For several years Mike and I have had a storage unit. I am sure we are no different from most - it houses mostly JUNK. Mike and I had not been there for several months to years - in fact Mike has not been there since we "moved in" to the unit, and I have been there only twice in at least 4 years. A few weeks ago Mike decided we needed to start cleaning it out. Since we have also been remodeling, there is a HUGE dumpster parked in my driveway SO, what better time to dump trash out of the storage unit! So one Saturday a few weeks ago we had some spare time and decided to do just that..... We drove to the storage place and went to our storage section. Mike said "what number is it?" to which I replied "825". We drove to 825 and Mike said "Are you sure?" I replied "No. I didn't think it was this far down". We took a better look around. There was only one unit to the left of 825 and since we knew ours wasn't this far down we omitted it. The units to the right of 825 were numbered 823 and down. 825 and 821 were the ONLY units that did not have circular locks on them. Knowing ours was "not this far down", we opted for 821. Mike said "where's the key?" I replied "I thought you had it". Back home we go to retrieve the key only to find the key Mike had did not fit ANY lock on the block! SO, we went back home for ALL of our keys, knowing that one key fit that lock". We ended up with four key rings full of keys and to our dismay not one key fit the lock.
This may have been a problem for some, but not me. I persuaded Mike to take me to Ace Hardware where I got a cutter and new lock. I could take care of this problem. Back to the storage unit we went and cut that lock of our unit. We opened the door and lo and behold - the stuff in the unit was NOT ours!
This may have been a problem for some, but not us. We called the owner and confessed our crime - this of course after texting our kids to let them know if they couldn't find us we might be in jail for breaking and entering!
Until next time
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Matt, Me, and our Mud bath
Everyone who knows me WELL, knows that in general I am a dog lover. I have had Yorkies for years. In recent years, I have had other dogs living with me..... but 5 dogs was WAY too much for even me. Josh acquired a dog of his own when he lived in our home in Norman. However, with the sale of that home and the move to an apartment, Matt needed to find a new home. Thankfully my sister was very helpful in this.... She found a new home for Matt. Unfortunately after two weeks the kid was allergic to Matt and Matt moved back home! I put her on the job again and this is where my story REALLY begins.
Vickie called on Saturday to tell me that she MAY have found someone to take Matt. (Of course all of the requirements were met - must have kids, must be able to provide health care for Matt, and must be able to provide a good home). She told me the family was considering coming to get him. I offered to take him 1/2 way, or all the way, but she said they would let her know IF they wanted him and IF they were coming to get him.
Now for several years, we have been having life groups at our home on Sunday afternoons. This particular Sunday it was nice weather outside so I put all 5 dogs outside - the 2 Yorkies, the boxer, the 1/2 chow,1/2 black lab, and Matt, the Golden Retriever - so we could enjoy our meal together without dog involvement. At about 2 p.m. life group was over. I was going to have a nice nap when my cell phone rang (it had previously dinged during life groups, but I forgot to look to see who texted me and what the text said). I answered the phone and it was the family who was going to come to get Matt - they were 30 minutes from my home and asking for directions which I gave without hesitation. I then looked at the text message which was from my sister. It read "they are on their way and will be there about 2:30". UGH. Where was that dog? Oh yes. I had left them all outside.
Now during the past few days I have taken it upon myself to empty the water from my pool. It was down to the last few inches - solid black stinky gunk that smelled like a sewer. ALSO, during the past few days we have had the concrete in our back yard COMPLETELY taken out so where my concrete was is now solid dirt! Needless to say this is NOT a good combination for Matt. Not only is he wet with stinky smelling water, he has rolled in the dirt AND I have 30 minutes to make him look like a dog you would want to take home!!!!!
Being the smart person I am, I realize if I bath him outside he will just get in the dirt again and be a mud ball when his new family arrives. I also realized I have no option but to bring that darn dog in the house to clean him up. I quickly changed my clothes, dragged him to the shower, shoved him in, and proceeded to have him shake stink and mud all over me!!!!! I am now down to 20 minutes!
I proceed to bathe, rinse, bathe, rinse, bathe, rinse...... etc. I am making great headway with the dog. However I now look like I have been in the pool and rolled in the dirt and I smell even worse. I shut the shower door after scrubbing that darn dog to a sparkling clean and wait for him to shake the excess water off. "Shake you idiot" I am screaming at the shower door. I am now down to 10 minutes. Still no shake!
I grabbed two beach towels, throw them over Matt and proceed to dry the dog. Then I decide to get the blow dryer and dry him that way. I am not sure at this minute if I have stink up my nose or the dog still stinks but I am now down to 5 minutes! I decide to spray the dog with Mike's good cologne! I then quickly wash off myself, blow my wet hair dry, and spray some of that cologne on myself, just as I hear a knock on the door!
The dog is now gone to a nice new home, my shower has a much needed scrubbing, and so do I. I am now down to the 4 dogs I can tolerate and life is now down to a 3-ring circus which I can juggle!
Until next time.
Vickie called on Saturday to tell me that she MAY have found someone to take Matt. (Of course all of the requirements were met - must have kids, must be able to provide health care for Matt, and must be able to provide a good home). She told me the family was considering coming to get him. I offered to take him 1/2 way, or all the way, but she said they would let her know IF they wanted him and IF they were coming to get him.
Now for several years, we have been having life groups at our home on Sunday afternoons. This particular Sunday it was nice weather outside so I put all 5 dogs outside - the 2 Yorkies, the boxer, the 1/2 chow,1/2 black lab, and Matt, the Golden Retriever - so we could enjoy our meal together without dog involvement. At about 2 p.m. life group was over. I was going to have a nice nap when my cell phone rang (it had previously dinged during life groups, but I forgot to look to see who texted me and what the text said). I answered the phone and it was the family who was going to come to get Matt - they were 30 minutes from my home and asking for directions which I gave without hesitation. I then looked at the text message which was from my sister. It read "they are on their way and will be there about 2:30". UGH. Where was that dog? Oh yes. I had left them all outside.
Now during the past few days I have taken it upon myself to empty the water from my pool. It was down to the last few inches - solid black stinky gunk that smelled like a sewer. ALSO, during the past few days we have had the concrete in our back yard COMPLETELY taken out so where my concrete was is now solid dirt! Needless to say this is NOT a good combination for Matt. Not only is he wet with stinky smelling water, he has rolled in the dirt AND I have 30 minutes to make him look like a dog you would want to take home!!!!!
Being the smart person I am, I realize if I bath him outside he will just get in the dirt again and be a mud ball when his new family arrives. I also realized I have no option but to bring that darn dog in the house to clean him up. I quickly changed my clothes, dragged him to the shower, shoved him in, and proceeded to have him shake stink and mud all over me!!!!! I am now down to 20 minutes!
I proceed to bathe, rinse, bathe, rinse, bathe, rinse...... etc. I am making great headway with the dog. However I now look like I have been in the pool and rolled in the dirt and I smell even worse. I shut the shower door after scrubbing that darn dog to a sparkling clean and wait for him to shake the excess water off. "Shake you idiot" I am screaming at the shower door. I am now down to 10 minutes. Still no shake!
I grabbed two beach towels, throw them over Matt and proceed to dry the dog. Then I decide to get the blow dryer and dry him that way. I am not sure at this minute if I have stink up my nose or the dog still stinks but I am now down to 5 minutes! I decide to spray the dog with Mike's good cologne! I then quickly wash off myself, blow my wet hair dry, and spray some of that cologne on myself, just as I hear a knock on the door!
The dog is now gone to a nice new home, my shower has a much needed scrubbing, and so do I. I am now down to the 4 dogs I can tolerate and life is now down to a 3-ring circus which I can juggle!
Until next time.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Name That Tune
In all of our married life, Mike and I have taken MANY MANY road trips. On most occasions, I am the driver and this is for two main reasons - Mike drives WAY too slow for me AND he is always working or reading on the road.
However, like MOST of our road trips, Mike always gets side-tracked with my music. He loves to play this game: "What's the name of this song" to which I reply "I don't know, I need more than just one note"; "Who sings/sang it" and yes he means originally, to which I reply "You mean this is NOT the original"; "What album is it on" and on this I have NO earthly idea; and sometimes even "Who wrote it" and again I have no earthly idea.
We were driving to Alva, OK and back last week. One the way there, Mike played his games about my music. About 30 minutes outside of Alva Mike decided to give me a break (this after over 30 years of marriage). He told me he would not ask me any more music questions, he would just TELL me the music trivia.
Three hours, and a nice lunch with his sister, later we are driving home. Probably 10 minutes outside of Alva, the radio is playing a song and he states "JUST in case you wanted to guess, WHO this is, WHO would you guess?". Of course I KNEW this had a double meaning:
1) He is NEVER going to give up on this game OR me!
2) He is almost ALWAYS going to give me a hint one way or another in his game - yes the song was sang by the Guess Who.
I sure love Mike!
Until later
However, like MOST of our road trips, Mike always gets side-tracked with my music. He loves to play this game: "What's the name of this song" to which I reply "I don't know, I need more than just one note"; "Who sings/sang it" and yes he means originally, to which I reply "You mean this is NOT the original"; "What album is it on" and on this I have NO earthly idea; and sometimes even "Who wrote it" and again I have no earthly idea.
We were driving to Alva, OK and back last week. One the way there, Mike played his games about my music. About 30 minutes outside of Alva Mike decided to give me a break (this after over 30 years of marriage). He told me he would not ask me any more music questions, he would just TELL me the music trivia.
Three hours, and a nice lunch with his sister, later we are driving home. Probably 10 minutes outside of Alva, the radio is playing a song and he states "JUST in case you wanted to guess, WHO this is, WHO would you guess?". Of course I KNEW this had a double meaning:
1) He is NEVER going to give up on this game OR me!
2) He is almost ALWAYS going to give me a hint one way or another in his game - yes the song was sang by the Guess Who.
I sure love Mike!
Until later
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Mike, Me, & McDonalds
It is my firm belief that EVERY grandparent should take their grandkids to McDonalds. SO, Mike and I did just that! Last Saturday we loaded up the boys and left for every childs dreamland - McDonalds!!!! KEEP in mind that Baylem is now 2 and Brooks is now 1. Baylem is running and Brooks is barely walking.
Now, I will admit that I do not frequent McDonalds and I haven't for YEARS. There is the occasional drive thru breakfast or coffee. But being of sound mind and body - I prefer MANY other places to eat - most are NOT fast food. BUT this day was special. It was for the grandsons!
McDonalds was actually a busy place on Saturday night. We arrived at about 6:15, along with about a million other kids. Mike stood in the LONG line to order the food and I took the boys to the McDonalds indoor playground. We got through the door and off Baylem runs. I am SO grateful that I am carrying Brooks or he would have been gone too! I sat Brooks in front of a toy and he stood to play. Baylem of course had found two little girls to play with so he was climbing up the slide, and doing the normal "kid stuff" that you do at McDonalds.
I listened to a small child, about Baylem's size but maybe a little older than him crying to his mom and pointing to where Baylem and Brooks were having such fun. The mother, who I might add was sitting INSIDE the play zone, says "you can't play you are too young" and "if you don't quit crying we have to leave". After ten minutes, she does so. My thoughts...... why bring a little boy to a place you feel they are too young to play and then punish them because they want to!!!!! What a mom.
Mike brought the food FINALLY. Neither Brooks or Baylem had time to eat. The little girls left and much to my surprise - McDonalds Play Ground became a WAR ZONE! The cute little girls were replaced by KIDS. Those kids were running wild. Up and down, in and out. Baylem ran as fast as he could to keep up, but his little legs had all sorts of problems doing so. Brooks crawled back and forth, in and out, following Baylem as best he could.
Two older girls replaced the two small girls. They were throwing Easter eggs (I assume had been given in their Happy Meal) off the top of one of the toys! One actually HIT me and rolled under some big structure never to be seen again. I was SO relieved. The HUGE boys that Brooks and Baylem were following had decided to go up the slide BACKWARDS no less. Brooks thought that was the best thing ever - until those big boys came back down and hit him. Baylem was running and climbing at a fast pace to keep up - all the way to the top where he got promptly terrified because those boys he was following had disappeared. Mike had to "talk him down" to the ground.
The bratty little girls came to tell their great-grandma (she was MUCH too old to be a grandma and no way a mom) that "those little boys are in our way and they have shoes on". Of course she was speaking of MY grandsons. Great grandma's reply "well, some people can't read the signs". I wanted to tell that lady ... "Excuse me. Mike and I BOTH have college educations - his much higher than mine - and we CAN read the signs. They are 1 and 2 for heaven's sakes and I don't want them going barefooted in that germ infested warzone". But for once I was nice and kept my mouth shut. I was not quite sure what sign she was speaking of, but that did not matter at this point in my McDonald's experience.
Then the MONSTER boys came to report to mom that "those two little boys are in our way and they aren't even supposed to be here". Boy! Of all the nerve! Mom's reply "they will get tired soon and leave". Of course she was right. By this time Mike and I were about exhausted - up and down to chase after Brooks and Baylem. Getting them off the slide - they were still trying to crawl up backwards, getting them out of another thing because the "big boys" had taken over and it was probably going to result in some kind of mishap! I told Mike that I was ready to surrender. Lets just take them to our house where the toys are safe, there's no complaining, and we have a "play land" which no BIG BRATS can take over. Mike agreed that was a great idea.
I was cleaning up the mess (actually packing up the food our boys were too busy to eat but probably would at home) and Mike was chasing the boys down. I turned and saw THE SIGN. It basically read.
RULES: 1) No shoes but must wear socks. (bratty girl was right. UGH) 2) Ages 3 to 12 ONLY. (UGH. Monster boys were right - not to mention mom with screaming kid). I didn't read the rest of the rules!
I will be writting to the McDonalds Corp. about this - they need a smaller play ground for my grandsons!!!!!
Until next time!
Now, I will admit that I do not frequent McDonalds and I haven't for YEARS. There is the occasional drive thru breakfast or coffee. But being of sound mind and body - I prefer MANY other places to eat - most are NOT fast food. BUT this day was special. It was for the grandsons!
McDonalds was actually a busy place on Saturday night. We arrived at about 6:15, along with about a million other kids. Mike stood in the LONG line to order the food and I took the boys to the McDonalds indoor playground. We got through the door and off Baylem runs. I am SO grateful that I am carrying Brooks or he would have been gone too! I sat Brooks in front of a toy and he stood to play. Baylem of course had found two little girls to play with so he was climbing up the slide, and doing the normal "kid stuff" that you do at McDonalds.
I listened to a small child, about Baylem's size but maybe a little older than him crying to his mom and pointing to where Baylem and Brooks were having such fun. The mother, who I might add was sitting INSIDE the play zone, says "you can't play you are too young" and "if you don't quit crying we have to leave". After ten minutes, she does so. My thoughts...... why bring a little boy to a place you feel they are too young to play and then punish them because they want to!!!!! What a mom.
Mike brought the food FINALLY. Neither Brooks or Baylem had time to eat. The little girls left and much to my surprise - McDonalds Play Ground became a WAR ZONE! The cute little girls were replaced by KIDS. Those kids were running wild. Up and down, in and out. Baylem ran as fast as he could to keep up, but his little legs had all sorts of problems doing so. Brooks crawled back and forth, in and out, following Baylem as best he could.
Two older girls replaced the two small girls. They were throwing Easter eggs (I assume had been given in their Happy Meal) off the top of one of the toys! One actually HIT me and rolled under some big structure never to be seen again. I was SO relieved. The HUGE boys that Brooks and Baylem were following had decided to go up the slide BACKWARDS no less. Brooks thought that was the best thing ever - until those big boys came back down and hit him. Baylem was running and climbing at a fast pace to keep up - all the way to the top where he got promptly terrified because those boys he was following had disappeared. Mike had to "talk him down" to the ground.
The bratty little girls came to tell their great-grandma (she was MUCH too old to be a grandma and no way a mom) that "those little boys are in our way and they have shoes on". Of course she was speaking of MY grandsons. Great grandma's reply "well, some people can't read the signs". I wanted to tell that lady ... "Excuse me. Mike and I BOTH have college educations - his much higher than mine - and we CAN read the signs. They are 1 and 2 for heaven's sakes and I don't want them going barefooted in that germ infested warzone". But for once I was nice and kept my mouth shut. I was not quite sure what sign she was speaking of, but that did not matter at this point in my McDonald's experience.
Then the MONSTER boys came to report to mom that "those two little boys are in our way and they aren't even supposed to be here". Boy! Of all the nerve! Mom's reply "they will get tired soon and leave". Of course she was right. By this time Mike and I were about exhausted - up and down to chase after Brooks and Baylem. Getting them off the slide - they were still trying to crawl up backwards, getting them out of another thing because the "big boys" had taken over and it was probably going to result in some kind of mishap! I told Mike that I was ready to surrender. Lets just take them to our house where the toys are safe, there's no complaining, and we have a "play land" which no BIG BRATS can take over. Mike agreed that was a great idea.
I was cleaning up the mess (actually packing up the food our boys were too busy to eat but probably would at home) and Mike was chasing the boys down. I turned and saw THE SIGN. It basically read.
RULES: 1) No shoes but must wear socks. (bratty girl was right. UGH) 2) Ages 3 to 12 ONLY. (UGH. Monster boys were right - not to mention mom with screaming kid). I didn't read the rest of the rules!
I will be writting to the McDonalds Corp. about this - they need a smaller play ground for my grandsons!!!!!
Until next time!
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