Muddy Me

As promised, here is a picture of me in a bathing suit. Miss Nemesis, don't even try to beat this. No one's going to care that you're going to the Canary Islands once they see this. Everyone's going to want to go up to Northern Ontario and live my childhood. Well, people. You probably can't. But I don't blame you for wanting to.




At my request, my Mary Moo sent me this picture today. She's been wondering for a while now why I have never written a post about her. I told her that if she sent me this photo, I could tell a story.

First a little background---or why I have never called my Aunt Mary "Aunt Mary" and why she has always been Mary Moo. When Captain Fabuloso was a baby and started talking, he pronounced Mommy "Mah-i" (makes me think of tuna...). But since he couldn't pronounce Mary, he also called our aunt "Mah-i." She felt bad that he was using the same name for her and for his mother, so she said to him, "No, Captain Fabuloso. My name is Mary Moo." From that moment on, my aunt has been my Mary Moo.

Mary Moo is both funny and wild and she was the best aunt you could possibly wish for when we were growing up. She lived in the same city and she was single, which meant that she got to give all of her love to us kids. We had a hunt camp---like a shack---on a lake for the first several years of my life. We'd go there in the summers.

One year, after it rained, there were huge mud puddles everywhere. Mary Moo offered a dollar to the kid who would roll in a mud puddle. That seemed like really good money to me, so I suited up and rolled around in the mud.

After my roll in the mud, it came time for Mary Moo to pay up. Several adults (including family and close family friends) had witnessed the whole deal and told Mary Moo that what I did wasn't worth one dollar. It was worth ten. Mary Moo sat me down and explained to me that our original deal was for one dollar. But, after thinking about it, she had decided to give me five dollars. I thought that was five times fair!

Now, if Mary Moo can get me a copy of the picture of the day that we went to Longwood Gardens together, I'll have another good story to tell.

10 comments:

Nemesis said...

Ok. Fine. I won't even try to top that. Now, if I HAD a picture of me participating in an underaged wet t-shirt contest, I might try to use it, but I'm all out.

I concede.

Th. said...

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Who's the gawker?

Cicada said...

The gawker is The Boy. There's this other great family picture that I love where I pulled off my own pants and while Captain Fabuloso is looking wide-eyed at the camera and laughing, El Senor is looking at the bare lower half of my body and laughing. Man... if only I still had a copy of THAT one!

Stupidramblings said...

What do you mean I probably can't live your childhood? Either I can or I can't; so which is it?

Quiestion: Your five dollars ($5)--was it Canadian money, or was it US of A money? Cuz one dollar ($1) Canadian probably should not have been incentive enough to roll in the mud. But you did it, so I have to assume it was money from des Etats Unis. Your five dollars truly would have been a reward even if it was Canadian moolah, but if you ended up with good-old, south-of-the-border, America five dollars ($5) you were spoiled. the blogworld needs to know.

PS, did you grow up in downtown Canada, or the suburbs?
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Cicada said...

SR: Sorry. It was Canadian money. And I'm not even going to dignify your other question with a response.

Squirrel Boy said...

At least I have the consolation of knowing that I stood in for Richie Tenenbaum the day after Thanksgiving one year as Cicada and her brothers were drawing names for Christmas presents.

Sure, it pales in comparison to living Cicada's childhood, but it's a heck of a lot closer than most mortals can ever hope to attain.

Mary said...

I think I want to be a crazy Aunt Mary Moo too! Woo hoo!

daltongirl said...

I'm trying to decide whether or not to copy you and post a photo of Lola in the EXACT same pose in the EXACT same swimsuit. Actually, I'm not sure about the swimsuit, but the coverage is the same. There's no mud though, just a rivulet of pee running down the stairs in front of her. I guess the only thing holding me back is the uncertainty of whether or not she will find it funny or too embarrassing.

I want to be Aunt Mary Moo, too! Only I don't want to have to give up $5, because it's worth something here.

redlaw said...

That is the best pic ever! If I weren't so in to being clean, I'd go find a mud puddle to roll in...sadly, I think that loses its cuteness after a certain age...

Anonymous said...

Just think people pay lots of money to have a mud bath but you got paid five bucks to do it - big money back then to a kid but the memory is priceless!