Fatness

This is a fine example of something that Tim and I call 'fatness'. We use this terminology for many things, mainly our own body parts, but in this case it works perfectly for our cat Squirt. He loves to sit on this end table and spread his fatness across to the window. That hangy down stuff is not fur, it is true fatness.

My Pants!

These are my favorite pants in the whole wide world. I even bought two of them so I can wear one pair while the others are in the wash. I work out in them, I lounge in them, I work in the yard and garden in them, etc, etc. They are ultra comfy, lightweight, and versatile for my day to day projecting. The other day we decided to go for a family bike ride. I put on my favorite pants. A few blocks behind our house is a big field currently being developed. Right now it's mainly just a big field of dirt hills that the neighborhood kids have carved a bunch of dirt bike jumps into. Somehow that's where we ended up after riding around the neighborhood for a while. Being of a certain age now, I'm not nearly as daring as I used to be. But Tim insisted that I go up and over this one hill. I had watched him do it a bunch of times so I couldn't let him think I was a total weeny. It was pretty steep and narrow and pointy at the top and left very little room for error. So I started peddling as fast as I could to get to the top and then I don't know what happened. Just when I got to the top, the bike decided it wanted to veer off to the right and send me plummeting down the hill towards a giant rock. I had to bail. As I was flying through the air all I could think of was, "MY PANTS". I raspberried both elbows, and scraped and bruised my knee. But I was really worried to assess the damage to my pants. I brushed off the dirt as best I could - not a single tiny tear in those darn pants. They truly are the best in the whole wide world.

Projecting

I inherited this sometimes irritating trait from my parents of always needing to be projecting on something. I've had people ask me, when Andy's in school and me not working out of the home, don't I get bored? Are you kidding me!! There is always something to do. The reason this trait can be a little irritating is I tend to get sidetracked before one project is done and I get started on a new one. I was in the process of making new curtains for Andy's room (they are mostly done) and decided to build him a climbing wall. We actually decided last Christmas to do a wall and even got him some jug holds and t-nuts from Santa but they've sat in his closet ever since. (He begged us for this stuff!) One wall in his bedroom is 11 feet high so it's perfect. Don't worry, we plan on being safe with ropes and harnesses and all that stuff. I had Andy help me paint on some primer and then we'll paint it with some sand paint for extra grip. If I don't follow up this post with pictures of the finished product you can assume it turned out stupid. (I was also projecting on getting the garage cleaned up but you can see I haven't gotten far). Sorry the picture quality isn't great but I can blame that on Tim since he took it.