Overheard in 2016!
6 years ago
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
My mommy's here!
She's here to take care of me, although I don't need much taking care of yet. She brought fresh red bell peppers and tomatos from her garden, yummy. In two days, we'll go to my oncologist and find out what happens next. I'm doing ok, just sometimes need a pep talk and a couple of excedrine. Tomorrow, I'll write about mom's childhood pet racoon "fudd", named after a local fellow Fudd Nelson (no relation). And she used to give me a hard time about my pet opossum Jack. But more tomorrow... nitie nite
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I didn't know Fudd had a human namesake! Ask her what was the monkey's name. And don't forget to tell the story about our simian family member.
Yay! Grandma's there! She asked me if we had started digging spuds and my computer shut off before I could answer, then she was gone when it started up again. Will you deliver the message that we started Tuesday the 2nd? I'll make sure she get's some of the amazingly yummy Idaho Spuds.
Oh, and I want to hear the Monkey story again. It will never get old.
I am very jealous about the tomatoes. If they aren't fresh from a garden, they are pretty much worthless.
Whitney, do you know how to make creamed peas and new potatoes?
Yummmmm!
I seem to remember that the name was "Spud-the Monkey".
I haven't had any cool unusual pets that I can think of. I feel deprived.
Mom said that grandpa Nelson (Susan and mom's dad) had a friend from Salmon named Fudd Nelson who told grandpa he knew where a nest of baby racoons was. Grandpa said that he'd always wanted a baby racoon (although mom doesn't ever remember him saying that). They went and grandpa brought home Fudd.
Mom said that as a baby, Fudd would nestle in her ear and "purr". (She was maybe 10.)Later, grandpa took Fudd to the local bar, where lord knows what happened, but Fudd was forever after viscious. They fed Fudd cream and sugar with vanilla and soda crackers. That is all he would eat. He got fat and sassy and full of himself. He slept behind the furnace. Mom doesn't know where he pottied. I don't think she knew that racoons pottied. He crouched a lot. One day, Fudd disappeared for a few months, when he scratched at the screen to be let in. Mom fed him his favorite meal, then he slept there for a short time and then left. And that is all about Fudd.
Did mom ever tell any of you about the little rat terrier they had (charlie or archie) who got hit by a farm truck and afterward was only able to pee while walking on his front legs? True Story!
My elbow hurts, but this is too fun. I'll have everyone know that Susan had a gender-bender dog, Alfreda, who was originally supposed to be Alfred Seymour, until grandma Jessie pointed out the obvious difference to grandpa John. But at least they changed Alfreda's name appropriately, unlike the Gilberts who made poor Snowflake live out his years as a girlie-named pretty boy. But he was a very nice girlie-boy. :)
Awsome story about Fudd! Somewhere in our past, there was a newspaper clipping with dad holding Fudd.
Maybe Brent took it. Uh-oh.
And no, I've never heard about the rat terrier! Hilarious!
Very true about Alfreda Seymour Nelson! I wanted to name her Alfred because one of Brent's girlfriends in California had a German Shephard named Alfred. What Colleen says is true, and the he was a she, and we did the right thing. LOL. I will find a picture and post it. She was half Chiuaua and half Pomeranian.
Sorry 'bout your owie elbow.
Ahhhh hahahaha.
His name was Snow White. :) Even worse than snowflake, don't ya think?
The raccoon story is honestly real? I tell ya... I think I would have such a boring life if I didn't have any Grimmett in me.
Yeah, we had some new potatoes about a month ago when they were still little enough. Now the potatoes are big.
Actually Whitney, these stories are about the Nelson in you. I have a feeling it is funnier than Grimmett, but I'm just not sure.
Now let's all be sure to remember who it was that NAMED the gender-bender cat Snow White.... my manly hubbie, Dr. Gilbert. Although he CLAIMS that he thought it was a girl at the time. If he had known it was a boy, he would have named him "Blizzard Fang" instead to reflect on its feline manliness.
I stand corrected. Nelson blood is where the funny bone decided to NOT LAND ON ME!
And Vicki.... Jaren sure had a vivid imagination at... what? 5 years old? 7? 8? 3?
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