Random happenings of late!!

Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything; so I had to call my friend, Nancy, aka "Millie", and ask how to find where I even typed...also what my username and password was...being the good friend she is, she remembered. It's been a busy spring so far with everything from power washing to babysitting my parents. Both are challenging! Today Bill informed me that the "professional" power washers were coming and they are out there right now on tall ladders, buckets of chemicals, big brushes and sprayers that spray so hard that it almost knocked him off of the ladder!! I'm guessing this is my anniversary present....isn't the 40th year - water?!! OK with me. I thought I might continue doing the brick fence but since it is 98 degrees outside, I think I'll let them do that too.
This was my love note to Bill in the drive way one day early on in this conquest when it was fun power washing!! It's not fun anymore!This is Pedro attacking the side of the house. Notice the large spray of water?! Mine puny power washer did not have this much power!!!! It would have taken off more than my toes if I had hit my foot with his sprayer!

I mentioned babysitting my parents......it's got to rank right up there with a root canal! I love them to pieces but somewhere in the Bible it says that you should leave them and cleave to your spouse....such a goofy word...cleave.....reminds me of Beaver Cleaver or a meat cleaver which all of us girls use on a daily basis I'm sure. Dad had a mild heart attack and so I went to help. He asked when I was leaving 5 minutes after I got there, accused me and Bill of gambling and ate a big spoonful of ranch dressing thinking it was soup. We were at Cracker Barrel - such a lovely place to dine. The lobby really sent him spinning as there were 5,000 things to look at and buy. He just wanted to get in the car and leave. That took longer than it takes paint to dry! Took Dad to the doctor and he said he hoped that he didn't find out he was pregnant!! Mom accused me and Bill of taking her box of her grandpa's sermon notes!! Why on God's green earth would we do that? I didn't even know she had a box of notes and can honestly say I didn't know she had anyone in her family that would remotely represent a preacher!! She said she wasn't accusing us but thought Bill would be the only one that would want it since he's such an antique nut! He might want it when you die, but not now!! Besides Sherry finally reminded her that she had given them to Robyn, her oldest granddaughter. Here is the latest picture of 88 year old Mimi and 94 year old PeePaw!!

Aren't they cute!!!

Speaking of antique nut!! Most of you know I live with a man with a rare sickness....He buys every antique he sees. The downstairs of my house smells like an antique store (along with the delightful smell of 3 large labs, Dixie, Dexter and Daisy.) Bill's friend, Tom, told him about an estate sale and he was in hog heaven! He bought all kinds of junk and brought it home....he's now going to rent a booth in an antique store in Katy and try to sell stuff. I had the wonderful privilege today of IRONING.....antique doll clothes. I washed them and then ironed probably 50 worthless pieces of clothing and hankies. It didn't take very long because (1) they are small and (2) no one is going to buy them so I didn't put much effort into it. They still have roach-poop stain on them from pre-WWII!! I bet none of you were doing that today! Living with an antique nut gives me the opportunity to do lots of things none of you have done. About a year ago, at the age of 61, I unloaded 5,000 antique maps out of the bed of a truck. They were 4' x 2' each. It took until the sun disappeared on the horizon. I was hungry, hot, sweaty, mad and contemplating divorce! Not really, it's all worth money so I really don't care what he brings through the door as long as it's not another woman - unless she can iron, cook and unload junk!

I only spotted 5-6 spots where Mr. Armadillo got to my flower bed last night. I was going to sleep outside on the blow-up mattress but opted out for my own bed. Besides my gun and I probably would have slept right through his arrival. Surely he had eaten all the grub worms in the flower bed and can move on to someone else's yard tonight.

Speaking of yard, today I get to spread 14 yards of sand for the beach. It's suppose to be here around 5:00. I'll be spreading that way past dark I'm sure. Jaime and Michael and going to help. Why is it called "yard"? Is it enough sand to fill up 14 people's yards? Strange word. The calendar is filling up with out-of-town friends and family and it's time to play on the lake. Can't wait; this is always my most fun time of the year. Love having all the grandkids here. I'll post pics of those if I can remember how! Time to get to work!