The Youngest: I'm saying we fix the old one.
Me: Let's do it cheap. As in, no money.
TY: That prolly won't happen. But I still wanna try.
Me: We're gonna do it. I need you to get pumped about this.
TY: I kinda wanted to do stuff to that boat anyway. Make it look not so trashy.
Me: I'm taking the steering off the riding mower and putting it on it.
TY: That's not gonna work either. That's gonna take money.
Me: I will not take no for an answer on that. We WILL make it happen.
TY: A steering wheel on a boat turns with a cable. The lawnmower turns with a shaft.
Me: We're going to make a cable. Or a shaft. That's what she said. But we are.
TY: What time you coming over?
Me: Eh, I have a lame thing around 9:30, and I'll be done around 12. Sometime after 12.
TY: That works.
Me: Say it for me. I need you to believe in this.
TY: I think we can make this boat look tight. But it WILL take at least a little money.
Me: We're naming it.
TY: Nessy.
Me: We'll paint that shiz on the side.
TY: If we're makin it look good, we're paintin it somethin other than blue. That looks so gay. And I wanna paint some graphics on it.
Me: Dude. It ain't a gd speedboat. And if you ask to put nitrous on it, I'm kickin you in the nuts.
TY: Dude. My name isn't Lester. I'm not wearin a wife beater and jean shorts with a 99 cent bright orange life jacket on that boat. I'm not ugly, and what I roll in isn't ugly. That's real.
So began our conversation on what we could to do the boat. You know, the one I mentioned yesterday? Yup. It's just been sitting at my moms house, getting dirty and nasty again. I think it's cursed. However, The Youngest and I decided we were gonna fix it up today. We got real motivated, and then we went to bed.
Enter Tuesday. I went to my lame thing, which is going to be another post tonight, and then I came back here. In between times, I got a job. It's at my old high school, and it's only min wage, but it'll do. I'll get something else part time if I need to. Anyway, back to my moms and The Youngest.
I get here, I get something to eat, and we go out. When we get to the boat, he points out what I call a banana spider. Yeah, I know that's probably not what it is, but that's what I call it. I used to feed these things all the time when I was growing up. I'd toss a grasshopper in the web, and they'd go to town. I love them. So one of those spiders is in our boat. The boat we're gonna fix up! Yeah! I decide to feed the spider, then relocate it, so that we can go to town. I toss in a beetle. Nothin. I toss in a butterfly. Nothin. I was so sad. I'm still sad. I was so sad, I decided that I couldn't possibly work on a boat in this state.
Yeah. That's how easy it is to unmotivate me. The Youngest didn't care, I don't think he was that into it to begin with. I don't blame him. Maybe we'll get on it tomorrow.
Until then... JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
