Typical Friday night, many useless little, er, uh...I mean early teenage children congregated in a driveway. When Molly drives by in the minibus, one decides to run alongside the van to see if he can run as fast. I lost it, told Molly to stop the van, and jumped out. It is SO FUN to strike fear in the hearts of those little heathens that deserve it. Like cockroaches when the light comes on, they run for the garage. I proceed to the front door and begin knocking (pounding really). Junior answers with Mom in tow. "May I help you?" I am in no mood and lay into Junior with Mom caught more than a little off guard. "I was just crossing the street," says Junior. "Your an idiot and a liar," says I. Now mom is in Mama Bear mode. Fair enough. I explain, over top of Juniors pathetic excuses, what he did and how it is a very good way to die. Mind you, it is about 8:55 at night, so young Junior is a little hard to see running down the road. Mom assures me that when Dad gets home there will be a lengthy discussion. Who knows, but I doubt Junior wants to ever see me again. And maybe he'll think twice before being a complete idiot the next time.
Saturday I got to have some great time with Patrick in the morning. We made run to Lowes to get a board for a new shelf. We had a blast looking at tools, parts for a playset, new grills, and generally clowning around. It was during our time looking at the pre-packaged playsets that my avid little reader noticed MADE IN CHINA on the box. "Made in China, that stinks. It's probably junk," says Patrick. Gotta love him. So later we are looking at some shovels, because what 6 year old boy doesn't like shovels. MADE IN CHINA, right on the neck of the shovel. "Is EVERYTHING made in China?" asks Patrick. From the mouths of babes. So, we looked hard and were able to find on shovel that was Made in USA. He gave me his blessing to buy that kind should we need a shovel. Patrick is a big fan of protectionism at this point in his socio-economic viewpoint development. From what I read he would be bad for the global economy. I still bought him some gum and a candybar (both made in the US) for the ride home (in our Chevy Silverado, manufactured at Fort Wayne Assembly in Ft. Wayne, IN).
This brings us to the Office Project. Here is our office before:
And actually, this is after some of the work had been started. This began at approximately 1:00 pm. Files were emptied, garbage bags were filled, and furniture was moved, sometimes more than once. On a good note, I got the chance to use the table saw Dad gave me (Thanks Pop) to cut out the new shelve in the recessed bookcase so any day you spend time in the shed with a saw is a good one. At 8:30 I was mentally drained so I completed my portion today. Here is what it looks like now:
It is actually very hard to represent in a picture the full extent of this purging and reorganization, but the most telling fact is Molly's comment today: "I actually like to be in this room now." Oh, and if any of my Briarpatch brethren are checking in, the club trophy is on the wall, in MY OFFICE, where it was naturally meant to be!!!
Other than that, pretty low key weekend. Kurtis did a science experiment where he looked at micrometeorites in rain water under his microscope, which was pretty cool. Here is the mad scientist at work:The Katelyn quote for the weekend (and there were plenty to choose from) came Saturday afternoon. She is on the couch, still in PJs, into what is likely her 4th hour of toonies. I walk in and say, "What's that smell? I think I smell your brain cooking into mush." Without missing a beat she says, "Nope. Mom's cooking spaghetti."
We sit all day trying to think of something witty and funny to put on our blogs, and it simply flows from Katelyn's mouth.
ReplyDeleteYeah, there could probably be a entire blog on just the things she says on a daily basis. The fear is that the attitude is going to overtake the cuteness in the very near future.
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