Wednesday, April 04, 2007

LawnWhisperer Day

Today is the birthday of, one time blogger, occasional guest poster here on Poop and Boogies, rare commenter, my brother and least favorite son of my mom, the LawnWhisperer.

For his birthday I decided to post one of my favorite guest posts he did for me a while back.

Dipper or Scooper
By The LawnWhisperer

There are two types of people in this world. There are dippers, and there are scoopers. I myself am a dipper, and I am surrounded by scoopers. Most of my family is scoopers. My dad is a big time scooper; I think he invented the scoop. My two youngest brothers, Mike and Jim, are scoopers, but I think they are pretend scoopers. They scooped all their life, just to get under my skin. Then I went and married a scooper. I should have done a better job of questioning while we were dating. I asked the silly questions like, “What are your thoughts on having kids?” “How many would you like to have?” “Are you a democrat or republican or neither?” “Where do you see us in ten years?” Then finally, “Will you marry me?”

I never asked the big question, “Are you a dipper or a scooper?” I’ll tell you, I am pissed that I did not ask the question. It definitely would have made me think twice about marrying her, if I knew ahead of time that she was a scooper. See, this is of major importance at snack time. I love chips and dip. I make a nice garlic dip. The perfect amount of garlic salt mixed with sour cream is mouth watering. It makes the worst kind of potato chip taste like heaven. One bowl of this dip gets you through a half bag of chips. That is if you are a dipper. If you are a scooper, you get maybe 10 chips. I hate sharing my dip with a scooper. I like to dip the chip in the dip. After all, it is called dip.

Sharing with a scooper, throws off the recipe. If I know I am sharing my snack with a scooper, I have to make more dip. Sometimes I will make two bowls, one bowl of dip, and one bowl of scoop. This way I get to enjoy my entire snack. But my wife wastes her scoop. She won’t eat it all, and then it gets tossed. That is perfectly good dip, that I could have another night, but it goes to waste.

I have tried to teach my wife to be a dipper, but she refuses. My siblings and parents have never crossed over to the dipper side. It is almost like a scooper creed, once a scooper, always a scooper. I am trying to teach my two little guys to be dippers. My daughter is a lost soul now. She has been with a scooper for far to long. I can’t convert her, but the little guys are still impressionable. There is hope still, but it will be difficult. I should have married a dipper. I did not ask the question, and now I am paying the price.

So all you single guys out there take notice of the important things. Ask the right questions before you pop the question. It will make a big difference at snack time. “ Are you a dipper, or a scooper?” If she replies in a way that is negative to your view on this topic, leave her. It will be better in the long run.

15 comments:

teri said...

ha, I remember this post.

I think it depends on the dip as to whether I'm a dipper or scooper. If it's an okay dip, I'll dip. If I LOVE the dip then I scoop.

Happy Birthday, Lawnwhisperer.

William, I thought your brother Jim was the favorite?

Alikat Corner said...

Happy Birthday, LW! :) I miss your writings!

oh, and... the post says LW is the LEAST favorite..

jen said...

Happy Birthday, LW! I miss your blog as well. Here's to a great year and a great lawn!

teri said...

thanks alikat, misread the "least favorite" part.

Effie said...

I remember this post too--depends on the day, but mostly a scooper...

Happy Birthday LW!

Nancy said...

Happy Birthday to the Big Dipper!

Jillian said...

Happy Birthday LW!! Long live the dippers!! I hate scoopers. I also married a scooper and it's obnoxious to say the least. Hope your birthday is great!

ThePapaDog said...

As a Dipper myself I can relate to the frustration of being surrounded by Scoopers.

Happy B-Day...

Sandy said...

Happy Birthday Lawnwhisperer! Miss your posts. Hope you have a great b-day!

sari said...

I'm also a dipper married to a scooper. I have to take my own bowl of whatever we have, or I end up with none.

Happy Birthday, Lawnwhisperer. I miss your blog.

momo9 said...

Oh William, you went and put your foot in your mouth again!!!!! L.W. is not my "least favorite son"! I do not have a least favorite! The favorite is the one who is present at the moment. You have been absent for quite awhile. So, you are jealous of others. Thus your comment. When your 'absence' becomes 'presence', then we'll see how you do. You do have a lot of competition! Happy Birthday, L.W. I was there the day you were born. It was a Good Friday. Good indeed! You were a darling baby and better child. Never gave me a hard time... William, on the other hand....

Oh, The Joys said...

He must've LOVED your Dorito post, no?

Jem said...

DIPPER. My boyfriend scoops and it drives me mad.

Mojavi said...

omg how funny (new here don't remember where I found your blog but love it) I am a dipper and married a scooper... now I know why salsa always frustrates me...

WILLIAM said...

I am a scooper