tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post7124422759214232497..comments2024-01-13T18:35:19.562-08:00Comments on Backpacking Dad: Rez Stories: Bumper PoolBackpacking Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-77864178361828763832008-09-11T22:50:00.000-07:002008-09-11T22:50:00.000-07:00anymommy: yeah, cloves are very high school. :}my ...anymommy: yeah, cloves are very high school. :}<BR/><BR/>my dog is better: I clearly realize that I was a bad kid. In fact, some might argue that this post was all about me being a bad kid.Backpacking Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-46078153569028224762008-09-11T22:08:00.000-07:002008-09-11T22:08:00.000-07:00Brother, again stop alluding to some writing caree...Brother, again stop alluding to some writing career you're aspiring to have. I AM THE WRITER and I WILL WRITE THE MEMOIR about life on the rez. Chapter 10 is all about my job at a cigarette factory when I was 12.<BR/><BR/>Seriously though, you were a bad kid even though you might not realize it because you played chess at the same time. There were lots of kids on the rez your age who never knew what Skoal was until way later than you, you just happened to befriend the roughest kid around and he seems to epitomize your view of rez life. And now all your blog readers think my rez is this hard-knock place with bad kids, or as Mandy said, a "sad environment." <BR/><BR/>Not saying it's perfect on this rez but your summertime trouble-making was not the norm.My_Dog_Is_Betterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03947369263621324452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-26152781954284429122008-09-11T20:53:00.000-07:002008-09-11T20:53:00.000-07:00I also love the phrase 'living stupidly.' I defin...I also love the phrase 'living stupidly.' I definitely did that for a while. Stupidly and blindly. My first boyfriend smoked cloves. It's still an appealing smell in a bizarre, nostalgic way.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-26429707941508827442008-09-11T13:35:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:35:00.000-07:00FADKOG: I stole a pair of neon pink plastic 80's s...FADKOG: I stole a pair of neon pink plastic 80's sunglasses from a Zellers once.<BR/><BR/>greg: dipping n00bs are hilarious :}<BR/><BR/>bejewell: are you my long lost neighbour?<BR/><BR/>heather: no, that's why you DO. but around my house you had to watch out for old Pepsi cans that had been used as ash trays.<BR/><BR/>jenni: thanks. I'm thinking about it :}<BR/><BR/>goldfish: or they could turn into insane SAHD's who fence!!! Ahhhhhh!!!<BR/><BR/>anna: oh my god. K-bear.<BR/><BR/>sam (teoi): cooler? hmm. You're going to think it was really cool when I get to the stories about the house.<BR/><BR/>ali: my wife is too :}<BR/><BR/>momo fali: including peeing on the electric fence?<BR/><BR/>wendy: well. sure. I suppose? it's hard to be anthropological when it's your family though.<BR/><BR/>merecat: well, I just don't understand that. that's the wrong way 'round.<BR/><BR/>mike: a few years ago he was a passenger in his friend's car and they were driving around town, drove into a construction site and drove into an open basement.<BR/><BR/>velma: yeah. kids are stupid.<BR/><BR/>crazymumma: girls were all up in my grill. not. (see that? that was a 90's cultural reference right there. Wayne's World, baby).<BR/><BR/>aunt becky: I have days like that.<BR/><BR/>goodfather: "snoose" is awesome.<BR/><BR/>mandy: some are worse than others. mine was pretty aflluent, in pockets.<BR/><BR/>peach: yeah. it was harsh. it was a harsh, stupid death.<BR/><BR/>redneck mommy: we all did that once.Backpacking Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-78724345987962132822008-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:002008-09-10T21:40:00.000-07:00My uncle used to dip. Out of curiosity and stupidi...My uncle used to dip. Out of curiosity and stupidity I asked to try it one fall morning as we rode around on his tractor cutting hay.<BR/><BR/>He looked at me, grinned a wicked grin and said I could try it but I had to keep it in my mouth for a minute and promise not to spit it out. <BR/><BR/>So I could get it good and juicy. Bastard.<BR/><BR/>I was eight so I agreed. Plus, how bad could it be right?<BR/><BR/>I ended up swallowing the huge amount of pinch and was sicker than a dog for the rest of the afternoon.<BR/><BR/>Never went near that crap again. Ew.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-74973384918902196982008-09-10T18:09:00.000-07:002008-09-10T18:09:00.000-07:00i love the small town posts. i can totally relate....i love the small town posts. i can totally relate. although, i found it oddly harsh they way you wrote about the death of an old friend...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-90640139731021044842008-09-10T16:19:00.000-07:002008-09-10T16:19:00.000-07:00I can't relate, although when I drive by/through t...I can't relate, although when I drive by/through the reservations out here in BC, or when I taught kids living on them in when I was in schools, it breaks my heart. It's a sad environment.Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586323120994967027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-6399416997493514132008-09-10T14:38:00.000-07:002008-09-10T14:38:00.000-07:00Nice, nice post. The jocks at my high school dipp...Nice, nice post. The jocks at my high school dipped all the time: their favorite pastime was to leave their wads in the drinking fountain before class started. And in my town, they called it 'snoose', both as noun ('wanna have a dip of my snoose?') and verb ('I'm gonna snoose before class and the leave it in the drinking fountain, har har.')Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-58983570086978240402008-09-10T11:54:00.000-07:002008-09-10T11:54:00.000-07:00I think I might actually trade my arm for a smoke ...I think I might actually trade my arm for a smoke right now. <BR/><BR/>Never dipped, tho. Ever.Aunt Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12146687582842259611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-39172025169000299112008-09-10T11:41:00.000-07:002008-09-10T11:41:00.000-07:00I love the phrase living stupidly. So apt. I am st...I love the phrase living stupidly. So apt. I am stealing it for myself when talking about my teen years. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>I look forward to the next installment, after all, there is nothing quite like kissing a guy who tastes like a smoke...crazymummahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663148723513574331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-63541561130905602342008-09-10T11:28:00.000-07:002008-09-10T11:28:00.000-07:00Golly! Now I'm looking forward to my life with twe...Golly! Now I'm looking forward to my life with tweens/teens even more.Velmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-89071621853140665602008-09-10T11:20:00.000-07:002008-09-10T11:20:00.000-07:00I don't know if there is a memoir there (maybe!) b...I don't know if there is a memoir there (maybe!) but there is definitely more posts. Very interesting. If it isn't indecent to ask I'd be curious to know how Chris passed. I'd also like to know more about living on a rez as you call it. Good stuff!Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03695189909334095983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-90585761997942761832008-09-10T10:53:00.000-07:002008-09-10T10:53:00.000-07:00I had a girlfriend who dipped. I couldn't believe...I had a girlfriend who dipped. I couldn't believe it. She quit smoking when she had a baby and started dipping instead. Beautiful girl, too.MereCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03443158111826174633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-46386735057381029462008-09-10T10:30:00.000-07:002008-09-10T10:30:00.000-07:00Too bad you were too young to realize what a speci...Too bad you were too young to realize what a special place you were in. I've heard reservations can be terribly hard places to live, but the culture you were exposed to! Man, you were lucky!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17643438802935893718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-10014315970721737122008-09-10T09:43:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:43:00.000-07:00If it makes you feel any better, I grew up in a ci...If it makes you feel any better, I grew up in a city and I did those things too (minus the Skoal)...and I'm a girl.Momo Falihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09735425888226178189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-37588081341593209002008-09-10T09:41:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:41:00.000-07:00um. ew. i'm glad you kicked that one...um. ew. <BR/>i'm glad you kicked that one...Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11127692699186571544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-79712706126420769842008-09-10T09:08:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:08:00.000-07:00I'll bet it was way cooler growing up as you as op...I'll bet it was way cooler growing up as you as opposed to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-52173246959478492842008-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:002008-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00I liked this piece a lot. The can ring and the one...I liked this piece a lot. The can ring and the one pair of pants v. several point is a nice touch.<BR/><BR/>I always preferred K-bear though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-5899195022243084522008-09-10T08:21:00.000-07:002008-09-10T08:21:00.000-07:00This is good stuff.... Made me smile, actually. Ma...This is good stuff.... Made me smile, actually. Made me think that even if my little boys do stupid things they might still turn out okay. Anyway, I just wandered over here the other day and am very glad I found your blog. Thanks.Goldfishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14338909594861934869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-27884636244814048832008-09-10T07:32:00.000-07:002008-09-10T07:32:00.000-07:00I like this post. Really good writing - I felt li...I like this post. Really good writing - I felt like I was there. I hope you make Rez Stories a regular blog feature.Jennihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03776942311638100226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-74234940898721565192008-09-10T07:18:00.000-07:002008-09-10T07:18:00.000-07:00I used to work with this guy who chewed, and he wo...I used to work with this guy who chewed, and he would tell me some awful stories about how you shouldn't use a soda can to spit in because someone always ends up drinking out of it. ~gag~Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18353422618806779674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-46209803442475616792008-09-10T06:26:00.000-07:002008-09-10T06:26:00.000-07:00I can't relate to any of this. Except the part ab...I can't relate to any of this. <BR/><BR/>Except the part about being stranded outside of an urban utopia. And playing bumper pool. And doing a lot of really stupid stuff when you're a kid hanging out with your equally stupid friends.<BR/><BR/>Huh. <BR/><BR/>Well, at least I never dipped chewing tobacco. Except that one time.<BR/><BR/>Leaving now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-7215474838544012062008-09-10T06:10:00.000-07:002008-09-10T06:10:00.000-07:00dipping made me light-headed and then i'd puke.the...dipping made me light-headed and then i'd puke.<BR/><BR/>the can-ringers had great joy with that fact...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03965870559846714206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-14455168796811843032008-09-10T05:58:00.000-07:002008-09-10T05:58:00.000-07:00My formative years were spent hanging out with a g...My formative years were spent hanging out with a group of girls I'd known since elementary school. By then, we all pretty much hated each other, but we didn't know what else to do, so we endured. I gave up trying to be the voice of conformity and peace between the warring factions of "Wants To Be A Cheerleader, Be Popular, And Dump Your Sorry Asses By Freshman Year" and "Screw You. I Just Want To Get Wasted, Make Out With Questionable Boys and Listen To 'Back In Black.' Again." We'd go to the mall and dare each other what to steal from the Walgreen's, then gather at one of our houses and bask in the bounty of Bonne Bell lipgloss, Wet & Wild make up, and random candy bars we'd culled. Sometimes we'd take inventory at the kitchen table while one of my 'friend's' mom would be nearby making dinner, never questioning the amazing expendable income five teenage girls with no discernable job skills had.<BR/><BR/>Nothing about it ever felt right, or particularly fun. Any of it. But I was terrified of not having it.<BR/><BR/>You wrote a great piece. You truly did. I'd add an exclamation point, but I'm being all humble before you.<BR/><BR/>(!)for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.com