Saturday, May 23, 2009

Help A Fella Out

Today is my Memorial Day celebration.

It’s my only day off between now and next Thursday.


So you know what that means? That’s right…

Party Time!!

I am going to go see Ryno for awhile this morning and then back here to the digs to begin my Memorial Day On A Saturday Celebration.

What should I do? I mean, Schmoop’s basement is flooding, so no sex for the Matt-Man.

She’s not going to feel like going anywhere, so that’s not an option…Hmmmm?

Any suggestions? Anyone? No? Hmmm?

I can drink more than a few beers. We have brats on hand. David will probably drop in to share an apéritif…or 12.

I suppose we could watch a baseball game on the tube…maybe crank some tunes. Patriotic tunes of course, in keeping with the theme.

I guess, I could stop by the cemetery and say “hi” to Dad in honor of his service. He was in the Navy during the Big One.

He served aboard a munitions ship. Can you think of anything worse? Floating around the Pacific with tons and tons of ammo under your ass.

Screw that. One good shot from a Jap, and BANG-O!! Fortunately he made it through alive and after fathering eight previous children, helped to spawn the Matt-Man.

Of course, by the time I hit my teens years, ol’ Dad was probably longing to be back on that munitions ship dodging the Japs in the middle of the Pacific.

Huhhhhhh. What to do? I feel like I am being left out of the Memorial Day loop.

That’s all I got. That’s all there is. There isn’t anymore.

If you have any suggestions as to how I can add spice to my Memorial Day On A Saturday Celebration, please let me know.

Beer, Brats and Basement Flooding can only do so much for a guy. C’mon folks, help a guy out, would ya?

Cheers!!

15 comments:

Candice said...

2 words for ya.

Jergens and Kleenex.

Technically that's 3. Oh well...

Happy Memorial Day!

Ken said...

two words for ya

Get Outside.

Enjoy it anyway you can. Bic and I will take one day to clean the boat then more than likely projects around the house. All outside stuff.

Schmoop said...

Candice: They should re-name that stuff to Jerkins. Have a great weekend. Cheers Candice!!

Mick: Yeah, I'll go outside and look at the dumpster. Have a great weekend, Mick. Cheers!!

Ken said...

Come on! I mean it! Go have a drink in that little town just south of you, bring Schmoop. Come on, "have one on me"
Just trying to "Help A Fella OUT"

Cheesy said...

Well you could think of me working? Box maintenance! Have a safe one whatever you decide but fer sure get the hell out of the house. Maybe a new vid for us?

maryt/theteach said...

Vinny said you were turning into a "Nice guy" just came to check. All I see is that you got thin. :)

Phfrankie Bondo said...

...you could dance the light fandango,turn cartwheels 'cross the floor...you know, Procol Harum style...

Jay said...

Maybe you could take your new "love everyone" attitude and go over to the Joyce Mayer Ministries and help them spread the love over there? I'm sure they would be happy to see you. ;-)

Schmoop said...

Micky: Not a bad idea but the Schmoopster is not in a good way right now. Cheers Mick!!

Cheesy: Mmmmmmmm, box maitenance. A new vid is far past due isn't it? Cheers!!

Mary: Ha. My Love Thing lasted one day. No one appreciated it...at least coming from me. Cheers Mary!!

Schmoop said...

Phfrankie: Ha. Funny you mention that. Of late I have been playing the hell out of that song, as well as, Conquistador. Cheers!!

Jay: Do you really think she likes me? Tell me you're not kidding because I think she is HOT. Cheers Jay!!

Dana said...

You could watch the "Band of Brothers" marathon on The History Channel with me!

An apéritif?? I think when it involves Wild Irish Rose - or even Wild Fruit with Ginseng - it's called a swig, not an apéritif *wink*

Schmoop said...

Dana: Not a big fan of Band of Brothers; I'm more of a Patton, A Bridge Too Far, and Midway kinda guy. Maybe AMC will run those.

And please...Dissin' WIR is very Un-American. Just ask one of Bagwine Ohio's faves, "East Main Willie" who served in Korea and has been brain dead for decades. Cheers!!

Michele said...

Go say hi to your Dad. I wish I lived close enough to my Dad to stop by his grave for a chat. I get to Seattle once a year. After 14 years I still stand at his grave and bawl my eyes out. But, then I was Daddy's girl. Probably why I'm a spoiled brat. Works for me and JR just continues the spoiling.

You have a good time whatever you happen to do.

Schmoop said...

Michele: I am going to go Monday morning...but...There's no need to rush. He was a great guy and I "talk" to him and my mom everyday as it is. Cheers!!

Cinnamon Girl said...

My Grandfather had it just as bad as your dad. He cleared the roads. You know...the ones with the landmines in them?

Got blown off his Cat twice. 2 Purples for that one.

I hope you went the Jergens and Kleenex route ;P