Who am I? I have a happy little existence with my husband, my large yellow lab & my two kittens. My dog is 100 lbs of bouncy joy. My male cat is addicted to "Greenies", catnip & thinks he's a dog. My female cat looks like a sweet housecat, but is a serial killer.
I took up fencing after I turned 40 & wanted to find a sport that would keep me active and fit into my old age.
I spend my time coaching beginners, training, & working at our vintage autosound business.
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Vacation:
What can I say but Have a wonderful time! One of these days I'm going to h...
This weekend I ran across someone who was a pallbearer at my father-in-law's funeral. I really liked my husband's father. He had that dry prairie humour that was so different than my own, but every bit as funny.
Here's an example of a telephone conversation between son and father...
Son: Hi dad. What are you up to today?
Dad: Babysitting!
Son: Where's mom?
Dad: She's off with the boy's mother shopping.
Son: (concerned) I don't think that was a good idea leaving you with the boys.
Dad: What do you mean? We've got a gas stove.
Son: ???... a gas stove????
Dad: Yeah, you just blow out the pilot light. You just have to hold their head over the burners a few minutes and they're quiet for the rest of the day.
Son: silence.... errr Dad do you think that's a good idea?
Dad: It doesn't hurt them.... you turned out fine.
It took a while before my brother-in-law (the son) realized that he had no memories of this happening, and that his dad was just pulling his leg because he was implying his dad couldn't handle his two grandsons.
Yeah... you had to watch the old scrawny bugger... I miss him.