Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
With lots of help from the Boyo, Ben and Holly were both thoroughly scrubbed with the baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, soft soap and water mixture. I left it on them for about five minutes, then hosed them down, and sure enough, the stink was gone! WOOT! Now they just smell like wet dog!
I thought we were in for another rough night. But no, we shall sleep stench free!
When Holly Bedudah came dashing inside for the night, she went right into her kennel and settled in. When I called Ben in, he came right away, bringing with him the most god awful, rotting onion, decomposing flesh of a stinky wildebeest smell. He made it almost to the stairs before I banished him to the porch for the night. But the damage had been done. The house smelled quite horrid for bedtime, in spite of opening every possible window and venting as much of the stink as we could.
Fortunately by this morning the indoor smell had pretty much dissipated. Ben still reeks though, and we are off to the store to by ingredients for a skunk smell remedy. Liquid soap, hydrogen peroxide, and baking soda. I'll let you know how that works.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
We all have some sort of upper respiratory illness. We are hesitant to say Swine Flu, since it is undiagnosed. I think it's just a wonderful hacking cough with some congestion, low grade fever, and pounding headache thrown in for fun. OK Swine Flu would be easier. Still. I doubt very much that it is.
Anyway, the travels to Chicago went very well. A good time was had by all. The Boyo was very excited to see his cousins and was delighted with the visit. Upon leaving he stated that he loved everybody, but would miss great grandma most of all.
Another funny little Boyo quote. Before we left for Chicago we let him play some Wii to wear him out a bit. He loves tennis, and frequently plays against himself, leading to fast and furious footwork and hitting of the tennis ball. When he was finally convinced to play against the computer, he was challenged by two girl characters. "Look!" he exclaimed. "I'm playing against my wife!"
OK, we thought. No harm there. Well, as the game concluded he was victorious. Though he had his mother and I in hysterics and left us trying to explain to him what was so funny as he ran around the house screaming at the top of his lungs...
"I BEAT MY WIFE! I BEAT MY WIFE!"
Oh yeah, and I weeded the garden some today too. I hate being sick.
Monday, June 15, 2009
But I'm back now, so here's the catch up. (Mmmmm Ketchup!)
All four of us and our dogs piled into the car at the beginning of last week and headed to my folks house. Officially we were there so Dad and I could weld together a tower for his Topsy Turvy tomato bags.
Mission accomplished. I think we should call it :
Terry's Terrific Topsy Turvy Tomato Tower Thingy.
We got a gigantor tomato cage/tower welded up for his raised bed too. Now he should be able to harvest a good crop of the little red tasty treats.We also got some furniture moved around for mom and some organizing done!
We also had a delightful time visiting with the parentals.
I've only got two of the topsy turvy thingie, but I think I might have to make a tower like this sometime too!
The three shifts of paramedicing were eventful and stressful, and nothing I get to share here. So I'm looking forward to an upcoming ten day gap between shifts to relax, build and decompress!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I would roll out the groundcloth, having the Boyo hold the other end in place, a very important job. Then I'd cut off the piece and we would spread it over the plot. Then he and I would carefully put the ground cloth staples in to hold it in place.
I would cut holes in it where the plants would go, and we would plant.
Perhaps you also remember that the Boyo was having some problems determining where to walk in the garden. The center path was apparently not intuitive to a five year old, and he would walk through the plots instead tripping over the twine criss crossing the garden.
Well, after they were covered and planted it became much easier to see that shining center path, or so I thought. I was up on the fourth plot, the Boyo had grown bored with the repetition and had grabbed his purple watering can to helpfully water the plants we had already planted. He was at the bottom of the garden and I saw him getting ready to walk through the newly planted plot.
"Wait!" I said. "Remember that you are supposed to walk up the middle where the dirt is not covered!"
He looked at me for a moment, questioning.
"See all this nice black ground cloth that we put down?" I asked.
"Yeah Daddy." He said.
"Well, don't walk on the black cloth. Only where there is dirt. OK?"
He looked at me again, a little like I must be crazy, but answered "OK Daddy."
He then lifted his little foot very gingerly, looking like a sneaking cartoon character, and placed it squarely in the middle of one of the cutout circles where a little pepper plant had been tenderly planted not a half hour earlier.
I watched his little foot squish said plant and yelled in shock "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!"
He quickly jumped back to where he had started and looked a little shocked as well.
"You said to walk on the dirt!" He said.
I had to give him credit. Plant or no, he was just walking on the dirt! He was very concerned after I pointed out that he had squished the pepper, but we both agreed that the pepper would be fine (I crossing my fingers) and the crisis was averted.
Of course, I was much more careful to explain what dirt to walk on after that.
Post Script: The squished pepper came back like a champ and is doing quite good. I have since removed the twine that I used to lay out the plots, and the Boyo knows exactly where we can and can't walk out there!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
When I have a night shift, I'll usually try and stay up until the wee hours of the morning the day before it, then sleep all day to prepare for the shift. Sometimes though I fall asleep early in the night, and then I can't sleep much past noon. This time, I woke up at noon on the fourth, then went off to work a 7 pm to 7am shift. I had call until 11am after the shift. Not usually a big deal since I can then get a little sleep before the drive home.
This time though, there was a transfer going out, and I got called back in to work after an hour of being off the clock. My relief came at 11 am, and I headed for home, well caffinated by sweet tea from Mickey D's. Upon my return to my domicile, I showered and hung out with the family a bit, since they are all just too cute to ignore for sleep!
Once the Sweet Pea was ready for her nap, I finally got to lie down. That was after being awake for twenty six hours. After a three hour nap, I got up again and we went to dinner at our favorite Mexican place with some of our favorite friends.
One thing I am slowly learning... I'm not quite as able to pull off VLD's as I was when I was younger. Back in my USMC days, we'd do 48 - 72 hour ops, sleep 8-10 hours then do it again. I held up pretty well back then. Sometimes I miss being twenty.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
It seems that when he turned five, a switch was flipped to OVERDRIVE, and he has been going non-stop ever since. The volume has increased on his super power, that being the mighty Wall of Sound. And if I could just rig up a huge hamster wheel to the power grid and let him go, I'm sure we'd be selling juice back to the city.
Anyway, I finally got to cutting the rebar around dusk and had welded up one bean tower when it was time to put the kiddos to bed for the night. Always a fun time. The Boyo had earned a bedtime Unicorn story, which turned out to be about how to use your super powers to stay calm. After that and saying goodnight to the Sweet Pea, I headed back to the welder.
It had run out of wire, and while reloading that, I was having some trouble getting it to feed through. Now, my knowledge of how this machine works is limited to turning it on and welding. So I did what I always do when something seems broken. I took it apart to see if I could fix it.
It took some doing, and I did learn a great deal about the inner workings of my little welder, but I finally had reverse engineered it to the point where I found the problem and was able to fix it! By the time I had it all back together again, night had fallen.
So I moved the whole operation in front of the garage where our security light provided enough light to see what I was doing. I then finished up with three more bean towers! I have a total of seven now, and will have a great deal of bean soup stored up for the winter! And I loves my bean soup!
On top of feeling like I built the bean towers to survive a nuke, and fixing the welder, and having a pretty good day with the family, I got the rebar on sale! I might go back soon and stock up for more towers and cages!
I'll get pictures tomorrow of the bean towers. Until then...