"oh boo" moment 2007.19.7

i don't know about you, but these moments are happening with such frequency that i am barely able to keep track of them.

yesterday afternoon, while cleaning the garage, nancson came out to the garage and somewhat angrily asked me, "mom, does anyone in your blogging group call you "butterball"?" he's very protective of me.

wellllllll, i said, "not to my face! why?"

"mom, some man just called asking for "butterball", and i said there was nobody here by that name. i hope it wasn't one of your friends."

a little while later as i was entering the house, he squealed, "MOMMMMMMM! the guy called back and asked for "butterball"! if he calls again, i'm going to say NO, sorry "butterball" is very busy right now, but i might have another girl in the back you could talk to! how about cupcake - you want to talk to cupcake?"

and he proceeded to ramble and mumble on about what he would say if the guy called back, some of it not pretty.

that said, i reminded him there is a "butterball" turkey plant nearby and he probably had the wrong number.

...oh boo...

"OH BOO" MOMENT 2007.8.7

this is a twofold "oh boo" moment. please be patient as i explain this seemingly unrelated tale.

okay, so we return from my mountain and all outdoor vegetation is in dire need of some tlc. i'm NOT the tee-ell-cee-er of the family, nancpop is. for those of you who have come to know and love him, please do not be disappointed in him at the outcome of this story.

first i discover some of our tomatoes have been housing tomato hornworms! OH, STINKING BOO!

two or three of these on a tomato plant can decimate the plant within a couple of days - they are voracious eaters and relentless in their pursuit of YOURS AND MY tomato plants.

it is a well-known gardener's secret that if you plant dill alongside your tomato plants, it will aid in keeping these pesky creatures away. well my dill is planted quite a distance from the 'maters.

pop hunted down every last hornworm and mashed them to smithereens - finding them is difficult because they blend in so well. while he's hunting and mashing, i'm picking fresh dill to scatter about the base of the tomato plants in an effort to hinder their relatives from coming around these parts.

when the battle was over, we sat down to have a cold one and visit. i reached over and grabbed a sprig of dill and put it in my mouth to just chew on - love it!

nancpop, in all seriousness, asks, "hmmmm, i wonder if i could put some of that dill in my next batch of bread?"

i replied, "well of course you can!"

with a straight face, he responds, "hmmmm, dill dough."

...oh boo...

"OH BOO" MOMENT 422.673

...an addendum...

today, after church and lunch - nancpop, the all powerful, was in the kitchen sweeping up some mess he'd made - when i passed by and gave him the over the glasses, one eye cocked, librarian look (oh, trust me - it's hot!).

he gazed into my not cocked eye and said, "funny - who'd've (he who speaks in three-word contractions) thought you could use one of these as a broom?!?"

...oh boo...

"oh boo" moment #422.672

okay, so i go out to the garage (aka: the man's place) and nancpop is whittling on an approximately 15" piece of wood.

i ask, "sooooooo, whatcha makin'?", acting extremely interested for sure.

he replies, "a propeller."

i respond, "oh."

quite awhile later, i ask, "soooooooo, what's the propeller for?"

so lovingly, he says, "so as to make your broom over there go a little faster when you go to town!"

...oh boo...

oh boo moment #472 or happy mother's day

we have some close, personal, rel...er...friends who move full grown trees as a business.

believe it or not - it is BIG business in californistan.

when spoiled people build their empire, they DO NOT like starting from a seedling - ANYTHING! that is for us lowlier sorts.

recently, they were commissioned to move a clump of palms from point "a" to point "b". from what i remember of the conversation, the clump of trees (60' tall) weighed nearly 60,000 pounds!

it takes special equipment and much knowledge to get the root wad out of the ground without damaging them. these people have been doing this for years and have yet to lose a tree.

first, the spoiled person must eyeball the tree or trees they want, go to the owner and ply them with dollars and generally the owner of the tree(s) will succumb to the dollar signs. the spoiled person then contacts the tree mover, who says "yea" or "nay".

in this case everybody said, "yea." whoopee! it was the dreamjob of any tree mover and the original owner didn't think it too shabby either - the spoiled person gave them $75,000 for the clump of trees - that's SEVENTY-FIVE THOUSAND SMACKAROOS!

the cost to move the trees was equal to the price of the trees - i ain't lyin'.

when talking to one of the tree movers what would possess someone to spend this kind of money on trees for crying out loud - his response (paraphrased), "well, apparently, her husband is having an affair with another woman, she won't stand for a divorce, so she's making his life miserable by spending his wealth!"

...oh boo...

people - be good to the mothers in your life, not just on mother's day, but everyday - you just never know...