Walking zombie

So, when the floor was being installed, Dad would work on it before I got up. One day, I woke up, sorta, and went into the dining room to where dad was, in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. I looked into the kitchen and remarked, "Where's the refrigerator". Obviously I didn't count the large obstacle that I had to walk around to even see into the kitchen. duhhhh

New kitchen floor

First, the ugly old kitchen tile that one could never really get clean because of all the crevices, etc. Plus, it's "harvest gold".



Showing you who it belongs to, in case you were going to steal it.



The first piece laid by my handyman.



See him in action. only took a week.



I guess this is just the padding stuff that lays under the laminate. But it looks like it's finally gonna happen.



About half way done. This is so exciting.



eh, voila!!



And from the other angle.



I keep walking on it saying, "I love my new floor". Come see it, you guys.

Kevin and Debra

You've been asking, so here it is. No comment. But you can comment.

"poot" is too a word

Since I know that all of you are wondering why no one else ever says "poot", I have a blogpost to show you that we are not alone. Besides which, it is hilariously funny, especially if you have kids. who talk. when you wish they wouldn't. but they say what you are thinking but are too polite to say. I read it the other day, but today, I read the comments. They had me laughing with tears also. Enjoy!!

Peanut Butter Blast

At least that's what they called it at Danny Boy's where we went to eat for our 25th wedding anniversary. Thanks to the 2 children who wished us a happy 25th. Anyway, back to the cheesecake or dessert or whatever it was...it was sooooo great that I ordered it for my birthday tomorrow. Dad just went to get it from the cheesecake factory, which doesn't have the real picture. A little bit ago, Dad came sheepishly into my office where I was on the net and said, "About your pie..." I knew right away what he was going to say. I started grinning. It is from The Cheesecake Factory. "How much," I asked? $44.00. "Could you go for 1/2 a pie???" I said, sure. As long as he and Kevin got one piece each, and I got the other 4. Hey, it's MY birthday.

Total Locker Room Privacy

Last Friday, I went to swim at lifeworks. About 15 minutes before I was done, the lights flickered. And went out. And flicker. And out. And flicker. And out for good. We had lots of tall windows, so it didn't really affect me too much. I wondered about the poor man who comes in his wheelchair and uses the chair assist to even get into the pool. How would he get out??? Finally I was done. My locker isn't too far into the locker room...I thought with the light reflected off white walls I would be able to find it. I did. I thought I could do the combination by feel, as it is buttons, not a dial. But someone from Lifeworks wandered by with a flashlight and shined it on my lock. There was a little old lady in the same "indentation" as me. When she left, she asked me, "Will you be all right alone if I go??" I wondered what she could do for me, and said it was fine. And I skipped my shower--that was too much tempting fate. And then I got dressed in the dark which was very private.