Thursday, April 9, 2009
Oh happy day.....
Sunday, March 29, 2009
A fun week
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Fishing
Thank you Grandma Reno!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
When Mama needs a break
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Rough Week
The week is only half over and we had been to the emergency room twice. On Monday, Greg was determined to finish the basement and got in a hurry. After cutting his last piece of molding he reached down to turn the off the table saw and the saw jumped up and bit his thumb. Or maybe he stuck his thumb in the saw. We rushed off to the emergency room and found he had cut off the end of the bone and chopped the thumb pretty good on the end. The stitched up what they could and sent us home. The pain medicine is beating him up more than the thumb pain. He went off the pain meds, so hopefully he will start feeling better. This afternoon, Charley was walking down the driveway and the dog tripped him and he landed face first on a skate board. So we headed to the emergency room again and he now has 6 beautiful stitches right in the middle of his forehead. They actually wrapped him up in a sheet, then strapped him to a board injected shots in the wound and stitched him and he didn't shed a tear. What a brave guy! After his bath tonight, he said, "It's okay Mama, at least I got a reward." He is very excited to have the suringe from the hospital that they used to clean it out. Greg needs to get to the hospital tomorrow to have his wound checked, and the dog needs her stitches out on Friday. Then next week, both Greg and Charley need to go back to the hospital to have them removed. Wow! I could think of better ways to have fun. I hope your week is better than ours.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Ol' Edna
So, this beast is Edna. Yes, Greg has given his truck a name. Why it is a girl and one named Edna is beyond me. I refuse to drive it, because I have serious doubts that I will make it back home. Edna has a fantastic security system in it as well...no one can figure out how to start it, even if the keys were left in it. You have to give the keys a 1/2 turn (broken ignition), flick the switch up and push the big black button(on the right in the picture). NICE. He insists that this thing is moving to Oregon and he is going to drive it there, fly back and move the rest of us. I give up arguing about it. I lost. So I will send him with a 3 day supply of food, lots of clothes and a bike to get him to the nearest service station when she brakes down, and a big fat I told you so from me. Though I will have to admit, she looks better without the big ugly camper on the back, which made it completely impossible to see out of.
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