Sometimes Projects are Good!

Debbie looked for a long time to find another project (actually no time at all). We are in the process of tiling the back patio that has been expanded 2 times. We had to seal the crack between each of the expansions were poured before we laid the tile. Anyway we were working on it yesterday (Friday) when Chuck drove into the backyard in his 2006 Mazda Miata Convertible. Chuck is 72 and looks 82. I usually like to go to Walmart and Home Depot with him because they ask him if I am his son. Burns Chuck's butt when they ask. I had to drive him to Mesquite to buy the Miata on Monday. Took about 4 hours at the dealership and he was about to climb up the wall because he is more impatient that me. When we went down town Granbury with the top down, people were smiling and pointing at us. I thought it was neat until Chuck said that we looked like a couple "old gay farts"!

Looks like I won't be riding in his Miata (with the top down) in the near future. I will use the excuse that I am too busy laying tile on back patio....Thanks Deb.

Retired Tired

My lovely wife, Deb, has been badgering me for the past year to write my own blog... Ok Deb, the blog begins in 2003 when she wanted me me to retire and move closer to the grand kids. Because of her pleading, I retire and we move to Granbury, Texas. Since I retired, I have been anything but retired. We have taken on many projects. I'll give you one guess as to who wanted all of these projects. Just a few of the projects are: Extending the back patio from a 6 X 8 to a 17 X 27, 12 foot gazebo, 8x10 storage building, Grand kids Play Center, with a stage for Jack and Molly to have plays for us grown ups, Double carport for our newly acquired travel trailer, riding mower and golf cart, Pirate ship, landscape timber fence, sprinkler system, painting interior of our house, extending our fence by about 100', just to mention a few. I get tired just thinking about them. What is really sad is that Deb has a list of many many more projects that she hasn't shared with me. There's a message in Proverbs about nothing worse than living in a house with a unhappy woman. King Solomon, David's son, wrote it. He had the right to write it because he had many wives and a lot of complaining. Fortunate for him, he was a king and his people had to do all of the things that his wives wanted. I am fairly certain that he didn't build a Pirate ship out of landscape timbers or extended his patio. He could just ring a bell and his servants had to "snap to it". Why wasn't I born a king?



Please see my slide show of Pecos New Mexico. We pulled our camper to Pecos in late July of this past year. It is approximately an 11 hour drive. We absolutely love it there. I fly fish and relax in knowing that we can't work on any projects. Of course, we had to take Mira (our dog). She is a worthless dog...can't do much but beg to get inside the house and howl miserably when she doesn't get her way. While in Pecos, Deb and I went to Santa Fe to shop. We had to leave Mira in the camper at the campsite since she couldn't pass as a seeing eye dog in the restaurant. When we returned, each and everyone of the people who were at the campsite came to our camper to inform us that Mira howled the entire time we were gone. So, on the next trip to Santa Fe, we left her out hoping someone would adopt her. When we returned, one of the elderly ladies that camped near us, brought Mira back and looked "down her nose" at us because we left our poor dog outside. Deb and I are certain that the lady was probably kin to one of Solomon's wives.



Deb and I are very involved in our church. We just finished teaching the Sunday School 4th grade class. I will be teaching our adult class for a few Sundays this quarter. We love it here because of our anonymity. Deb hated being introduced as the superintendent's wife.



If you are bored with this posting and you want to stop reading...you have an excellent opportunity because I want to write a few things about our grand kids. Don't you just hate it when people pull out pictures and start talking about grand kids? ME TOO.



Jack, our oldest at age 5, appears to have the talent to be a hard hitting linebacker as well as becoming an outstanding actor. Molly, our next oldest at 3, will probably become a great veterinarian (specializing in felines) and a stunt car driver. Max, our youngest at 18 months, will probably become an opthamologist known for his continual pointing at the letters on a eye chart and a stand up comedian/ventriloquist specializing in animal sounds (with the Billy Goat being his best).



Well, I just hope that Deb is happy now!