June 18, 2007

Just like when the babysitter says...

...that your baby took his first steps while you were away at the movie.

Boy--at the tender age of 13--drove a truck with a stick shift this weekend, and I wasn't anywhere around. ::sniff:: My little boy's all growed up and I missed every last bit of it!! ::sniff::

I had dropped him off at the church building in the capable hands of Mr. Tom, a top-notch young man himself, and they got to work trimming the edges of the great big 5 acre lawn the building sits upon. The plan was for them to do that, then get some lunch and hang out. Boy got back to the house about 3:00, and the first thing he did was excitedly tell me about getting to drive Mr. Tom's truck around the yard hauling equipment to and fro.

Such a wound I have suffered! WOE IS ME!

Not really. Well, not much really. But I do wish I'd gotten to see him. Underage motor vehicle operation is such a rite of passage amongst men of my ilk, and then the fact that it was a manual transmission to boot, well, it does create just the tiniest pang. And to make it even worse, after it was over, Mr. Tom's wife let them come to their house and play video games in their stinking yardwork clothes. I think I must be jealous!

Anyway, at least I was able to stay home and do the laundry.

Reba and Rebecca went up to the pet store, and both of them had a great time. Ten full hours of it, as a matter of fact. I think Rebecca is going to enjoy doing this particular volunteer gig. She got to walk the doggies and let them soil the landscaping outside the doorway of the Kohl's store, and clean up giant puddles of piddle in the store, and play with them and even answer some questions for customers who came in when the actual paid staff were off chatting or hiding in the restroom. The biggest problem is going to be keeping her from bringing home every puppy she sees.

As for me, in between laundry loads, I did manage to get some nifty solar-powered spots installed inside the gazeb-- the Childrens' Large Fabric Playhouse so they don't have to have the Coleman lantern out there when they play cards and such. Worked out quite nicely--a light in each corner and two up in the top, and two collector cells mounted down low on the wood deck. There's not that many locations where they would have gone and still been able to get any sunshine.

And for Father's Day? Well, they still went and got me something--a nifty grill set, and a new pair of swim trunks and shirt for when we go on vacation, and best of all, hugs and kisses.

Now then--I have much to do this morning, staff meeting, and then off to the Homewood PD to pick up my accident report and SR-13, and then the intricate dance will begin with the offender's insurance company. I look forward to this slightly less than being given an vasectomy by an angry babboon using a rusty can lid.

Anyway, check back for updates.


The winner of the NAME THAT JUVENILE PEREGRINE FALCON BAND CAPTION CONTEST POLL is none other than N'sync, singing "YO, We're Not as White as We Look," coming in at an astounding, incredible FIFTY out of 57 votes cast! We congratulate the winner, Skinnydan of Lawn Guyland, Noo Yoik, and hope he enjoys his prize of a year's supply of P.G.T. Beauregard's Fried Catfish Nuggets, generously provided by our sponsor Possumblog Kitchens.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 18, 2007 08:07 AM

Would the vasectomy be better if the baboon was not angry?

Congrats to Mr. Skinnydan, and as tempting as it is to challenge the results due to ballot-box stuffing, I'll refrain from even mentioning it, except to mention it when I claim I won't mention it.

You're right about having to quash any aspirations of Rebecca bringing home a forlorn puppy. Hopefully not too many feelings will be hurt over this in the future.

Will you next be installing "anti-skeeter" measures for the Childrens' Large Fabric Playhouse area? Or do you just spray and douse as needed?

Posted by: Marc V at June 18, 2007 08:47 AM

Placid is always better than angry, even in lower primates.

As for hurt feelings, she's been told "no" enough already, so any hurt feelings are just going to have to be something she'll have to go take up with the chaplain.

AND as for antiskeeter, it does have mosquito netting around it, which is useless since the bottom edge doesn't go all the way down to the bottom of the framing, which explains the huge amoung of insects tenaciously clinging to the inside surfaces trying to get out.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 18, 2007 09:00 AM

Can I trade in the catfish for a year's supply of PGT's Fried Pastrami Nuggets? Those are OU certified, I believe.

And I thank my legions of fans, which believe it or not did not include myself. I was unaware of there even being a ballot until this morning.

Though to be sure I would have stuffed the ballot box had I known it existed.

Posted by: skinnydan at June 18, 2007 10:07 AM

Absolutely! And they have the great flavor of malamine!

As for voting, it's probably best that we not examine the patterns too closely.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 18, 2007 10:58 AM

Boy didn't mention anything about rear-ending any European imports, did he?

Posted by: BillW at June 18, 2007 02:29 PM

The fact that I've allowed him back into the house would indicate an answer in the negative.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 18, 2007 02:36 PM