This is one of our most popular toupees. It's great for when you visit big cities. No one has ever been mugged while wearing this style. It says "Stay away. I'm not right. You don't want any of this!"
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Happy Easter
Happy Easter ! This morning my good friend Terry came over and we had a great talk and prayer time together. We had much to thank God for. Nancy and Caitlin and I went to The 11:45 service at church, Granger Community Church. It was awesome! We love our church.
Then we went to Carol and Kevins for an amazing meal. Thanks so much you guys!
From there we went to visit Nancy's mom in the nursing home. She didn't talk, but she smiled at us. We came home, I read, wrote, watched some TV, played with the pooch, and now I'm giving myself early bed. Goodnight.
Then we went to Carol and Kevins for an amazing meal. Thanks so much you guys!
From there we went to visit Nancy's mom in the nursing home. She didn't talk, but she smiled at us. We came home, I read, wrote, watched some TV, played with the pooch, and now I'm giving myself early bed. Goodnight.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
My Day
Today I met my good friend Dean at Tradewinds, my favorite place to eat breakfast. We had a great talk and then we sat in my car and prayed after we ate. He paid for my meal. Thanks Dean! It was snowing like crazy. I bet we had 2-3 inches. I can't believe this. I kind of like it though. As I drove home I was listening to the book on tape, Night Probe by Clive Cussler. I was in our driveway and I thought I'd finish the chapter. So I turned off the car and sat there listening with my eyes closed. You guessed it, I fell asleep. Nancy came home and found me and thought I'd had a heart attack. She knocked on the window and I woke up. I'd been sleeping for over an hour!
Nancy and I played our favorite computer game, Text Twist. If they ever make this an Olympic event we would win a gold medal. Yes, we are that good.
Our water heater died today. Nancy discovered water in the basement. I called my friend Doug, because Doug can fix anything. He is such a generous person. He came right over and began to tell me how to fix it. He's so funny. My eyes glazed over. He said something about sawing through 2 pipes, and using a torch to solder...something. At some point I was to turn off the gas. I seem to remember something about tools being involved.
Usually at this point I would act like it was all coming back to me, thank him as he left, then go call a plumber. Doug has known me for a long time. He has to know how incompetent I am when it comes to plumbing, engines, home repairs, car maintenance, math, operating a hammer, finding my way home, personal hygiene, etc. I'll stop before I embarrass myself. So I think he was just messing with me.
We went to Lowes where we selected a lovely water heater for $322.94. Nancy and I had been hoping for an unexpected expense so we could get rid of some of the cash that had been piling up around the house.
Doug let me help him. It was my job to hold the bucket under the pipe that let the water out of the old water heater. I could tell that he was impressed by how little water I spilled, and how minor my burns were. I know I was.
He reminded me that Nancy and I were taking Caitlin out to eat and I should probably go get ready. When I protested he explained that some jobs go more quickly without help.
We took Caitlin to Hana Yori's for her 19th birthday. We sat with Nancy's dad, her sister Carol, and Kevin, Ryan, Rory, and Aly. We had a great time. The onion volcano never gets old.
We came home and played the game where we try to figure out what the thing used to be that Boo chewed up and left all over the living room floor. Nancy guessed a shoe, but I thought it looked more like a squirrel carcass. Either way, I took it outside and buried it underneath the Easter snow.
Now I'm going out to the car to get some sleep.
Nancy and I played our favorite computer game, Text Twist. If they ever make this an Olympic event we would win a gold medal. Yes, we are that good.
Our water heater died today. Nancy discovered water in the basement. I called my friend Doug, because Doug can fix anything. He is such a generous person. He came right over and began to tell me how to fix it. He's so funny. My eyes glazed over. He said something about sawing through 2 pipes, and using a torch to solder...something. At some point I was to turn off the gas. I seem to remember something about tools being involved.
Usually at this point I would act like it was all coming back to me, thank him as he left, then go call a plumber. Doug has known me for a long time. He has to know how incompetent I am when it comes to plumbing, engines, home repairs, car maintenance, math, operating a hammer, finding my way home, personal hygiene, etc. I'll stop before I embarrass myself. So I think he was just messing with me.
We went to Lowes where we selected a lovely water heater for $322.94. Nancy and I had been hoping for an unexpected expense so we could get rid of some of the cash that had been piling up around the house.
Doug let me help him. It was my job to hold the bucket under the pipe that let the water out of the old water heater. I could tell that he was impressed by how little water I spilled, and how minor my burns were. I know I was.
He reminded me that Nancy and I were taking Caitlin out to eat and I should probably go get ready. When I protested he explained that some jobs go more quickly without help.
We took Caitlin to Hana Yori's for her 19th birthday. We sat with Nancy's dad, her sister Carol, and Kevin, Ryan, Rory, and Aly. We had a great time. The onion volcano never gets old.
We came home and played the game where we try to figure out what the thing used to be that Boo chewed up and left all over the living room floor. Nancy guessed a shoe, but I thought it looked more like a squirrel carcass. Either way, I took it outside and buried it underneath the Easter snow.
Now I'm going out to the car to get some sleep.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Boo 1
This is our puppy. Her name is Boo. We got her from Pet Refuge. We love her. Most of the time.
Grandpa
Today I was thinking about how someday I will be a grandpa. (If you are reading this and your name is Jimmy, Caitlin, Ben, or Michele I better not become a grandpa anytime soon!) Someday I hope to be one of those eccentric type grandpa's. This is likely because 1. I am already an eccentric middle aged guy and 2. My grandpa Ezra Hohulin was pretty eccentric. At least he seemed that way to me. Most grandpa's seem a little odd to their grandkids. I mean here's an old guy who doesn't have a job, but always has candy.
One time, when I was about 11 years old Grandpa took me to KFC. But it wasn't called KFC back then. It was called Kentucky Fried Chicken. The word fried did not sound healthy, so they cleverly changed the name to KFC. Marketing people think we are stupid, and they are right.
So there we were getting fried chicken, before the name change made it healthy to do so.
As we entered the store grandpa announces to everyone, "This is my Grandson!" As if I were royalty and my presence suddenly made their chicken shopping experience something to tell their families about. "We were getting the chicken and who do you think walked in? A grandson!" People smiled in response.
I was special, because he made me special. The relationship between a grandparent and their grandchild can be magical. The grand relationship. There really isn't anything else like it. They are often the only people in our young lives who really listen and don't yell at us. We sense the vestiges of authority they have over our all powerful parents.
I remember being quite little and mystified when Grandpa's identity was revealed to me. He was my mom's dad. Parents had parents? So then, my parents were little once? Even as small children, our grandparents help us understand that life has stages. Our parents were once like us, someday our parents, and then we, would be like our grandparents. There was an order to things. I was an important link in this chain.
As grandpa and I stood in line, I saw a dollar on the floor. I picked it up and showed it to him. He was more excited than I was. Now he had more information to share with the customers and staff. Not only was I his grandson, I was his wealthy grandson. He made me re-enact how I swooped down and snatched the money out from underneath them all. Clearly I had all the makings of a financial genius.
It occurs to me just now as I write this over 30 years later, that Grandpa dropped that dollar so I would find it. Eccentric grandpa's specialize in that kind of thing.
Someday I will tell my grandchildren many stories of all of the stupid things their parents did when they were growing up. Thus undermining their authority, which is just one of the many services grandparents provide. I will spoil them rotten, indulge their every whim, get them all hopped up on candy, and send them home. I will have my sweet revenge on my kids for the hell I am now enduring, which we call raising teenagers.
Sam Levenson said, "The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy." My children's offspring will become my allies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Someday I will have no job, lots of candy, and total acceptance and love for some children who will call me grandpa. I will take them into stores and proudly introduce them as if they were somebody. And they will be.
One time, when I was about 11 years old Grandpa took me to KFC. But it wasn't called KFC back then. It was called Kentucky Fried Chicken. The word fried did not sound healthy, so they cleverly changed the name to KFC. Marketing people think we are stupid, and they are right.
So there we were getting fried chicken, before the name change made it healthy to do so.
As we entered the store grandpa announces to everyone, "This is my Grandson!" As if I were royalty and my presence suddenly made their chicken shopping experience something to tell their families about. "We were getting the chicken and who do you think walked in? A grandson!" People smiled in response.
I was special, because he made me special. The relationship between a grandparent and their grandchild can be magical. The grand relationship. There really isn't anything else like it. They are often the only people in our young lives who really listen and don't yell at us. We sense the vestiges of authority they have over our all powerful parents.
I remember being quite little and mystified when Grandpa's identity was revealed to me. He was my mom's dad. Parents had parents? So then, my parents were little once? Even as small children, our grandparents help us understand that life has stages. Our parents were once like us, someday our parents, and then we, would be like our grandparents. There was an order to things. I was an important link in this chain.
As grandpa and I stood in line, I saw a dollar on the floor. I picked it up and showed it to him. He was more excited than I was. Now he had more information to share with the customers and staff. Not only was I his grandson, I was his wealthy grandson. He made me re-enact how I swooped down and snatched the money out from underneath them all. Clearly I had all the makings of a financial genius.
It occurs to me just now as I write this over 30 years later, that Grandpa dropped that dollar so I would find it. Eccentric grandpa's specialize in that kind of thing.
Someday I will tell my grandchildren many stories of all of the stupid things their parents did when they were growing up. Thus undermining their authority, which is just one of the many services grandparents provide. I will spoil them rotten, indulge their every whim, get them all hopped up on candy, and send them home. I will have my sweet revenge on my kids for the hell I am now enduring, which we call raising teenagers.
Sam Levenson said, "The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy." My children's offspring will become my allies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Someday I will have no job, lots of candy, and total acceptance and love for some children who will call me grandpa. I will take them into stores and proudly introduce them as if they were somebody. And they will be.
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