"Man, I Feel Like A Man"

I changed a word in the lyrics, but, Thanks Shania Twain.

This past weekend, I really felt like a man.  Let me tell you why.  No, not because it was Valentine's Day weekend- that's a given.  Got her flowers?  Of course I got her flowers!  (Whew!)  No,  it's because I took care of a few items that needed to be done.

1. The washing machine had been on the blink for a couple of months (I wonder if that's why people don't want to sit by me... "Stench?  Of what speakest thou?  The air is sweet and fragrant..." Sir Ditimus, Labyrinth).  I had been washing the clothes at my dad's).  Anyway, I finally got the part ordered and got it installed- BAM!  No dFL error code is gonna keep me down!  One- done.

2.  Sydney had called earlier that week and said she needed help changing some lights in her car.  So, after I had finished the washing machine, she and I checked out the car and figured out which lights needed to be replaced.  I told her to pick those up after she and her mom attended a party they had been invited to.  Me?  I went on to the next project.

3.  I went over to my Dad's and did the the laundry and cleaning like I usually do on Saturday... that doesn't really make me a man (although more men should more cleaning), but I'm taking this one... BAM!  Two- done.

4.  Sydney and her mom came back and I took those lights and replaced the faulty ones in her car.  I told her to check those lights to make sure they worked- they lit up like the lights on Charley Brown's Christmas tree (not as many as on a regular one).  BAM!  Three- done.

Sydney was so thankful for the help- Dads are the best, aren't they?  They can help their little princesses in distress (sometimes).  I told the ladies how manly I was feeling that day, then Brenda reminded me that I had also run five miles that morning.  Again, running does not make one a man, but again, I'm gonna take this one, too. BAM!  Four- done.

So, there you go, a few of the reasons for my feeling extra manly last weekend.  I would say that I feel like a man's man, but it's a shame you can't use that phrase anymore- well, I guess you could, but it just doesn't seem the same these days.  So, I'll say I feel like a lady's man... there, now that does sounds better.

Circus Vargggggggaaaaaasssssss!

OK, it really wasn't Circus Vargas, but every time I see one of these fly-by-night circuses, that's what it reminds me of (Circus Vargas was a circus we took the kids to when we lived in Washington state, many moons ago).  But, we thought it would be fun to take our grand daughters to the circus.  You know, to see the wild animals up close, ride an elephant, eat some real expensive candy, and especially, see the scary CLOWNS!  Luckily for those who are squeamish around them, I didn't post any pix of them.... you're welcome.

There was a period before the show started that people could ride the elephants, camels, and ponies.  We got them on the elephant as you can see below.  The show finally started at about 7:30, a half hour later than it should have (the carnies were raking in too much money to stop that action early).  There were some cute and fun things, but the girls were getting restless, fussing, couldn't hold still, hungry, crying, etc.  So, at half time, about 8:30, we bugged out.  The carnies were bringing out all the rides and stuff again, so I imagine after that and 2nd half, we wouldn't have gotten out of there until 10:00! The girls wouldn't have lasted that long for sure.

As we carried Isla out, tears streaming, Emery was saying, "But Grandma, we haven't ridden the camel yet!  We haven't gotten a toy yet." etc, etc.  Any Isla was trying to grab at all the stuff on the way out- toys, cotton candy... it was fun though.

We said good bye to Taylor (he came with us... must have missed Circus Vargas), Emery, and her little friend Brogan.  We still had some time to kill with Isla as her parents wouldn't get out of the temple for a while.  So, we took her to McDonald's- why wouldn't we?  So, one Happy Meal later- all was right with the world again.

"I had a dream that I made a magic potion.  After I mixed it up, I drank the potion down...." What a Bad Dream by Mercer Mayer

We Seek Thy Wisdom, Oh Wise One!

About a month ago, we took Carson to get his wisdom teeth out.  Now he is as dumb as we are  :)

Here is a look at the patient at the time.

Good luck on your new quest for wisdom, Son.