A movie for those interested!

Digging......

The steps and the seat

Here's where the steps are:

And here's the swim-up bench!

Here are some pictures:

First, the before:

The bobcat rolls in:

Scrapes away the grass:

A little bit more:

Later that day:

Here's where we are now:

My Yard! Oh no!

I have a bobcat in my yard and half my grass is gone!! I'll be posting pictures, but it's getting exciting. I thought this day would never come. Another step closer to a pool!

Stay tuned for pics!

The Wall is Coming Down!

When the walls come tumblin' down.....

Yeah! They are tearing a section of my block fence down in the back - a step closer to the pool. It's finally happening! How exciting!

My plan is to post pictures of the progress.... :)

I cannot wait to swim at night with the tiki torches around the pool and the awesome LCD lighting system lighting the pool up!

It's going to be awesome.

A day wasted is a wasted day

*That*, my friends, is your educational lesson of the day.

Always remember it.

Okay! Medium-Well it is!

Question: When does "well-done...very well-done" translate to "medium well"? When you order eggs at IHOP.

We went out to dinner tonight and I ordered the Strawberry Crepes with the bacon and sausage combo. I was hungry - skipped lunch today - and couldn't pick between bacon and sausage. Well...that came out fine... it was the eggs I ended up having a problem with.

Because I am sick of scrambled eggs and tired of them sticking around forever in burp-form, I have switched to ordering fried eggs. Fried eggs that are EXTREMELY well done, that is.

We don't do "runny".

We don't like to cut open an egg with a fork and have any liquid ooze out, especially yellow liquid.

We don't. Really.

So I order my eggs "Fried, please, but really, really well done. VERY well done." That's my exact order.

The waitress tonight (who really was sweet and nice and all that) says back to me "Okay, you want your eggs medium-well.".

I said "No. I want them VERY well done. Nothing runny at all. Just really cook the heck out of them.".

She says again, "got it. Medium-well."

Sigh.

I tried one more time. "Nope, not medium-well. Very well."

"Uh-huh," waitress gushes. "Well done."

Leaning back with satisfaction, I listened to Kevin order his food. He orders his eggs scrambled with cheese. Hard to mess that up. Note: If I order that, it'd be "scrambled really well done, super hard, with no cheese." That normally comes out as ordered.

A few minutes of wonderful conversation later, our break-dinners come out. Ms. Chipper puts the plates down and bounces off to get ketchup for Kevin. I commenced performing an investigation of my plate and notice the eggs looking good at the edges (nice and brown and crunchy), however, in the middle they looked suspiciously bulky. This can't be good.

Picking up a fork, I press down on the bulge.....bracing myself for the inevitable while hoping against hope that my hunch was wrong.... Yellow stuff squirted out. Putting my fork down in disgust, I announced that this was not right, I would not, could not eat these eggs.

I ordered the eggs WELL done and had specifically said "nothing runny". Is that a concept that is difficult for waitresses? Is there an issue interpreting orders to the cook? Are waitresses supposed to review the order when they pick it up to make sure it's correct? I don't know! I would think so, but I really don't know.

Going against all conventional Restaurant Wisdom, I asked to have the eggs redone. She took my whole plate and left me with the Strawberry Crepe, which was fine because it was awesome! But eventually she came back and the eggs were cooked to perfection.

Nothing runny; well-done; brown. Yum.

Wardrobe Malfunction of the Brain

I can't think of what that would be, exactly. "Oops, excuse me! My frontal lobe slipped out!"... "oh, sorry....I forgot to tuck my brain stem in!". But, it's a catchy title. And it's mine. MINE.

So life happens, you know? From going through a bad time at home to going through bad times at work, time just marches by and you get through it. Things are status quo for a while and then they get good, then bad, then good, etc etc etc. You get the idea.

So anyway, enough about all that. (which I was hoping it would excuse my lack of writing on here.)

When comical things happen, I like to sit up and take notice.

Whilst I was paying my bills this past weekend, I found a bill from a very large bank. This very large bank said I owed them $40. Hmm. I had received a nice letter from them a few days prior letting me know that they had closed my account since I hadn't used it in a year or so. No warning or anything, no "last chance" offers, nothing. Just a so long letter.

So when I got the bill, it made me wonder why this very large bank wanted me to pay them $40. Turns out, they had charged me $25 for the annual fee and since my Available Credit -- at that time -- was ZERO DOLLARS and ZERO CENTS (since THEY had closed my account), I was being charged $15 for going over my credit limit.

That's a pretty good scam. Wonder how many people just pay it and don't question it?

I didn't pay it and I did question it. I called this ....very large bank....and told them I wished to not pay this and would like them to reopen my account since I might like to use it at some point. They were nice enough to remove all charges from the bill and would "send an email" to get the account reopened. We'll see if THAT happens. At least the balance is now a true ZERO DOLLARS and ZERO CENTS. Still waiting for the new replacement card.

Check your bills, peeps. IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!

Testing WinJournal

I recently acquired WinJournal which I fully expect to be able to allow me to write and write.

A-Rod did Steroids?? WHO KNEW?

Uhhhhhhhhhh, other than EVERYONE................????

Seriously, I mean, really..... A-Rod? Guffaw.....

That's like saying MARK MCGUIRE is crabby!!!

What? he IS???? Who had any freaking idea of THAT???

Baseball....what a joke....

And that is SO sad.