Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Making Cash the Old Fashion Way

Younger daughter molly learned an important lesson. It’s not the quality of your product but location and marketing. She and her friends needed cash now and what better way than the old fashion way, Lemonade stand. So sugarless, iceless lemonade in hand, off they went to make their fortune in lemonade sales. A couple of hours later she came skipping back with $70 bucks in hand. Apparently they had their swimsuits on doing a little dance and the cash came rolling in. Note to self, 14year old and a lemonade stand needs adult supervision, sigh.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Ashley and Mr. Patrolman

As Ashley and Molly were driving together to a baseball tournament, Ashley gets pulled over for 87 in a 70mph speed zone. Now for me I would have my license and registration hanging out the window for the officer but not for Ashley. One quick adjustment of the top, one young male officer equals a warning mam. Off on her way she starts singing and car dancing. The cars erratic patterns that mimicked a drunk twice over did not go unnoticed by another Highway Patrolman. Once again, quick shirt adjustment, one young officer and a story about how she had a dream about being pulled over by a handsome officer equals another warning. She thought she was doing 85mph but he never got that far before the Ashley charm sent her on her way. If it was me, I would be in the back of a cruiser heading to jail for reckless child endangerment. Sigh

Pile it Higher and Higher

It started as a baseball tournament weekend of hell. Saturday games went well but that night I had stomach pains of no other. Next morning I was in a fetal position in bed with pains so intense that beads of sweat had formed on my forehead. Now I am sure my kids had true compassion as they offered to go to Wal-Mart to buy me things to make dad feel better. I told them sure go and get me meds but Ashley asks should I take your debt card or your visa but answers quickly her own question with “no problem I found both of them.” I tried to say take my $5 but too late, off to the shopping world Molly and Ashley shall go. Too weak to finish Sundays tournament the kids propped my up in the pickup truck and sent me back to Manhattan as they had their own car. I started to ask what they were going to do for money but remembered they had all my plastic.

That night is where this is little TMI, by morning there was a pile of underwear that had the battle scars of missed opportunities to the throne. Next day wife came down with stomach pains and started adding to the growing pile. By 7:00pm that night it was an aromic pile of underwear and now a bed sheet. Must say if I ever had the urge to work in a Nursing Home, I no longer had the urge. What’s that? Oh now Gunnar has stomach pains…. Sigh

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Where oh where did my little winky go?

I was in the middle of one of my cooking monstrosities in the kitchen when in come my son. He mumbles something about needing help and all over the walls. I look over at him and from belly button down his t-shirt is soaked. He says he needs help, of course, and I need to clean it up. He exclaims that while relieving himself his winky went inverted which left him nothing to hold on to while streaming. He described the bathroom adventure like a garden hose on full blast while flopping around. He managed to hit the bathroom tub, walls, vanity, floor and outside of the toilet. I asked why and more why did you just not stop? He gleefully reported that once started he cannot stop and that I better hurry up because it is starting to stink in there. Somewhere down the line I know this is my punishment for something I did in life, sigh
 

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