So all we got here from Hurricane Ike was a slight breeze and a bill for a rented generator that sat in our garage for five days.
We’ve tried to pass the generator on to some friends in Houston, but apparently they are all tougher than me because they’re willing to live without air-conditioning for more than three minutes.
I still remember a night from my childhood when the air-conditioning went out in our house. It was one of the worst days of my life and that’s including the day I found out they were taking “Joanie Loves Chachi” off the air.
And speaking of Hurricane Ike, remember this picture from last week?
At the time I thought Cousin Eddie had evacuated from an RV park in Houston.
But I was wrong.
Apparently, the lady who lives next door found that RV for sale on the internet and bought it. Then, she found a man from Canada on the internet who said he would deliver it.
Oh, the wonder of the internet.
What a blessing that our children will never have to experience a world where you can’t purchase a hideous recreational vehicle online and have it delivered by someone who may or may not be a serial killer.
The neighbor told us all about her online RV purchase and asked if we could believe she only paid $2500 for it.
I’ll be honest, it didn’t tax my imagination at all.
In fact, I wouldn’t doubt that there is someone in Wisconsin bragging that he got someone to pay $2500 for his old beat up RV.
And from what we can tell, the Canadian delivery man is staying for the duration of the trailer renovation. Also, he is in dire need of a belt.
As we pulled in our driveway from church yesterday morning, P whispered to me, “Hurry! Look over by the RV!”
My corneas were seared with the sight of more booty cleavage than any one person should ever be allowed to expose.
So, it looks like the tenement on wheels is here to stay for a while.
But we won’t go falling in love with it because, hopefully, they’ll be parking it ANYWHERE ELSE but in their driveway in the near future.
Of course who am I to judge someone’s RV purchase?
P and I actually watched “Rocky Balboa” on Saturday night.
I’d like to say it was because there wasn’t anything else on, but that’s not true. In fact, both of were too tired to stay up for the last hour of it so we RECORDED it so we could finish watching it last night.
I am so embarrassed.
Here’s where I need to go ahead and admit that I’ve always been a Rocky fan. (Well, except for Rocky V because even I have my limits.) I realize the likelihood of going to the USSR and singlehandedly overcoming Communism by knocking out a Russian boxer is a farfetched plot line, but I totally bought the whole thing.
I even owned (own) the soundtrack.
So when I saw “Rocky Balboa” was on as we flipped through the channels, I laughed a superior laugh that said, “I am too sophisticated for this” and then it totally sucked me in because, OH MY WORD, Adrian dies, and Paulie gets fired from the meat plant and they take down the statue of Rocky, and they say lines like, “Let’s start building some hurting bombs” in regard to Rocky’s punching ability, and all the while they’re playing “Gonna Fly Now” in the background.
Who is strong enough to resist that?
Not me, my friends.
I was even nervous during the final fight scene. Like Rocky might actually get knocked out.
Anyway, I won’t ruin the ending for those of y’all who are dying to see it, but I will tell you there is a point in the final fight scene where the twenty-three year old heavyweight champion of the world hurts his hand during the fight because he punches Rocky’s hip.
Which, yeah he did. Rocky’s like eighty years old. You just know that hip is some type of titanium implant.
My husband and I watched the same movie the other night. I’ve never seen a Rocky movie, so it was a new experience for me. It was a good story, but we did laugh a lot.
It’s 6:38 a.m. and I just finished reading this post to my husband. We cracked up laughing!…”booty cleavage”… this is too funny!!! Hopefully the Canadian delivery guy will not be gracing you with his presence much longer. (:
Why is the Canadian delivery guy still there? He delivered, what’s he waiting around for? Is he using the RV while he waits?
Too funny.
It’s amazing what entertains us….
Oh, why do I have a bad feeling you are going to have much more to blog about with Mr. Booty Cleavage and the new RV? I hope it disappears from your view soon.
Thanks so much for the smiles this morning! Great way to start the day. And, so glad your family is safe and without damage at your home!
Glad your house wasn’t in the Cone of Uncertainty after all!
And, like Kim, I see many more posts about booty-cleavage and the Canadian delivery guy in your future! Sorry, but it’s just a feeling I have.
Adrienne dies? Thanks a lot.
The good news is that Cousin Eddie might be there for the holidays. It’s like a Christmas miracle.
And look! I found this little gem that’ll bring a tear to your eye.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfl_1ndey4c
And, yes will be watching Scott Baio on VH1 if he show returns for another season.
I thought of you Friday when I went and bought flashlights so we would be prepared for Ike’s aftermath here in North Texas. The people were anticipating that we were going to get a lot of rain and the power was going to be gone for a week. One of the flashlight I bought has krypton in it.
Ugh. Tell your neighbor she paid $2400 too much for that wreck.
Booty cleavage, eh? What a visual to start my Monday morning!
We bought a travel trailer late last year b/c the hubs was going to be stationed in TX and it would give him a place all his own to stay. We had it parked in the drive for a little over a month. My kids were horrified! I can only imagine their horror if it looked as impressive as the one your neighbor bought
.
I am ashamed to admit that we have not one, but TWO campers in our driveway. One is kind of tucked away and hidden, but the rusty broken one we’re wanting to get rid of is exposed for all to see.
Give me your neighbor’s contact info. She sounds like an easy sell.
PLUS, I speak Canadian.
You’ll be so jealous, my husband is a Rocky freak fan! He even proposed to me at the zoo, because it’s so romantic AND that’s where Rocky proposed to Adrian. Our cat is named Rocky Balboa and we had to get a babysitter on a week night to go to opening night of the latest Rocky movie. I don’t know which is worse… the old RV in front of your house, or having a husband who can quote most lines from every Rocky movie:-)
Speaking of buying crazy, one of my brother’s in-laws found herself a mail-order husband. He showed up one day on her doorstep with no teeth and no ID. He runs off for a week every year and no one knows where he goes. But he always comes back and as far as I know, they’re still together. You can’t make this stuff up.
Booty Cleavage! That’s hilarious.
Rocky IV with the Russians is the only Rocky movie I have seen.
A group of us from church played that Battle of the Sexes game once. There was a question for the women. What is Rambo’s first name? One of the women knew what it was!
John.
Booty cleavage… It’s a good thing you were on your way to church so that you could pray that neither your eyes nor you mind would be forever scarred.
Thanks for giving me a heads up about the Rocky movie. I can live with ease (and without watching) knowing that Rocky doesn’t die at the end. Good times.)
I couldn’t even tell you the last time I saw a movie that didn’t involve Barbie or a Disney Princess. Therefore, I’m certainly not going to critique your choice in films.
Booty cleavage…love it!
I should be embarrassed that I absolutely love Rocky IV and feel a spring in my step every time I hear “Eye of the Tiger.”
But I’m not.
I actually am pretty positive that Cousin Eddie does indeed have a first cousin in Canada! Twice removed on the mother’s side who married her brother who was fathered by her sister’s uncle. That is his true baby daddy. I think.
But, honestly? Who can say? We want some indoor shots of the RV. Not booty shots! LOL. There are enough of those in real life.
Hey, at least that tenement on wheels isn’t parked in YOUR driveway, complete with your own version of Cousin Eddie.
There’s a silver lining to everything.
I was laughing out loud reading your post and my husband walked in. I explained why I was laughing and read some to him. His response: “Rocky in Russia is the fourth one, not the fifth! And she’s calling herself a fan!” and walked away. LOL I guess it touched a nerve.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for a new phrase to add to my vocabulary. I can’t quit laughing… “booty cleavage.”
I am currently watching “Transformers” for about the 8000th time in the past three weeks (since school started and the 4-year-old is left all day without siblings). I could quote the whole movie.
Until now, I never realized that Rocky and RV’s go together.
Like peas and carrots.
Speaking of booty cleavage…I have seen more of my fair share of that and bellies sticking out under shirts than I can to in the last 5 days. Hub’s step brother was here in Gulf Shores with us for 4 days and lets just say he is a very LARGE man with a very little wardrobe! Going home tomorrow to assess the damage. Two trees in my house…UGH!!!
As a Canadian, I apologize for my cornea-searing, booty-bearing fellow citizen. EW!
I’m sorry that was your most recent Canadian experience…let me assure you, although there are probably many of those around our fair country, there are twice a many who wear suffcient pants
But it does seem to go nicely with the whole RV theme, eh?
My older kids refer to the booty cleavage as a “coin slot” and can be heard to murmur “crack kills”, leading me to the inevitable conclusion that class and refinement skip a generation.
Also, Rocky? Four words: Eye of the Tiger.
One of my greatest (current) concerns in life is my 7-year-old son’s inclination towards what you have so aptly described as “booty cleavage.” I know the shame of the poor Canadien mother who must be red-faced about her son’s American “Booty Cleavage Tour.”
Rememeber the simple song we sang in the old days, “I see London, I see France, I see so-n-so’s underpants…”
Well, the song of a new generation… “I see Iran, I see Iraq…”
1)Ike knocked out our electricity. Last night we went to a hotel where many refugees are staying… I was too embarrassed to tell them that we lived 5 min. down the road and can’t handle a cold shower.
2) There is a man at our church whose butt-crack I have seen more often than anyone else I can think of (aside from my 3yr old). Once we pulled into a gas station and I said, “Hey Mom! There’s David _______!” “Where?” ,she says. “Over there with his butt hangin’ out.” I said.
I recognized him by his butt crack… oh yes I did.
Apparently Canadian delivery men have not been informed that crack kills.
I thought we were the only family that referenced cousin Eddie… gotta love that… hope their “******” doesn’t get full and have to be drained into your drainage…
I rented it on Saturday night. Ha! My husband and I curled up and watched every stinkin minute. We are soooo pathetic.
What a great post!!!! That one had me laughing out loud. Especially the booty cleavage. Fantastic!!!
One of your best posts ever! Had me laughing out loud this morning.
When I was a little kid, if the temperature ventured above 80 degrees, I whined and moaned and pitched a fit until my parents turned the A/C on. (I was a delight.) But I voluntarily spent WEEKS at a time at my aunt’s rural, A/C-free house every summer. Finally my dad sat me down and was like, “Why? Why do you do this? Why do you torment us so, then race off to Illinois to sweat all summer?” “Well, I like my cousins, so I want to spend time with them, and they don’t HAVE air conditioning, so there’s no point in whining there.” It may have been my imagination, but I think I spent a lot more time at my aunt’s house after that.
I’ll admit it: My husband and I both loved Rocky Balboa. I do not love that camper thing, and you are being much more charitable than I imagine I would be.
I’ve seen one and only one and I do not plan on seeing any others ones. ever.
Now, Star Wars? I’m in.
What I wish to know, being a native from there, is why you chose Wisconsin to be the site of further hideous RV sales?
Just wonderin’ – - – -
That’s hilarious. Laughed out loud and had to explain it to husband. When we visit his side of the tree, his nephews never fail to sear my corneas! I needed that phrase to explain the feeling. Oh, thank you!
I have to admit–I watched the Rocky Balboa movie–and thought it wasn’t half bad. Way better than Rocky 17, or whatever the last movie was!!
Just when I think I can’t laugh any harder, you start in about Rocky and his hip. Oh my gosh, trying so hard not to wake the house up and probably going to give myself an anyerism….aynerism….analrism… Whatever!