Inept!

What was I thinking? I should never buy furniture that comes in a box! Over the weekend I bought a new tv stand, & thought it would be easy enough for me to assemble. I guess prior episodes of having parts & pieces scattered all over the room with no real ability to make sense of it all had faded from my memory. Last night I spent over an hour trying to figure it all out to no avail. If I could have managed to get all the pieces back in the box, I would have returned it to Walmart. Now I'm stuck with a tv on the floor & pieces of wood, screws, tools all over the room. I guess it will be necessary to do what I always seem to do when I have a crisis that requires tools; I'll call Trent.

This & That

Recently a local radio station was promoting an appearance by Steve, the Regurgitator. Naturally, Nancy & I were curious as to why anyone would want to pay money to go watch someone vomit. The thought of it was nauseating! So we googled him & found this video. I wonder at what point in this person's life this would this seem like something he would want to try to do for a living! Stevie Starr the Regurgitator

Owen, age 5, has been playing floor hockey so I traveled to Ohio to catch a game. Amazingly, these four & five year old kids wielding hockey sticks all seemed to grasp the concept of getting the puck & pushing it toward the goal. Other than the time I was snapping a picture of Owen & he stopped playing to pose for me, he took the whole thing pretty seriously. There were times it all was rather hilarious, but I found my competitive spirit kicked in when Owen almost scored, & I nearly jumped out of my seat! He did score recently & called to tell me about it . . . it seems that while scoring he simultaneously lost his shoe!

This past weekend I took care of Drew & Tyler while their parents went out on a date night. With very busy lives & two young children, Adam & Kelly don't get to go out together that often. After about five books & several stalling tactics, Drew seemed pretty compliant about going to sleep. Then I heard him "fake" crying & went in to ask him what was wrong. He then said "I NEVER get to see my daddy (awww, I thought . . . Adam had a game the night before, & I guess Drew was really missing him) . . .  or my mommy (Kelly is with him just about 24/7)! I then realize that Drew is just being a little dramatic. So I tell him that his mom & dad will be home soon & will check on him & kiss him goodnight. "Ok," he says, "love you." And that was that.

Whew!

A week ago I received a phone call about 9:30 pm from a man whose name I did not recognize on my caller ID. Reluctantly, I answered the call & was immediately asked some questions. The caller asked my name & if I had a credit/debit card with a certain bank. I responded rather cryptically. The caller then asked if my card was in my possession. I told him that I was sure it was since I had used the card earlier in the day. He asked me to go check so I did. My card was missing! He then asked where I last used it, & I told him. As it turns out he had found my card lying in the entryway of that store. So he now tells me he would like to return the card to me & begins to give me directions to his house. In my mind a red flag goes up . . . he lives on a road in a rather remote area . . . so I tell him I am unfamiliar with that road & doubt that I could locate his house at night. He then suggests meeting in a parking lot of a business that I know would be closed so I tell him I don't know where that is either. He offers to bring the card to my house, but I do not want to give him my address. I suggest meeting in a Dairy Mart parking lot since I know it will be well lit & should have people milling about. I think this man finally sensed that I was uneasy with all of this & offered to bring his wife along. While I was driving to meet him, a zillion thoughts go through my mind as I am rather afraid. A few minutes later we did meet at the Dairy Mart. This man turned out to be quite nice, & (anyone who knows me well will not be surprised) we talked for about 15 minutes. As it turns out he had a son in high school with two of my sons & called me because he remembered the last name. Upon meeting he told me he remembered my son as a high school football star . . . & my (looking back on it) somewhat egotistical response was "which one?" All's well that ends well, but I was really frightened! Unfortunately, it's difficult to trust anyone in today's world, but as it turns out this guy was a good samaritan!