Saturday, July 11, 2009

itty bitty lil bit

On Thursday I'm not feeling well most of the day; Kelsey takes a typing test online to verify for her employment application. I take the same test & get an 89wpm. Quite a lot slower than when I worked in an office and clocked in at over 100wpm!

Matt went to play golf with his brother and Kelsey starts to make chicken dinner for us later tonight. Attempting to take a nap, I am interrupted as the dogs begin to make a racket! My father has come out unexpectedly to visit us without calling first. We welcome him, but he is acting odd (as usual) - Harriet attempts to bite him. We have to put her in the garage while he is here. When trying to convince him to stay at a hotel for the night, he insists that he can sleep in his truck. He walks out the door mumbling, and we don't see him again. Not tonight or the next day. We assume he has returned to Iowa. What an odd duck. And don't even get me started about the money that Matt spotted which he had stuffed down his thin shirt. Not even in a money belt. $20s, $50s and $100s just stuffed in near his waistline! We are scared that somebody might beat him up or kill him for it. What a nut.

On Friday, July 10, the Fed Ex delivery brings the loan documents for K&M. When Matt & Greg return from the Spokane Auto Swap Meet, the kids sign their paperwork while I document the event for posterity!

The Appliance Repair Man comes out to inspect the non-working Whirlpool Gold Dishwasher. He is here for 10 minutes and I am charged $89.95 for a service call only to be told that the entire front press button digital panel must be replaced for $189.95 plus hourly install fee. I determine that I can limp it along until it falls apart completely & refuses to function at all. Then buy a new one. Not going to invest anymore repair bills on inadequate appliances!

Hubby & Matt bring fixings for grilling brats when they come home. Matt has to run to the local grocery store to get chocolate chip cookies, watermelon, & briquettes. As usual, he does an excellent job of roasting the weiners (of which we make all sorts of jokes at the dinner table-balled watermelon & weiners!) Kelsey almost throws up in her mouth. . .

Afterwards, we relax for a while, then the kids return back to the AFB for the night. Bravo misses them & is a bit restless, but settles down when we go to bed.

Watch a Pay-Per-View movie on satellite - KNOWING starring Nicholas Cage. Kind of a crappy movie. Plot was thin.

We had closed the back door too early & Angus has a poopy accident by the door. She is still on medication, so we really can't fault her for something that is due to her recovery.

On Saturday morning, hubby has trouble waking up. He had gotten up at 4:30 to open the door for the dogs to go out to potty. 'Lil Bit actually poops & pees on the deck. Yippee!

B4 we leave the house, I quickly wash 'Lil Bit as he is dirty from playing with the big dogs in the dirt last night. Hubby and I also take a few minutes to rock in our chairs on the deck while watching the mum&dad bird teach the 3 baby birds how to fly. Very entertaining. Several robins try to dive bomb the fledglings, but all goes well. Also view a hummingbird whiz by!

When we go to pick up lattes, hubby spills his hot, boiling drink on his crotch! He screams! "I burnt my ball-sac!" Clean hubby up & get another drink.

Run over to Earl's to pick up a tool that he had borrowed from hubby. On the way, we see a poor little dead deer on the side of the road. She appears to be sleeping. Very sad.

Wash the rest of the dogs when we return home. Angus hates it, Isabelle runs away. Harriet does not enjoy it, but she does stand still for the wash. Bravo is still somewhat clean from the groomers, so we skip a bath for him.

KRL-N calls to let us know that they successfully got Joe Jr.'s camper trailer set up at Family-Camp at the AFB. As they have to move out of the temporary housing, they decided to camp out instead to save money.

Have to re-charge the battery on the riding lawnmower.
Find out on eBay that they are unable to order my suntan bed struts.

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