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Thursday, June 22, 2006

3rd post in a month. I better pace myself.

Posting for me is becoming sporadic at best. I think it has to do with the winning combo of disabled vehicles, backed up chores and that recurring work thing news though. The truck is fixed after about $250 in parts and a couple weekends of wrenching. Two of my most hated repairs, brakes and exhaust. It's more like crud and rust with a side oil and transmission fluid soaked into my hair. It was a good thing I had a helper. All I have to do now is teach her to fetch wrenches and sockets.

For Father's Day I received from my loving children, the second season of The Munsters. Sweet. It has little documetaries on Fred Gwynne, Al Lewis, and Yvonne De Carlo. There is even a brief history about the show. They even tell of the Munsters' demise at the hands of Batman and Robin. At some point, the puppies even had time to type me up a nice little card which contained a cute rhyme about how they like to give daddy puppy punches in the crotch. Such sweet little angels.

On Tuesday I had a few extra minutes so I stopped and got my hair cut. It has been a while since the last time I had my ears lowered. Usually, I go once a month before I go to work, but sometimes the prospect of driving through the center of town and hitting all the busiest intersections, is just too annoying. So I will stretch it out for two months or so. This time I got it cut extra short on the sides and the back. Real nice and tight. Maybe now I won't have to use so much grease... I mean pomade. I don't think I had to comb my hair more than twice today, which is great cause it drives me nuts when my hair falls in my face or gets blow in my eyes when I'm driving. Absolutely bonkers.

This weekend should be fun. Three of my four nieces are having a group birthday party. A knee high ho-down orchestrated by my sister. She always tries to organize all these things for little kids parties. I don't get it. How are you going to kept order when you are feeding small children cake and soda. It's like J.R. says they are kids and what they want to do is run and play. The way I figure it, it's all a matter of feed them sugar, bounce vigorously, release the child at full tilt and duck for cover.

greasemonkey1320 at 4:23 AM

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at 10:55 PM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

The Tards worked hard to pick the Munsters DVD for you. They told me they're happy as a dog with its face in the litterbox that you like it!

 
at 3:48 PM Blogger Candy said...

I love that helper you got there, and they were going bonkers in Target buying you that gift. I dont think were allowed back...

 
at 5:23 PM Blogger Madame D said...

What a great father's day present! And yes, Moo does look like she's totally ready to figure out the difference between the 5/8ths and 9/16ths. Teach 'em early!

 

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