sitting in comfy I-am-a-city-boy-but-I-wanna-be-a-campin'-man chair, chomping burger happily.
Pond Noise: GU-GUNK RRRRRRRRROOOOOOP. vvvvvrrrrRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMP. GU-GUNK GU-GUNK ROOOOOOOOOP, GUNGGUNGGUNG
Joey Ryan's head: snapping in fifty different directions, trying to pinpoint where the pond noise is coming from, bread crumbs flailing off his chinny-chin-chin, bewildered eyes . . . . .
Pond Noise: GU-GUNK RRRRRRRRROOOOOOP. vvvvvrrrrRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMP. GU-GUNK GU-GUNK ROOOOOOOOOP, GUNGGUNGGUNG
Joey Ryan speaks: What the hell is "Oinking" at me out there?