Day 342
No one other than a mother knows what is feels like to know that your child is sick and far from home. It's something we have to keep secret from Gma or she will get sympathy pains and get sick herself. I guess Erica just has one of those Korean bugs that she is not used to. Probably the kid that keeps touching her watch wanting to know when class is over is the culprit.
My stomach pain is getting to be a nuisance. I would like to know what is causing it and will probably call the GI doctor this week if it doesn't get dramatically better. It is also causing me to have these strong coughs that almost gag me and make it difficult to hold my bladder:)
The Labor Day party sorta flopped. Lots of ado about not much. We had 2 of the 10 guests we were expecting. Good ol' Pam and Jeremy. We had fun and I took some pics I will post later. We just have lots of food and beer left over. I guess Labor Day is a bad time. I didn't plan it real far in advance because I didn't want people in the office feeling left out. Gosh, I really did work hard though- I scrubbed the patio with several harsh chemicals to try to remove the oil spills. Still didn't work but I did break a sweat. The grossest thing happened yesterday, that I told Rick I wouldn't tell it to everyone at the party- so instead I will post it to the internet! I was going to spend time cleaning my house in the morning. Instead I go out to look at the grill- trying to figure out the source of the oil that leaked all over the patio. I opned the cover and looked inside and there was a full grown MOUSE running around- it looked at me and then when about his business of whatever mice do. I hurried and shut the lid and called Rick. Erica, you know how this goes from here because even though your dad is the man of the house- he doesn't care for rodents any more than the rest of us. Remember the dead pigeon. I told him to come and "brush" it out of there. He gave me one of his twisted looks and said he was watching a show and would get to it "later". I thought "later" could mean days and "crap, we might not be using the bbq tonight". Where there is mice, there are mice droppings. Surprisingly soon, Rick came back out with the small broom with no handle. I knew better than to laugh out loud- but it seemed like a rather small tool to remove a mouse. He opened the lid and stood back, ready to attack (Rick that is, not the mouse), and the mouse took one look at him and was outta there before Rick could raise his hand. It was funny- however again I held back the laughter. The next two hours we spent disinfecting a mice dropping infested grill. It was not how I planned to spend my time. I guess I need to put a mouse trap under the grill to prevent that from happening again.
I ran around and shopped for food and beer after the mouse disaster. Now we have beer we have to keep from K and his friends- you know if it disappears K will know nothing about it. It is too tempting to keep around. Maybe I will take it to Gma fridge. Her's is empty and K is not over there with people who might take it. Anyway we watched Erica's video and then the end of Meet the Fockers. We had a few laughs.
We celebrated Cliff's birthday last night since he is here. He got 2 monkey cards (one from you Erica- that one we looked at but I forgot to send with you) and a Redneck brother card from Rick and me. I hate that he is alone on his birthday. . . . .
Rick, Cliff, K and Jeremy went golfing yesterday at St. Andrews. Kevin was very happy because he had his all time low score for 18 holes. It really helps when he can ride a cart. He got a 70! No one was really even close to him in the foursome so I think he felt like a pro. Gosh, if for some reason he could stay consistent at that score he would definitely play jr. college or college golf. Dad was so proud of him. I know there are others who score like that can't stay consistant. He was pleasant last night at the party and has seemed to be trying. Contentment is a nice thing. Sometimes I would still like to see him hang around other kids, but I know that I really can't be the judge. I have to trust his judgement just like I did Erica. We can't control who our kids like.
No one other than a mother knows what is feels like to know that your child is sick and far from home. It's something we have to keep secret from Gma or she will get sympathy pains and get sick herself. I guess Erica just has one of those Korean bugs that she is not used to. Probably the kid that keeps touching her watch wanting to know when class is over is the culprit.
My stomach pain is getting to be a nuisance. I would like to know what is causing it and will probably call the GI doctor this week if it doesn't get dramatically better. It is also causing me to have these strong coughs that almost gag me and make it difficult to hold my bladder:)
The Labor Day party sorta flopped. Lots of ado about not much. We had 2 of the 10 guests we were expecting. Good ol' Pam and Jeremy. We had fun and I took some pics I will post later. We just have lots of food and beer left over. I guess Labor Day is a bad time. I didn't plan it real far in advance because I didn't want people in the office feeling left out. Gosh, I really did work hard though- I scrubbed the patio with several harsh chemicals to try to remove the oil spills. Still didn't work but I did break a sweat. The grossest thing happened yesterday, that I told Rick I wouldn't tell it to everyone at the party- so instead I will post it to the internet! I was going to spend time cleaning my house in the morning. Instead I go out to look at the grill- trying to figure out the source of the oil that leaked all over the patio. I opned the cover and looked inside and there was a full grown MOUSE running around- it looked at me and then when about his business of whatever mice do. I hurried and shut the lid and called Rick. Erica, you know how this goes from here because even though your dad is the man of the house- he doesn't care for rodents any more than the rest of us. Remember the dead pigeon. I told him to come and "brush" it out of there. He gave me one of his twisted looks and said he was watching a show and would get to it "later". I thought "later" could mean days and "crap, we might not be using the bbq tonight". Where there is mice, there are mice droppings. Surprisingly soon, Rick came back out with the small broom with no handle. I knew better than to laugh out loud- but it seemed like a rather small tool to remove a mouse. He opened the lid and stood back, ready to attack (Rick that is, not the mouse), and the mouse took one look at him and was outta there before Rick could raise his hand. It was funny- however again I held back the laughter. The next two hours we spent disinfecting a mice dropping infested grill. It was not how I planned to spend my time. I guess I need to put a mouse trap under the grill to prevent that from happening again.
I ran around and shopped for food and beer after the mouse disaster. Now we have beer we have to keep from K and his friends- you know if it disappears K will know nothing about it. It is too tempting to keep around. Maybe I will take it to Gma fridge. Her's is empty and K is not over there with people who might take it. Anyway we watched Erica's video and then the end of Meet the Fockers. We had a few laughs.
We celebrated Cliff's birthday last night since he is here. He got 2 monkey cards (one from you Erica- that one we looked at but I forgot to send with you) and a Redneck brother card from Rick and me. I hate that he is alone on his birthday. . . . .
Rick, Cliff, K and Jeremy went golfing yesterday at St. Andrews. Kevin was very happy because he had his all time low score for 18 holes. It really helps when he can ride a cart. He got a 70! No one was really even close to him in the foursome so I think he felt like a pro. Gosh, if for some reason he could stay consistent at that score he would definitely play jr. college or college golf. Dad was so proud of him. I know there are others who score like that can't stay consistant. He was pleasant last night at the party and has seemed to be trying. Contentment is a nice thing. Sometimes I would still like to see him hang around other kids, but I know that I really can't be the judge. I have to trust his judgement just like I did Erica. We can't control who our kids like.
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