Spring Cleaning

So i know i haven't blogged in a while, but I've been busy! What can you do? Anyway this week Phil, Popou, and i undertook some major outdoor cleaning sessions, and by Phil, Popou, and i, i mostly mean just Phil.

  

 

We started with the gutters, and Popou "directed" us where to move the ladder next (*Hint: One foot to the right of where it just was). I was also making beer at this point, so pretty much spending half of my time in the kitchen, and the other half moving this wheel barrow of gutter junk. 

 

 Good times. Anyway at one point i'm walking outside, and Popou's starts to walk around the house (I assume to the shed), but turns around when he hears the screen door close, and says, "Kid, have you seen Nancy's stick?" And at this point i'm not even sure i understood what he said, but I have no fucking clue where or what "Nancy's Stick" is. So my dad just gives him a dirty look, and is like, "Are you really that lazy? You looked in one place. Fine, i'll get it." So he stops doing this:

                                                      

Runs into the laundry room, and comes out with this long silver pole (I think it's a broken tree branch cutter). So i'm like, "Why is that called Nancy's Stick?" and Popou's answer is, "Your mother." Which is the end of that conversation. 

So then it's time for me to go to school and Dad's like, "Hey, before you go help me uncover the pond so i can drain it." So he get's on one side, and i get on the other, and we pull this tarp off, trying not to get any of the gunk on top of it in, but fail miserably. Also it smells rank. At this point i leave for class (after washing my hands and failing to eliminate said odor). 

I get home and Popou's still sitting exactly where I left him, and dad is standing in the half drained pond in his white sneakers, calf length socks, and sweatpants pulled to mid thigh, grabbing piles of pond gunk and throwing it into a wheel barrow. I go inside to get the camera, and he has miraculously finished, and dumped all the crap in the game reserve (the huge area in back of our house where people go hunting). So i'm like, "Can you just stand in the pond so i can get an action shot?" and he's like, "No, i'm going to take a shower, get an action shot with Popou," Yeah right. So here's the half drained pond:

 

Sans Phil. I'm sitting talking to Popou and from no where Nanc bursts out of the house, walks around the pond, removes one stick, puts it in the empty wheel barrow, and goes back in side without a word. 

                                    

And Popou just starts cracking up, and is like, "Your father works all day, and your mother takes one branch." At this point my dad get's back from his shower, and we're telling him what just happened:

                                       

And he's like, typical. So then the phone rings, and it's my mom's friends who's probably like, "Hey what are you up to?" And we hear her say, "Oh, Phil and I are just cleaning the pond." Wonderful.