♪♪ Happy Birthday to you, ♪♪
♪♪ Happy Birthday to you, ♪♪
♪♪ Happy Birthday, Dear Madison! ♪♪
♪♪ Happy Birthday to you. ♪♪
This happy gal turned 8 today, and is loving living with Uncle Jason, Aunt Amy, and her two cousins. Well, loving living with the two cousins MOST of the time, that is.
She is thoroughly enjoying “birthday season.” She deserves it, too.
Enjoy some cake!
MM needed the tree shear moved to another job site Thursday, so guess who provided escort service? Yep, I followed him those three miles with flashers flashing for an hour! Of course we moved over for lots of traffic…when we had a decent shoulder to drive on.
Next, we turned off the highway to a back road, then this new road…for another half hour. Oh, the fun!
We passed some busy workers already working, then MM parked the beast, and we went home. He ran the machine all day Friday, so he is back out of retirement…again. For awhile.
Today he is back at it, only he is Maintenance Man, working ON the machine, as opposed to actually working WITH it. Maintenance happens. He is definitely a hard working man (that song will be stuck in my ear all day!).
So what am I doing this Labor Day Saturday while MM is off tinkering? Well, getting the pavilion next door ready for a BSP party there tomorrow, and possibly cleaning off my desk a little. Or not. There is never a lack of things needing to get done.
But first…I’m thinking a stop by the farmer’s market, and a festival in town. Paperwork can wait.
Enjoy your Saturday. Ours will be busy, but good!
Just because this makes me smile!
Alex still can’t find his shoes…his mom had the same problem.
Happy Throw Back Thursday, y’all!
To speed up the laundry process (y’all know I am “spring cleaning” everything in the moho?), I threw the mostly dry quilt over a chair to finish air drying and make room for another load. KC spent all afternoon napping on it! Bless his heart. I guess he sped up the drying process a bit.
We lost a few mostly minor items in the electrical surge (Bee asked about that)…garage door opener and the UPS battery back up (at least we didn’t lose computers!). It also fried one of those six-outlet surge protector thingies, leaving a definite brown spot on the exterior of it. It did its job, so there are no complaints about that. And life goes on…with two happy kitties.
Have yourselves a ginger peachy Wednesday. Life is mighty fine here in Mayberry. High paws, y’all!
I heard a strange *pop* and couldn’t find its source just as we were sitting down to eat our dinner last night. I ran into the laundry room to check the churning dryer and shut it off because it was sounding very strange. MM walked in at that moment and asked if I saw the “arc” that just went through the house. We had a strange power surge. Um, no, but the dryer smells funny and won’t turn back on, even though all the lights on it are working.
We both go to see what else is wrong elsewhere in the house, just as it goes totally DARK. No electricity. Rut roh. And dinner is getting cold, so we smartly grabbed our plates and headed to the deck and called the neighbors to see if ours is an isolated case. Yep. MM called the EMC company, and they had him go outside and check our meter. D.E.A.D. Not turning at all. Heck yeah, the house has NO electricity!
Skinny Joe and big truck arrived and got us a brand spanking new transformer installed and a fuse somewhere else, and we were back in business in about two hours. Easy peasy…for him.
Handy dandy tip: keep a solar light charged and ready to bring inside when you have a power outage. 
Have yourselves a bright Tuesday. I will, grateful that I can continue my laundryfest here at home!
Either I shrank, or Macey grew taller over the summer.
Amy brought dinner over for all of us last night…Greek Chicken…yum…and hammed it up with the girls:
Dick, Brian and Faith, deep in thought…
Sweet Jason, along with his wee assistant Will, had the moho bay door open, some tree limbs trimmed, and spread mulch around some trees for us. That makes him my favorite son-in-law for sure (family joke). Logan has some competition!
Logan and Haley, the photographer (thanks, honey! I blatantly stole these photos from her FB page). Birthing a child does come with some extended rights…forever.
Boys being boys, the wee ones were out on the deck shooting each other (and dogs) with water guns. Or upstairs in the play area. No photos, but they were definitely here and there was no trip to the ER, so everyone lived to fight another day.
Traveling is fun, but there’s no place like home, where kids, kitties, dogs, and chaos reigns. I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is our normal…where life is good, y’all! Happy Monday.
