Happy Hump Day! Continuing with the theme this week, I will now regale you with more dad. The fact that my father is a plumber, electrician, and generally good guy has led to many interesting encounters. Dad has many acquaintances through this line of work and nearly all of them have the same opinion of him. This has led to a host of connections that has helped dad throughout his life. One of the most interesting to me, is his relationship with the district DNR agent.
For those of you unfamiliar with this term, the DNR agent is the person responsible for enforcing the fish and wildlife laws. In other words he makes sure hunters and fishermen don't do anything illegal (which is why most hunters and fishermen avoid the DNR agent at all costs). It's kind of like when you are driving a fast sports care, you tend to avoid the police even if you aren't doing anything wrong. Well, because dad does all of his plumbing and electrical, they know each other well.
The best example of this relationship occurred my freshman year in high school. At the time, dad had a 60 something ford truck. To say this truck was interesting, is to be kind. The previous owner had hand painted it with house paint a bright blue with a white cab. From a distance (a mile is about right) it looked OK, up close, the brush strokes really came out, which is fine on a work of art, not so much on a truck. Anyway, since the truck was built in the 60's, it was made with steel. Now-a-days safety is based on safety features (airbags, seat belts, crumple zones, etc.), but back then, it was generally believed that what made a car safe was how much damage it could drive away from. Trucks from the era could probably have taken on a bulldozer and won. Knowing this, and adding in the fact that we were usually scraping by, you can understand dad's philosophy when it came to what to do when a deer decided to step onto the road in front of him. Most people slam on the brakes and brace themselves. Not dad. When he was in that truck, he would down shift and step on the gas (if he wasn't already at top speed).
"More humane to hit 'em at high speed and go for the instant kill," was the reasoning. So it came as no surprise when dad came home with an 8 point buck in the back of the truck the night before deer season opened.
Any other day of the year, dad probably would not have informed the DNR. Since Deer season started the next day and his friend might decide to stop by and see what was being butchered, dad figured he ought to call. So he called his friend, the DNR agent. This is the only time I can ever remember him showing up at our place in an official capacity. He walked around the truck and looked over the deer on all sides. Did a lot of frowning and finally asked his first question.
"Any damage to the truck?"
Dad simply smiled and said, "Think I need to realign my head lights, but they may have been like that before I hit the darn thing."
"How fast were you going?"
"Don't really know, I was speeding up at the time."
"How many is that now?"
"I don't know, about one a year a suppose, say 5."
At this point, the DNR agent just shook his head and said, "Alright, I can tell you didn't shoot him, but I really ought to classify that truck as a hunting implement."
Dad just smiled and shook the agents hand as he left. From that day on, though, the Truck was called the 2 ton gun.
Enjoy your day and have a wonderful week.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My dad was cool?
Day two of the Dad honorarium. Don't worry, He's still kicking and I hope he still is for years to come. Anyway, I was stuck for a bit on what to write today. I really haven't came up with anything substantial. I figure I'll just share a few of the things I slowly learned over the years. Stuff he never told me until I either discovered it and asked, or someone else mentioned it. For instance, it wasn't until I was almost 30 that I discovered that dad's first new car was a Hemi Cuda he bought while in the Air Force. I discovered this when we were going through a stack of old pictures we had while I was home on leave. I pull out this picture of dad in front of this shiny new car.
"Who's car is this?" I asked.
Dad simply looked at it and said, "Mine."
No elaboration, just the simple declaration that at one time, dad was cool. I already had an inkling of that from looking at his year books from High school that Grandma so nicely provided us kids. Turned out, that dad was a stud in high school. He may not have played sports, but he and his friends ran the school. The notes left in the aforementioned yearbooks ranged from the simple miss you, to the elaborate remembrances and nearly tear filled good byes. And nearly every single girl in his class had something to say beyond the compulsory nice miss you note. Needless to say, finding out dad was cool was one of the many things we found out. The few things he volunteered were innocuous and safe. Reflecting on what I tell my boys, I can only imagine just what kinds of things he got into.
Now I know some of you are wondering, "what about the Cuda? He obviously didn't have it when you were growing up. What happened to it?" In the same conversation that we discovered he owned it, he admitted that he had to sell it during the 70's fuel crisis since he couldn't afford gas for it. He admitted to missing it. and regretting selling it.
His response when I asked if he would have let me drive it in high school? "Are you serious?!" Thanks dad. I love you too.
Well, I think that about covers it. Just remember, every dad may have been cool at one time. Mine still is, it just took me 30 years to realize it. Have a wonderful day.
"Who's car is this?" I asked.
Dad simply looked at it and said, "Mine."
No elaboration, just the simple declaration that at one time, dad was cool. I already had an inkling of that from looking at his year books from High school that Grandma so nicely provided us kids. Turned out, that dad was a stud in high school. He may not have played sports, but he and his friends ran the school. The notes left in the aforementioned yearbooks ranged from the simple miss you, to the elaborate remembrances and nearly tear filled good byes. And nearly every single girl in his class had something to say beyond the compulsory nice miss you note. Needless to say, finding out dad was cool was one of the many things we found out. The few things he volunteered were innocuous and safe. Reflecting on what I tell my boys, I can only imagine just what kinds of things he got into.
Now I know some of you are wondering, "what about the Cuda? He obviously didn't have it when you were growing up. What happened to it?" In the same conversation that we discovered he owned it, he admitted that he had to sell it during the 70's fuel crisis since he couldn't afford gas for it. He admitted to missing it. and regretting selling it.
His response when I asked if he would have let me drive it in high school? "Are you serious?!" Thanks dad. I love you too.
Well, I think that about covers it. Just remember, every dad may have been cool at one time. Mine still is, it just took me 30 years to realize it. Have a wonderful day.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Dad's wisdom
So I missed posting on Saturday. It wasn't really that busy, I just never got around to it. Sorry. Anyway, I am now back at work and I have a bit to do so I will keep it short today. I got the camper in to the shop Friday and it looks like it will cast me in the neighborhood of $300 to get it up and running for the camping season. I should hear from the shop this afternoon. All in all, it wasn't a bad weekend.
Now to let you in on my theme for the week. With Father's Day coming up on Sunday (yes, it is that close), I have decided that this week will be dedicated to posts on my dad. Either I will tell a story about him, or share a lesson I learned from him. Today, I share a quick lesson.
The lesson is basic and can be summed up in one phrase. "It is better to have a little to much, than not enough." At the time, he was referring to cutting lengths of wire for rewiring a house, but I have found that this simple philosophy applies to many parts of our lives. Meals for example. Every time, I try to make the exact right amount so I don't over cook, I end up with to little. The only time I have enough for everyone consistently is when I throw in a little extra, just in case. It can also apply to your saving account and expense planning. Think about it, which is worse, over estimating how much something will cost, or convincing yourself that something is cheaper than it actually is.
There is a flip side to this. You can find yourself going beyond what is prudent, into the realm of excess. As my dad said, just a few inches extra is all you really need, otherwise it's just waste. In other words, use a little bit of self control when getting that little extra. Don't make a five course meal for 20 when you're expecting 10. Don't overestimate the cost by doubling it. Don't add an hour onto a 15 minute commute.
Now I know some of you are thinking that there are areas where to much is just to much like alcohol. I agree, but I wasn't referring to that. The whole premise behind the philosophy is planning. This isn't about consumption or implementation, it's about planning. If you try to apply this to the activity currently in progress, you may find yourself in hot water. As always, prudence is necessary when implementing a plan.
Well, that's it for today. I look forward to tomorrow. Thanks Dad for all your wisdom and lessons taught.
Now to let you in on my theme for the week. With Father's Day coming up on Sunday (yes, it is that close), I have decided that this week will be dedicated to posts on my dad. Either I will tell a story about him, or share a lesson I learned from him. Today, I share a quick lesson.
The lesson is basic and can be summed up in one phrase. "It is better to have a little to much, than not enough." At the time, he was referring to cutting lengths of wire for rewiring a house, but I have found that this simple philosophy applies to many parts of our lives. Meals for example. Every time, I try to make the exact right amount so I don't over cook, I end up with to little. The only time I have enough for everyone consistently is when I throw in a little extra, just in case. It can also apply to your saving account and expense planning. Think about it, which is worse, over estimating how much something will cost, or convincing yourself that something is cheaper than it actually is.
There is a flip side to this. You can find yourself going beyond what is prudent, into the realm of excess. As my dad said, just a few inches extra is all you really need, otherwise it's just waste. In other words, use a little bit of self control when getting that little extra. Don't make a five course meal for 20 when you're expecting 10. Don't overestimate the cost by doubling it. Don't add an hour onto a 15 minute commute.
Now I know some of you are thinking that there are areas where to much is just to much like alcohol. I agree, but I wasn't referring to that. The whole premise behind the philosophy is planning. This isn't about consumption or implementation, it's about planning. If you try to apply this to the activity currently in progress, you may find yourself in hot water. As always, prudence is necessary when implementing a plan.
Well, that's it for today. I look forward to tomorrow. Thanks Dad for all your wisdom and lessons taught.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Friday randomness and ranting
So it's Friday. The end of the week for most, just one more day for me. The reason? I have duty tomorrow. 24 hours of fun (not sarcasm) and running in circles. Looks like you may get a bonus edition this week. Oh well. Today, I need to weed eat and stop at the RV shop to set an appointment for my trailer. If it doesn't cost to much, I will set it for after next payday, otherwise, I will set it for as soon as I can. I am afraid that it going to cost me more than I really hope, but I can't do the work myself (I have no clue what I am doing) so I will have to pay an expert to do it.
Anyway, it looks as though it will be an interesting weekend. Hopefully, I can get enough sleep on my duty day, so I don't have to miss church. It has been a long week. Then again the first week back after leave always is. Especially if you are used to going non stop and you have a desk job that is 99% waiting for someone to need you and 1% watching other people work. The only excitement in my job is trying to figure out which websites to visit that are 1. interesting, 2. safe, 3. allowed, and 4. not overly repetitive. The only problem is, that for some reason, when you become the boss, you forget that you have nothing to do except search the Internet and you aer expected to keep busy. About every 3 or 4 months we get told that we are wasting to much time on the Internet and we need to stop. They then tell us that we can't read non work related material (if they said books, we'd read newspapers and magazines) or do puzzles. "If you're bored, read the tech manual." Try reading the manuals for all you electronic equipment at home for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week and see how long you last. Oh, and sleeping at work is definitely not allowed. After a week of everyone in the office congregating in one location and have a large and loud conversation about nothing, they tend to change their stance and allow "limited" surfing. In other words, go back to what you were doing. It always amazes me that this continually repeats.
Wow, I really went off there didn't I? Guess I should just relax and let it go. Anyway, You all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy yourselves. Keep a stiff upper lip and all that jazz.
Anyway, it looks as though it will be an interesting weekend. Hopefully, I can get enough sleep on my duty day, so I don't have to miss church. It has been a long week. Then again the first week back after leave always is. Especially if you are used to going non stop and you have a desk job that is 99% waiting for someone to need you and 1% watching other people work. The only excitement in my job is trying to figure out which websites to visit that are 1. interesting, 2. safe, 3. allowed, and 4. not overly repetitive. The only problem is, that for some reason, when you become the boss, you forget that you have nothing to do except search the Internet and you aer expected to keep busy. About every 3 or 4 months we get told that we are wasting to much time on the Internet and we need to stop. They then tell us that we can't read non work related material (if they said books, we'd read newspapers and magazines) or do puzzles. "If you're bored, read the tech manual." Try reading the manuals for all you electronic equipment at home for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week and see how long you last. Oh, and sleeping at work is definitely not allowed. After a week of everyone in the office congregating in one location and have a large and loud conversation about nothing, they tend to change their stance and allow "limited" surfing. In other words, go back to what you were doing. It always amazes me that this continually repeats.
Wow, I really went off there didn't I? Guess I should just relax and let it go. Anyway, You all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy yourselves. Keep a stiff upper lip and all that jazz.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Random Thursday Thoughts
So today is change of command. Conveniently, I forgot bits and pieces of my uniform so I didn't have to participate. I did however have to sit in the office and work, which makes me the late guy today. Oh well. So I was thinking that there has got to be a better way to do yard work. I decided it was time my kids started doing it. So tonight I get to see my 9 year old push the mower for the first time. I hope he can do it. That way he can get it done while I am at work this summer. If not, I will give him other things to do. There is so much that I need to to do. Especially since I need to put the house up for sale so I can have it sold before I retire. The backyard has holes and hills and needs a bit of smoothing. Both the front and back need re-seeding. I have a strip of yard under the front window that needs landscaped (namely weeded, matted, and rocks put down). Not to mention I need to put gravel down in my parking space and fill some holes there as well.
Enough of my yard woes. I am so looking forward to doing stuff with my boys this summer. I need to get my fishing license so I can take them fishing. I really do want to do some fishing with them. The ponds here on base are stocked and I know the boys will love it. They have been bothering me to let them practice casting. Mathew is getting pretty good and John and David are already pretty decent at it and are working on accuracy vice distance now. I so look forward to it. I also think Laura will enjoy the experience of camping at new places this summer. We have already decided that we have to go to Mt Rainier this summer. Not sure when we will start as I still have a lot to do to the camper to get it ready. I think the boys would try to sleep out in the backyard in their tent if Laura would let them. I don't know whether they would last the night or not, but it would be interesting. I don't know if I could resist trying to scare them (Laura might be able to stop me, but I would probably try anyway). At least the weather is turning nice now. Oh well. Not much else is going on. I will continue to write daily when I can. If you have ideas for topics, please write it in the comments. I have started to notice that I am quickly running out of ideas. Thanks and enjoy.
Enough of my yard woes. I am so looking forward to doing stuff with my boys this summer. I need to get my fishing license so I can take them fishing. I really do want to do some fishing with them. The ponds here on base are stocked and I know the boys will love it. They have been bothering me to let them practice casting. Mathew is getting pretty good and John and David are already pretty decent at it and are working on accuracy vice distance now. I so look forward to it. I also think Laura will enjoy the experience of camping at new places this summer. We have already decided that we have to go to Mt Rainier this summer. Not sure when we will start as I still have a lot to do to the camper to get it ready. I think the boys would try to sleep out in the backyard in their tent if Laura would let them. I don't know whether they would last the night or not, but it would be interesting. I don't know if I could resist trying to scare them (Laura might be able to stop me, but I would probably try anyway). At least the weather is turning nice now. Oh well. Not much else is going on. I will continue to write daily when I can. If you have ideas for topics, please write it in the comments. I have started to notice that I am quickly running out of ideas. Thanks and enjoy.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Drivers and the odd stuff.
So it's happy hump day and I have yet to decide on a topic. I guess it just isn't coming to me. The blank is deep and wide and I just can't seem to find a way across it. Anyway, the fact is that I usually do this at work during a lull in the action (there tends to be a lot of those here), but that also means that I get interrupted and sometimes derailed by other conversations. Unfortunately, today is one of those days where the conversation is either unrepeatable and Thus I am distancing myself as much as possible, or it is on a subject I care nothing about. Either way, it isn't helping much other than to give me something to cite as unhelpful.
Let's talk about cars and the people who drive them. Seems to me that the instant someone gets a driving license they suddenly get a second personality. That nice girl who is always considerate of others becomes a rage filled speed demon that has to take the entire highway. The punk, who is always trying to find new and interesting ways to skirt the laws, is now the highway vigilante that drives at the speed limit next to the grandma who can't find the gas pedal. The law abiding neighbor suddenly finds that the horn has a nice ring to it and is trying to determine exactly the sex of the fly that died on your bumper by using his brights and getting as close as possible.. And it turns out that you are the only one on the road that knows how to drive. You commonly hear yourself saying things like, "the gas is the pedal on the right!" "Look at that speed demon!" "Get off my bumper!" Etc. The funny thing is, everyone is driving with the exact same attitude, "My way is right, your way is wrong, and get off the road." No one is immune. I like to call it, the I-Am-Right syndrome.
I believe it can be traced back to high school. This is that age where you discover that your parents are old and uncool, teachers don't know everything, the world is out to get you, and the opposite sex is worth staring at (among other things). And for some reason, we decided that this would be an appropriate time to introduce these confused, self absorbed, and egotistical beings to an automobile. Who is the idiot who thought of that. Let's put someone who thinks that they know it all, have no fear, and think they will live forever in command of a 2000 pound piece of metal and flammable materials that can go 100 mph. Who else thinks this is a bad Idea. What makes this even more absurd is that we expect people who can barely pay attention to a teacher for 10 minutes to be able to concentrate enough to operate these deathtraps on the road with other people who are the exact same way. So let me see if I got everything. Large metal object with a combustible fuel, traveling at highway speeds, requiring concentration and coordination to operate. Give it to a person that: Has no concept of courtesy, has a 30 second attention span, believes him/herself immortal, and believes that they know it all. Granted, not all kids are this way, but let's be honest, most are. If you think otherwise, try this little test. Give your kid a tennis ball and a golf ball. Have them balance them on the backs of their hands and watch a movie of your choosing. Tell them they have to keep the balls balanced on their hands and that you are going to ask 10 questions about the movie at the end. Make them watch 15 minutes of the movie and then ask them questions about the movie. Make the questions simple like what is the name of the secondary character, or what color car were they driving. This is equivalent to what you have to do while driving. I'm willing to be they can't get all 10 questions right or that they failed to keep the balls balanced. Now for the fun part. Let them do it to you. I am kind of afraid to find out how I do. Especially since I just made all of this up and have no clue how well this works. Sounds interesting though doesn't it. Have a wonderful day.
Let's talk about cars and the people who drive them. Seems to me that the instant someone gets a driving license they suddenly get a second personality. That nice girl who is always considerate of others becomes a rage filled speed demon that has to take the entire highway. The punk, who is always trying to find new and interesting ways to skirt the laws, is now the highway vigilante that drives at the speed limit next to the grandma who can't find the gas pedal. The law abiding neighbor suddenly finds that the horn has a nice ring to it and is trying to determine exactly the sex of the fly that died on your bumper by using his brights and getting as close as possible.. And it turns out that you are the only one on the road that knows how to drive. You commonly hear yourself saying things like, "the gas is the pedal on the right!" "Look at that speed demon!" "Get off my bumper!" Etc. The funny thing is, everyone is driving with the exact same attitude, "My way is right, your way is wrong, and get off the road." No one is immune. I like to call it, the I-Am-Right syndrome.
I believe it can be traced back to high school. This is that age where you discover that your parents are old and uncool, teachers don't know everything, the world is out to get you, and the opposite sex is worth staring at (among other things). And for some reason, we decided that this would be an appropriate time to introduce these confused, self absorbed, and egotistical beings to an automobile. Who is the idiot who thought of that. Let's put someone who thinks that they know it all, have no fear, and think they will live forever in command of a 2000 pound piece of metal and flammable materials that can go 100 mph. Who else thinks this is a bad Idea. What makes this even more absurd is that we expect people who can barely pay attention to a teacher for 10 minutes to be able to concentrate enough to operate these deathtraps on the road with other people who are the exact same way. So let me see if I got everything. Large metal object with a combustible fuel, traveling at highway speeds, requiring concentration and coordination to operate. Give it to a person that: Has no concept of courtesy, has a 30 second attention span, believes him/herself immortal, and believes that they know it all. Granted, not all kids are this way, but let's be honest, most are. If you think otherwise, try this little test. Give your kid a tennis ball and a golf ball. Have them balance them on the backs of their hands and watch a movie of your choosing. Tell them they have to keep the balls balanced on their hands and that you are going to ask 10 questions about the movie at the end. Make them watch 15 minutes of the movie and then ask them questions about the movie. Make the questions simple like what is the name of the secondary character, or what color car were they driving. This is equivalent to what you have to do while driving. I'm willing to be they can't get all 10 questions right or that they failed to keep the balls balanced. Now for the fun part. Let them do it to you. I am kind of afraid to find out how I do. Especially since I just made all of this up and have no clue how well this works. Sounds interesting though doesn't it. Have a wonderful day.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
It's been a few weeks since my last post. A quick run down of what has occurred since I last wrote. The wife and I spent 12 wonderful days in Italy (Sans Kids), The mother in law is in town and we have been forcibly pampering her to the best of our abilities despite her protests. The boys have been little hellions as usual, the grass has grown tremendously (I still haven't mowed and keep finding reasons not to), and we pulled the camper out to get it ready for the camping season. All in all, we have been busy.
The trip to Italy was awesome as previously noted. We probably averaged 5 to 6 miles of walking a day. The country was beautiful and even in the areas where English wasn't spoken, the people were friendly and tried to understand what we wanted. The food was out of this world. even the sandwiches at gas stations blew our minds. It was really a mostly trouble free trip. All of the problems occurred either on the way to, or coming from Italy. On the way there, we got to the airport in Seattle and realized we didn't have our international driving permits (turns out we didn't need them), then in Paris for our change of planes, we found out that we had to go through customs and then go through security again. We got to our gate and found out the plane was delayed by 45 minutes. When we finally boarded, we sat at the gate for 45 minutes before we were informed that someone failed to get on the plane but his luggage made it and they were looking for it. 1.5 hours and 3 times through the luggage and they still hadn't found his luggage, so they lined up all the luggage on the tarmac next to the plane and had us exit through the front door, identify our luggage, then re board the plane through the rear door. All this after Laura and I had been up about 24 hours. We finally got to Rome (3 hours late) and headed to the Hotel. We ended up getting separated on the subway. Laura (rather than take a return train to the appropriate station) walked to the Hotel and checked us in. We managed to meet up outside the proper station 45 minutes later. That was the last trouble we had until we went to leave. Turns out, our plane leaving was so early, that there was no train to the airport so we had to sleep in the airport or drop 50 euros on a cab. We slept at the airport. Then the plane was delayed by 30 minutes since the flight crew was late. Once again we had to go through customs and another security screening in Paris which meant we barely made our flight to Seattle. Since those were the only bad spots of the trip to Italy, it was a great trip. I will post a detailed blog on the trip once I am done typing it up (it's a work in progress since I am transposing the journal I kept with my wife). All in all, it has been a fun couple of weeks.
The mother in law has been a joy. We keep telling her that treating her as we do is the least we can do since she babysat our 4 boys (did I mention that they were boys and that there were4 of them) for us while we were in Italy. She constantly tries to slip us money and pay for meals, etc. We have thoroughly enjoyed having her here. The boys have loved having her here and we are all going to miss her. I loved having someone else to cook for.
As for the camper, we have a lot to do with it prior to camping. We have to get it in to get a new battery, a cable replaced, and the vent repaired (it got blown open during a snow storm and damaged as a result). We also have to do some major cleaning in it as the snowstorm that managed to damage the vent, also got some water inside and created a little mildew, not to mention that the outside managed to grow its own protective algae layer.
Well, that about covers it for today. Come back tomorrow for Happy Hump Day. See then.
The trip to Italy was awesome as previously noted. We probably averaged 5 to 6 miles of walking a day. The country was beautiful and even in the areas where English wasn't spoken, the people were friendly and tried to understand what we wanted. The food was out of this world. even the sandwiches at gas stations blew our minds. It was really a mostly trouble free trip. All of the problems occurred either on the way to, or coming from Italy. On the way there, we got to the airport in Seattle and realized we didn't have our international driving permits (turns out we didn't need them), then in Paris for our change of planes, we found out that we had to go through customs and then go through security again. We got to our gate and found out the plane was delayed by 45 minutes. When we finally boarded, we sat at the gate for 45 minutes before we were informed that someone failed to get on the plane but his luggage made it and they were looking for it. 1.5 hours and 3 times through the luggage and they still hadn't found his luggage, so they lined up all the luggage on the tarmac next to the plane and had us exit through the front door, identify our luggage, then re board the plane through the rear door. All this after Laura and I had been up about 24 hours. We finally got to Rome (3 hours late) and headed to the Hotel. We ended up getting separated on the subway. Laura (rather than take a return train to the appropriate station) walked to the Hotel and checked us in. We managed to meet up outside the proper station 45 minutes later. That was the last trouble we had until we went to leave. Turns out, our plane leaving was so early, that there was no train to the airport so we had to sleep in the airport or drop 50 euros on a cab. We slept at the airport. Then the plane was delayed by 30 minutes since the flight crew was late. Once again we had to go through customs and another security screening in Paris which meant we barely made our flight to Seattle. Since those were the only bad spots of the trip to Italy, it was a great trip. I will post a detailed blog on the trip once I am done typing it up (it's a work in progress since I am transposing the journal I kept with my wife). All in all, it has been a fun couple of weeks.
The mother in law has been a joy. We keep telling her that treating her as we do is the least we can do since she babysat our 4 boys (did I mention that they were boys and that there were4 of them) for us while we were in Italy. She constantly tries to slip us money and pay for meals, etc. We have thoroughly enjoyed having her here. The boys have loved having her here and we are all going to miss her. I loved having someone else to cook for.
As for the camper, we have a lot to do with it prior to camping. We have to get it in to get a new battery, a cable replaced, and the vent repaired (it got blown open during a snow storm and damaged as a result). We also have to do some major cleaning in it as the snowstorm that managed to damage the vent, also got some water inside and created a little mildew, not to mention that the outside managed to grow its own protective algae layer.
Well, that about covers it for today. Come back tomorrow for Happy Hump Day. See then.
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