Getting a Kelly Carwash

Where EG's starting to wish she had moved to warmer climes when she had the chance..

Monday, October 10, 2005

What Goes Up Must Come Down

What a weekend! Our old fence came down and the new one went up almost without a hitch, and I give all the credit to El Presidente. I was so proud of him that instead of actually helping, I took a million pictures and posted them all on this site (I know, I’m such a good wife…).

Friday after work, we gave the old fence a good push and down it came. The wood poles were so rotten that they just shattered with any amount of pressure. Then we sawed it up into manageable pieces and piled it all up on our driveway to be hauled out at a later time (though knowing us, Andy will have to snow-blow around the pile all winter because we never got around to taking it to the dump). Saturday morning we got up early (by we, I mean Andy and the dogs) to get a good start. But one look at the 3 feet of frost on the ground stopped us in our tracks. When there was STILL some frost at 10, we decided to bite the bullet and get out there anyway (by this time I was actually out of bed). The goal for the day was to get all of the old concrete out of the ground, then concrete in the new terminal posts. We had a wedding to go to at 3:00, so the clock was ticking. Luckily, only one or two of the old posts proved to be tough to extract, and we were done for the day with time to spare.

Then we went to the wedding… And I have to censor myself here because this post is going in a public place, so I’ll just say a couple of things. First, and most importantly, I have rarely met such a nice group of (Mullets!!) people. They all had (Southern accents in Minnesota!!) such friendly smiles on their faces and (Wore jeans to church!) would give you the (Western!) shirts off their backs. We met up with some people Andy knows whom we got along with smashingly, so the evening was much more fun than I had anticipated since, as I had rightly guessed, I didn’t know a single soul there other than my husband.

But the mullets… Did I mention the mullets? And I can write about them because the people who wore them, especially the groom, should be quite proud. They were, all around, some of the best mullets I’d ever seen. I was in utter awe. The mullitude was off the scale.

Sunday Andy finished putting up the fence while I wrote my accounting paper, which is due today. (Nothing like waiting until the last minute, huh? At least I’m not writing it this morning.) I helped a little bit with the unruly chain-link, but Andy did the rest alone. And it looks outstanding, if I do say so myself.

I’m home from work this morning… Andy has to go out of town for work (AGAIN!) today and since I have class and can’t lock the boys up all day and night I need to be here so they can run around a bit. I’m definitely enjoying my nice, quiet morning, though. It’s about the only quiet time I’ll have this week. It’s going to be a crazy one…


A little push was all we needed to get the old fence down. Posted by Picasa


It was cold! Posted by Picasa


The old fence (and Ruger's old swimming pool). Posted by Picasa


1/2 of the concrete from the old fence Posted by Picasa


No, I didn't do any work. I just took pictures. Posted by Picasa


Is it straight yet? Posted by Picasa


The finished product Posted by Picasa


The man with the plan Posted by Picasa


This is where we'll put the 10 foot driving gate next weekend Posted by Picasa


The two poles will eventually be spliced together Posted by Picasa


Straight-as-an-arrow top line Posted by Picasa


Attempt #1 at artsy-fartsy pics Posted by Picasa


Attempt #2 at artsy-fartsy pics Posted by Picasa


Ruger's newly gray eyebrow Posted by Picasa

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Catching Up

First of all, I'd just like to say thank you to the dream gods for blessing me with dreams of making out with Orlando Bloom all night last night...

And now that that's out of the way...

Here’s what’s happened since I got my pointless case of writer’s block:

- I devoured the new Harry Potter book and then spent 2 weeks waiting for someone… anyone… to finish it so I could discuss it with them. Then I read it again.

- We went sailing in the Apostle Islands with Turd Money, and Turd Monkey’s uncle. (Ha ha! Get it? He’s a Monkey’s Uncle!) What a great time. I swear I need to be careful or El Presidente will leave me for a sailboat. Anyway, I'll try and post pics in the next couple of days.

- Lisa and I went on our yearly girls-only camping trip up north, though we did bend the rules this year and took Ruger to protect us from the meany-head bears. I’m not sure he would have done us any good, but he sure did have a good time swimming in the big lake.

- We went to a wedding in Stillwater and a wedding reception in Algona, IA. Both were hugely fun and we were able to catch up with some old friends we haven’t seen in ages.

- Hurricanes Katrina and Rita hit the Gulf coasts of Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas. There was unprecedented damage in New Orleans. It’s devastatingly sad on many levels, but on a purely selfish note, it upsets me that one of the places that was on my list of things to see is now basically unrecognizable. And now that I read that I realize how horrible that sounds since many thousands of people down there are still homeless, and no one yet knows what the total death count will be. I think thoughts like that are self-defense mechanisms. I spent a couple of weeks near the point of being physically sick every time I thought about what I would do if faced with the decision to leave everything behind, including my boys, in order to save myself. I finally just had to turn those feelings off completely and give money (what else can we do?) every time we had the chance.

- Lisa and I started our MBA program. Our first class is accounting, which is basically review as we just finished NINE FREAKING MONTHS OF ACCOUNTING!!! Actually, though, I’m glad it’s review. It’s a great way of getting back into the swing of going to class. It helps that my professor is very similar to Andy in both looks and mannerisms. I feel like I’ve known him for years, though it’s kind of hard not to pat him on his ass every time he passes me in class… Oh, wait… I didn’t just type that, did I?