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Thank you!
I also need to thank you, my readers, I couldn’t have done it without you!
What did everyone do today?
I read more Harry Potter, on page 450-ish. I may have to pull and all-nighter tonight and finish it. Zoe & I went the YMCA, I skipped running, but lifted weights. Yes, I lift weights. You never know when I might need to pop someone in the eyeball…..
Then … I cut the lawn. I thought you’d enjoy that. I used the push lawn mower, only one gear there, and when I was done all the trees in the yard gave a big sigh of relief. THEY MADE IT!!!
Zoe got her first bike today. It’s a purple girly Diamondback with the long handlebar thingys, as you can see. Those handlebar thingys were pretty important.
She did pretty good on it, only fell one time. We are having a problem braking, but she’ll catch on.
I’m hoping this new bike wears her out, as her mom could use a break! That kid NEVER STOPS!!!!
P.S. Yes, she has a helmet, she took it off for the picture.
Zoe-ism
My daughter, Zoe, used to come to work with me everyday. It’s a family business, and I work with my mom, dad, and brother, so she’s always been welcome there. This was when she was about three years old, and was very inquisitive. She wasn’t at all shy, and so no restraint with the sales people who came to our lobby.
One day, a new salesman stopped by. He was rather old, about great-grandfather age, and he had a “turkey neck”. You know, saggy skin right under his chin, and when he talked it kinda wiggled. He and I were talking, and here comes Zoe.
Oh great.
She crawled up on the chair next to me, and placing her chubby finger right up to her eye, she pointed at the man and said, “What’s that?”
Since she was pointing with her finger so close to her eye, he didn’t know what she was pointing at.
But I knew.
I tried to stay composed, but I totally lost it, and the giggles escaped my mouth. Pretty soon I was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my face.
Zoe persisted, still pointing and saying, “No THAT!”
The man guessed his cheeks, his hair, his head, and finally his chin stubble.
Thank God for chin stubble!
Michele for a Day!
The silent screen
One day Hubby found himself locked out of the house, so he cut two small holes in the screen window in our dining room, slid the screen up, and crawled in. He took the screen off and put it in the basement so that bugs couldn’t get in through the holes. Somehow it became my responsibility to take the screen to be repaired. Don’t ask me how, but it was, and since I’m all about procrastination — the screen sat in the basement for quite some time.
One day he hands it to me as I’m walking out the door to go to the Y. I was in a hurry, so I didn’t even look closely at the screen. I just grabbed it, and dropped it off hardware store.
The next week he picked it up. As he walked into the dining room with it, I eyed up the screen, and then the window, back to the screen again, and then back to the window.
Uh oh, he had the wrong screen.
Our dining room windows are tall and narrow, like 42”x 20″, and the screen he had was more square, probably 30″ x 30″.
Me: That’s not the right screen
Hubby: Sure it is.
Me: It’s not going to fit.
Hubby: Yes it will, just watch, you don’t do it right.
So I sat and watched as he tried to jam this square screen into a rectangular window.
Me: it doesn’t have the clippy things to slide the screen up and down in the window
Hubby: Hmmmm maybe this isn’t the right screen.
We went down to the basement, and sure enough, leaning against the cement wall was the dining room screen, holes and all.
Do you want the know what the most hilarious part of this story is? When we brought back the screen from the hardware store the second time, it was also the wrong size to fit the window. Thinking we were going out of our minds, we accepted defeat and put it in the basement, next to the other new screen.
Months later the hardware store called to ask, when will you be picking up your screen window?
What? It’s still there?
Of course it was. We had someone else’s screen. We still can’t figure out what window that first one belongs to.
Situation: Guest Poster
On Saturday, I’ll be the guest poster for Michele. While this is all very exciting and such, I can’t recall a time when I’ve ever been quite this nervous. Or brain dead.
That’s right. I said brain dead. I’ve got a severe case of blogger’s block.
I’ve used all my good material already. I mean, I can’t really pull something from the archives and send it to her as fresh … can I?
What do you think the readers over at Michele’s would like to read about? Let’s go through some of the topics I’ve covered recently. There’s Tiberius the Rock; Ty Junior (also a rock); my crazy grandpa Leonard; running a 5k and then losing my husband at the end of it; counting how many times I listen to the little ditty about Jack & Diane; the creepy-scary The Grudge moment in my shower; and the ever popular Code Word. I mean, other than those, I’ve got nothing.
NOTHING.
I need advise! Quick, someone, anyone, give me a topic! And not some goofy topic, something that I can actually do something with. Jones? Ya got anything for me?
Rock, paper, scissors
Nothing is going on today. Absolutely. Nothing.
Ty Junior and I decided to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, the winner had to come up with something to blog about.
I picked scissors.
Ty picked rock.
Damn!
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Looking back through my memories, I guess I’ve always had a thing for rocks. Here’s a short story about a rock my Hubby gave to me on our anniversary last year.
We went to Door County on a little getaway and stayed at The Ephraim Inn, which is a cozy bed & breakfast, located across the street from Green Bay (the body of water, not the city).
While I snapped a quick picture of the B&B, Hubby crossed the street to the beach to find a rock to take home as a memory of the weekend. He came back to the car, presenting me with a rock that was very flat, and about the size of his hand. Then he broke it in half, saying that in the spirit of the necklaces that people wore with charms that said ‘Best Friends’, each wearing one half of the charm — one half saying Be Fri, and the other half saying st ends, he was giving me half of the rock.
I think I heard a love song playing in the background, or maybe that was the thump-thump of my heart, as I experienced the pure romantic side of my Hubby.
I’ve always meant to paint ‘True Love’ on it when it’s all in one piece, but haven’t yet.
And yes, it also sits on the shelf of importance in the diningroom.
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