Wednesday, July 23, 2008


My memory has been jogged by the posting of the "All in the fam" story today. Mom (Annette Stroud) was off to college. She tells the story like this:

It was a huge auditorium full of students in her first class for college. The professor was having everyone introduce themselves. When it came to mom, she stood up and said, "Annette Shippey". The professor said, "What is your last name?" She responded, "Shippey". He said, "What is it again?" She responded, "Shippey". He said, "Spell it". As she responded, she realized in the middle of saying it again that he had asked her to spell and so this is what came our of her mouth, "Shit-ippey". I would assume the room went up in a roar because it was the late 50's.

This is one to add to the postings of mom and her cursing.

Friday, July 18, 2008

All in the Fam

I guess it's about time I started posting something....haha! Well, I have decided that I need to go the beginning of my little entry into the Stroud family, and my mind keeps racing back to the moment when I heard Annette Stroud swear at the counter attendant at the airport.

We were racing to the Dulles Airport to get on our flight to Georgia. I had been married to Aaron for 4 1/2 days and we had just driven the long drive from Central PA (from our first reception) and were going back home to GA (to our second reception). We were unprepared with the size of the Washington DC airport and were in a race against time. A man at the counter told us (Annette, Robby, Aaron and I) that we could check our luggage in at the gate--so we took the tram to the train to the escalator to the gate.

They were letting the last passengers on, but because we did not check our luggage in (which the guy told we could do there), we were told we had to wait for a later flight. Annette took it upon herself to beg the woman at the counter to at least let Aaron and I get on because it was our honeymoon. The woman at the counter would not budge. Annette begged and begged and finally she said, "Well, you're just a little bitch!"

My mouth fell open. I was shocked. And proud of my new mama. And shocked. And can you believe it? The attendant did not let us on.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Pier Fishing in PC

One day Dad, Aaron and David left for PC Beach, FL and our plan was to sleep in the van while in the Parking lot by the Pier. When we got to the pier we fished for a little bit. Then we went to the van to sleep. About an hour later a Police Officer came and told us that we had to move. We then went and fished instead. We fished and fished but caught nothing. We also took the casting net to try but nothing. Some people caught King Mackerel but we still did not catch anything.

We left the pier and went and met Mom, Carmella and Robby back at the condo we were renting. We took a bath and then a quick nap. After the nap we were on our way back to the pier to fish but changed plans and went underneath a bridge to a place called "The Flats" which is very shallow water for miles long. We did not catch anything there either. Dad was videoing the area and as he was walking down a breaker, he fell off and cuts his legs. He saved the video camera. We don't know where the original taping of this is located but a few moments later Aaron and I took the Video camera and re in acted the event and laughed about it. Dad was totally fine about the fall. Dad had a first aid kit to save the day.

We left there and went to eat. Then it was back to fishing again for me to have an opportunity to cast the net about 15 times in hope that we would get a fish. That was not the case. No Fish for this fishing trip but a fun memory of Dad walking and falling with the video camera saying, "We are here in PC at the Flats. There are David and Aaron out there fishing. It is a beautiful day for fishing but they are not biting for us. Lets see where I am out now, Oh No.... bump bump bump, crash."

While we were fishing this day Mom, Carmella and Robby had an adventure of their own. They went on the PC strip which is the part of the main road down PC Beach. Mom was so proud to say this is where I spent my summers. As they were cruising at a snails pace, a girl in the car in front of them stood up in the sunroof and took off her top. Robby hit the floor board of the backseat while Mom banged on the window yelling at the girl that there is a little boy here and to put her top back on.

Barkley Dog

1) Barkley is Born.... Aaron called mom at work one day to tell her that the Principal of Arnold Jr. High School had brought her accidental puppies to school and could he have one. Mom said, No but the Principal got on the phone and said why don't you let him bring it home and if it does not work then bring him back. So, mom agreed.

Aaron brought home this cute little black puppy in his backpack on the bus. He came home and we all played with him. When dad arrived we all ran out to ask him if we could keep this puppy that Aaron brought home from school. Immediately, dad said no! However just after he responded this cute little puppy came running out the front door and straight at dad. Dad picked him up and he licked his face. It was done! He then agreed to keep this puppy.

2) How he got his name.... Barkley did what he wanted to do in the house and really struggled to understand the importance of getting house trained, or of listening too much. He was a smart dog and I think that he understood what was going on, just not the importance of doing what we wanted him to do. A name wasn't final for this accidental birth from a fully registered Golden Retriever and Basset Hound. For some reason he was all black, with the exception of a little white patch on his chest, despite having a golden retriever for a father. One night Momma Annette Stroud was watching the Phoenix Suns play a basketball game. At the last moment of the game, Charles Barkley had the opportunity to go in for an easy layup for the tie, but instead shot a three pointer for the hopeful win but missed, just before the last buzzer. The Suns lost. A few minutes later a young white reporter ask him about his decision to take the failed shot. "Sir" Charles Barkley responded, "You white reporters just don't understand us 90's niggas. We 90's niggas gonna do what we 90's niggas want to do." That was it for mom, and Barkley was his name, because our Barkley was going to do what he wanted to do.

It's a direct quote, and I am sorry if anyone finds offence, but if so just deal with it.