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Last week, I was reading my friends blog at Evil Squirrel’s Nest about doing little projects around the house and how sometimes there are other issues that come from them. This made me think about things here at my crib and how we do little projects, etc.

When mom and dad first started dating – many, many, MANY moons ago – she learned really quickly that dad was not mechanically inclined.  Of course, she learned this the hard way.  You see, she had just gotten her first apartment and she bought a new hand held shower hose for the tub.  She asked daddy to exchange it with the current on the wall nozzle.  It sounded like a simple project.  Where that’s where you would be wrong.  Mom went into the front room and was talking on the phone to her dad while daddy exchanged out the nozzles.  A few minutes went by and mom heard some noise.  No biggy.  That’s when dad walked out of the bathroom, into the living room with his hands behind his back.  He said there was a problem.  Mom told her dad she had to go and daddy showed her what was behind her back.  The old nozzle and part of the wall – so much for being such a ‘simple project’.  Try explaining that situation to the apartment maintenance guy with a bigger project now.  Snorts – LOL

So mom learned early daddy was not the ‘go to’ guy.  Where mom on the other hoof was the project master.  Years later after they were married, mom got a wild hair that they needed to tile the bathtub area.  Mom went out to the local project store, talked with the men, got the supplies and came home telling dad that they were doing this project that weekend – which happened to be the long Thanksgiving holidays.  Daddy was scared while mom was it should be easy. And guess what.  Mom did it with flying colors and it still stands today.  Daddy was shocked that a project came together.  Of course it did – mom was in charge – double snorts.

And over the years, mom has initiated other projects that dad has ‘helped’ on with her that have surpassed what dad thought could actually happen.

So my friends here is the question for the day.  Are your parents do it themselves project makers or disasters in the making?  Do tell and share.


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Oops – Did *I* Do That?!

The weekend didn’t start off very well.  Remember when I told you that mom and dad have been giving me a little bit more freedom?  I get to run and play in my room at different times during the day.  I’m not “required” to take as many naps because I’m getting to be a big boy.  Friday night, mom came home and went into my room to pick up my toys and clean up like she normally does.  When I tell you she screeched, I’m not lying.  It’s like the sounds that I make and she knows what they mean.  I knew exactly what that screech was.  I was in BIG trouble.  Mom didn’t feel too good Friday night and that might have been what saved me a little too.

20121210-070347.jpgSee, I was playing in my room Friday.  Just wondering and rolling around on the floor.  I started picking at the tile and pulled some of it up.  It was really sticky so I didn’t do much.  In fact, I got some of that really sticky glue on my snout.  I tried to hide it by pulling one of my bankies over it.  It didn’t work.  Mom found it and trust me did we ever have a prayer meeting. 

I learned a couple of things Friday night.  First of all, with becoming older you get more responsibilities.  Don’t grow up too fast.  Enjoy that child hood as long as you can.  Second of all, if you do bad, there’s going to be consequences.  You do the crime, you pay the time.  I’m on television restriction in my room for a while.  Third of all, it’s always better to fess up then to hide it up.  Take it from me folks – just don’t do it.  It’s not worth it being on my mom’s bad side.  I usually stay up late on Friday nights.  I got grounded this past Friday… no late night teleivision, no late night treat, no late night loving.  And, mom had to get the glue off of my snout.  That wasn’t fun. 


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