July 01, 2009

Bar of Soap

The Q Fambly Campout 2009 is but a memory now, and I'll be giving that a bit of a jog by posting a page dedicated to the weekend on my other site - 'twill be up in the next coupla days. (It's about time I get some new content there!) Meantime, I've been ruminatin' as to how we didn't really do much singing around the campfire this year. I suppose we were feeling rather - ah, how shall we say - mortal this year. Deep loving thoughts prevailed.

All the same, those campfire songs... This one is just about my favorite, and tonight the only verses I could remember were "tweety bird" and "fishy". After googling the song, I managed to research and develop (some of the lyrics I saw were rhythmically problematic) a full eight verses! The last three verses are new to me. It also seems to me that there might be a verse about a duck (ducky)? If someone knows it, please share!

(Sung to the same tune as "If You're Happy and You Know It") Here ya go:

O I wish I were a little bar of soap (bar of soap)
I wish I were a little bar of soap (bar of soap)
I’d slippy and I’d slid-y over everybody’s hidey
O I wish I were a little bar of soap

O I wish I were a little tweety bird (tweety bird)
I wish I were a little tweety bird (tweety bird)
I’d sit up on the steeple and I’d spit on all the people
O I wish I were a little tweety bird

O I wish I were a fishy in a brook (in a brook)
I wish I were a fishy in a brook (in a brook)
I’d swim around so cutie and without my bathing suity
O I wish I were a fishy in a brook

O I wish I were a little mosquito (mosquito)
I wish I were a little mosquito (mosquito)
I’d buzzy and I’d bitey under everybody’s nightie
O I wish I were a little mosquito

O I wish I were a little can of beer (can of beer)
I wish I were a little can of beer (can of beer)
I’d go down with a slurp and I’d come up with a burp
O I wish I were a little can of beer

O I wish I were the root of a tree (of a tree)
I wish I were the root of a tree (of a tree)
I’d stick up on the trail and then flip you on your tail
O I wish I were the root of a tree

O I wish I were a hungry little goat (little goat)
I wish I were a hungry little goat (little goat)
I’d crunchy and I’d munchy right through ev’rybody’s lunchie
O I wish I were a hungry little goat

O I wish I were a little spotted cow (spotted cow)
I wish I were a little spotted cow (spotted cow)
I’d give milk out of my udder and then churn it into butter
O I wish I were a little spotted cow

And for your viewing pleasure, here's a (small) perversion of the song - enjoy!

June 29, 2009

first fruits

I'm home, not even unpacked (that's what the extra day off is for, right?) The camera hasn't been downloaded, but I do have a couple pictures from the 2009 Q Family campout. My cousin (actually, cousin in law) Russ is the designated photographer for our family when we all get together. I eagerly await the rest of his photos from this past weekend!

This is my Dad's generation. In the yellow is his sister, my Aunt Alice. The others are cousins (seated) and spouses (standing). On the far left is Uncle Robert, the eldest of the family. At 87, he is just as spry and delightful as ever.
Here's my generation. My sister, brother, and my cousins are seated. Standing are some 2nd cousins - the children of my Dad's cousins. Not pictured: 2 of my brothers, 6 other cousins and at least 40 other baby boomer relatives!

Finally, my kids and their generation. These are a few of the multitude... Jenny (mine), Keith and Kevin (Charlie's boys), Aaron (mine), Trevor (cousin Dale's boy), Faith (cousin Barb's daughter), and Ben (my 2nd cousin Reed's son - so maybe that makes him my 3rd cousin?)

All photos courtesy of Russell Hyde

June 23, 2009

vacation commencement

I accomplish so little when I stay home. I don't know why; perhaps it's habit. (It may be laziness.) It is relaxing, to be sure, but it can also be quite frustrating. Especially towards the end of the day, when I look around and realize that this opportunity has frittered away, once again.

Not sure what to do about that. The relaxation ~ down time ~ sure feels healthy and right at the time, but one does not wish to slip into utter slothfulness, either. It is, indeed, a slippery slope for me.

Today ~ today! ~ is the first day of a very brief vacation for me. (I will return to work on Tuesday, so it's really only 4 days off.) It's 11 in the morning, and I'm off to an okay start. The dishes are done, the bed is made. Floors vacuumed (a BIG deal for me, it's a chore that I nearly never accomplish) just a few days ago. I have some work to do at my desk, including this note, which will take me until about noon to accomplish. And then ~ and then! ~ I am free.

I have plans to tend my garden all afternoon. If all goes according to plan, there will be pictures by the morrow!

Tomorrow I plan to check the camping equipment, plan a menu, grocery shop and do some baking and pre-cooking for the long weekend. Thursday after lunch I'll head south, towards Santa Cruz, for the annual Quickert reunion campout.

I'm so eager to see my extended family!
(group photo of the 1999 campout -- those kids are a lot bigger now!)

June 20, 2009

in the pink


Looking forward to all that the weekend will bring, and a vacation on the near horizon... may your day be blessed!

June 18, 2009

hopes for the day


a.k.a. "the day-off to do list"
  1. settle my stomach
  2. go to the farmer's market/get flowers for sunday
  3. head down the coast to the half moon bay nursery (to replace the nursery packs I bought about 6 weeks ago, never got planted, and now are mostly... dead - sigh)
  4. replant my hanging basket - really this time!
  5. vacuum and mop
  6. get the bills paid
  7. choir @ 7:30

what are the odds that even half of those things will be accomplished? I don't know. but here is opportunity, all things are possible. time to step over the threshold and get going!