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The DIY Deck in Pictures

My feet on the new deck!

When I purchased this home a couple of years ago the side stairs and small 3 by 3 foot landing were in pretty rough shape, but still usable. By the beginning of this Summer they were detaching from the house and were unsafe to continue using. My Dad and brother dropped by about a week ago and built this new 6 by 8 foot deck and staircase for me in one day.

This is the story in pictures… (click them for a larger image)

My Dad (John) the mason and younger brother (Stephen) the journeyman carpenter are awesome! I love you both and the new side deck rocks!

Joy to the World – a series of vintage Doyle family photos

A long long time ago, well 26 years ago in grade five I was chosen to play the part of Mary for the grade five production of the Nativity during the annual Bayview Elementary School Christmas public assembly. My mom snapped this photo just as I was sitting down in the Nativity chair. It certainly makes my bum look huge.

Every Christmas as a child my brother and I saved each cardboard roll from the inside of Christmas wrapping paper to play games with. In this photo we are playing tetherball using an ornament attached to string with Lady the collie watching us. It was cold outside remember and we needed something to do. And yes, those are Mickey Mouse and Dr. Suess books in the background.

Though it was extremely cold outside Stephen and I did play outside in the snow until our fingers were frost bitten every day. This is us in the backyard. We piled snow to build forts when there were no drifts to use. We slid down mountains over jumps knocking the wind out of us. And when Spring began to hit we built ice and snow damns along the side of the road in a tremendous effort to stop the flow of water from melting snow going down the street while cars and buses rushed by us. We were busy and had no fear.

Oh and I figure skated too.

😉

Happy Birthday Stephen – poem or lyrics

Today is my Brother Stephen’s 31st Birthday. Happy Birthday Stephen! I love you little brother.

There was a time when I was bigger than you.
That time wained in our teens
when you sprouted those inches
and to this day, remain bigger than me.

You loved me unconditionally —– little brother—.
You stood up
for me when things got tuff
with my ex’s or —– outta hand.
You helped me during those rough times an’ in my teens and twenties.

And now today you are 31 little brother
and I your big sister couldn’t be more proud of you
for going after your dreams
and always living life to it’s fullest.

You made me both laugh and scream with your childhood antics,
yet through it all we remained friends and siblings, forever ecstatic!

You were fascinated with fire,
with wood and all things creepy crawly.
I remember joining you
roaming these woods
in search of bull frogs and grass snakes
baiting lines with minnows
and cooking mud cakes!

We raced your dinky cars down the stairs
through the front hallway
then kitchen,
onwards and downwards
until
crash
they flew off
their shiny blue
and yellow lined track.

I remember the day I moved away
leaving for college
you drove me to the corner store
to pick up some smokes.
A song on the radio I loved
began to play.

We continued driving in silence
while the song played out,
even though I had said “oh lets go home”.
You replied “You love this song.”
and continued cruising
through the old neighborhood.

I wish I could have been nicer,
taking back all the yelling and sarcastic remarks.

Really though,
today little brother
you are as dear to me now as you were back then.

Love Jessica.
PS – Hope we get to play in the sand this summer, whether it be here in Wild West or there, Back East.

Yes – we all have a bum

We sit on our derrieres
We shit from our derrieres

We, rather than go into a lengthy poo ballad, that only I could find funny because there are things out there people that only, each one, to herself will laugh out loud to. With the way my mind works it focuses from one to another thing as though it were outstretched spaghetti almost reaching the wall it supposedly was to land on as described once in an infomercial to me. These infomercials are just damned informative. It can fold this way. You can wash it this way and then dispose of it. Poof! It all disappears with the click of a button. A switch is more, an apt word, than button. We button clothing. We switch on and off or on again only to get sucked into a strobed illumination of one brothers creation in the family living room.

On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On.

My brother always had a way of bugging me. I call it bugging because that may have been the word I most said next to Stephen or Mom or Dad. Then our dualling would begin. We would go underground not involving the parents in our war for supremacy over the house, inclusive but not exclusive to; the control of the TV remote control after supper, ice cream, fort building of all kinds including snow forts or pillow forts and lastly, control over the swings on the swing set nestled in the backyard.

Good times we had playing for hours in the snow piling it high only to dig it’s center out to create a snow fort. There was so much snow. So much.

Eric hurt his back at work yesterday. He’s home from work for a few days in the least. “A gable landed on me” he said. Took him to the doctor yesterday afternoon and his back is bruised with some muscle strain, slightly pink-purple with shades of blue appearing momentarily and this reads as though I’ve written a weather forecast about my boyfriend.

Moods are high with seldom whimpers while gusts of laughter roar up as he enjoys a showering of TV programming.

It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’ll be 33.

Kick kick kick! soooo back to bums. I have been linked to from a place called Smart Ass Farm. A PaperBullet on flickr has added me to her contacts. She contributes on Mondays to FecalFace. Once I thought a flip meant fart in the comments, however discovered that a flip is a finger, the central one, and had nothing to do with farting after all.

Weeee fart from our derrieres.
We even report about our derrieres.. goings ons
. 😉

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