Laundry and Pedicures

I ran away for the weekend. I visited with my family in Harrison and then stopped in Newport to do pictures from my sister-in-laws family. I was pooped when I got home, but enjoyed every minute!

I decided to wait until yesterday afternoon to do laundry cause I was pooped from all the traveling. I thought while we were waiting for laundry to finish, I would run get a pedicure. My feet are awful, Tim says it's because I don't wear socks and tennis shoes (specifically Reebok tennis shoes) during the summer, I wear flip flops and heels.

So, we were rocking along, little dude doing my feet kept making funny faces. He looks up at me and asks how long has it been since I was in to have this done. I said about 3 weeks. He shook his head, spouted off some really fast Vietnamese and all the workers stopped what they were doing and stared at my feet and laughed.

I posted some stuff on facebook during all this...

"awkward...when the nail place is empty...guy working on my feet speaks real fast and all the workers stop what their doing and look at your feet, laugh and point..."

"I'm thinking it's not a good sign when the blender looking thing gets pulled out and used on your feet...just sayin"
"I think the blender thing almost burned up ...he made a face when it smoked a little bit..."

Then he spread this green warm gooey junk on my legs...
"ok, so now I want to take this little guy, his blender thingy and the green goop home with me..."

"well, now, this pink stuff is new...and HOT!"

He dipped my feet in hot wax 5 times each and then bagged 'em up. Man my feet must really be scary! My feet looked like feet from Planet of the Apes.

One of my friends said she had never seen the bag trick before. I must be special.

He's peeling off the wax now and...

"I would like to think these people are discussing what's for dinner...but they are still laughing and pointing at my feet..."

Now they are speaking turbo speed Vietnamese.

"ok, that's it...I'm learning Vietnamese!"

Finished. They look relieved that I'm leaving.

I make it to the laundry mat to pick up the dried clothes. A young couple is there, the dad is pushing the little kids around in the laundry carts and his wife is sitting on the folding table. The manager walks in and looks at me and says..."You need to get all your kids under control!" He tells the dad to stop pushing the kids and the mom to get down and then shoots me a dirty look. I said..."those people are not my kids!" I don't think he believed me.

I asked the young lady how old she was and she said 20. I was all...pah-leeeze, he really thought I was your mom! Wow.

Then I did the math.

I could have a 20 year old.

Depressing.

Keeping it real - Butler Manor in the City.

Misplaced Rednecks Part II - Lost In Bigger Spaces

We now own more rubber boots...


What happens when you put people in a house twice the size of what they are used to?

They get lost in the bigger spaces in the dark.

Monday night, I walked in a circles turning out all the lights for bedtime. I walked through a door and looked around. Panicked. Because I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ROOM I WAS IN. I hollered for Tim.

ME: Tim, where are you?
TIM: Duh, on the floor in the bed waiting on you. Where are you?
(cause we have mattresses on the floor he's goofy)
ME: Lost.
TIM: (snickering) follow the sound of my voice.
ME: Not funny.
Girls to each other: Ha ha ha ha Kaye Kaye's lost in the HOUSE, what a ra-tard.

I finally make my way back to the bedroom. I fall into bed. Tim asks what happened. I told him I turned out all the lights and turned around into the laundry room (which I've been keeping closed off because I haven't cleaned it and we don't need it). I didn't recognize the room and kind of freaked out a little bit.

Tim laughs a little at me and tells me this little story about a man and an ironing board. The house we are staying in was built in the early 1940's. The other night Tim was walking around changing light bulbs so it was a little dark in the laundry room (the room I got lost in). He noticed this little door built into the wall, he twist the tiny polished silver knob, the door springs into action. It springs open, something falls out and whops Tim on the head and he screams (Taylor provided that tid bit cause she was helping him). The door hid this neat little built in ironing board. Tim tells me to be careful of the little door in the laundry room. It's scary. I tell him...been there, done that in the day light, ain't opening it again.



We all got settled in after all the hysterical events of the night. I hear a loud thump from the girls room (remember them laughing at me earlier). I asked who is up and what happened. Taylor says..."Um...I ran into the wall, cause I can't find the bathroom."
Taylor chillin' on the air mattress Sandy loaned her...


and they were laughing at me....

the one light I left on was the bathroom light...

thinking about going all "Little House On the Prarie" and tieing a rope to our respective rooms to find our way back...

Keeping it real at Butler Manor...in the city

Misplaced Rednecks

We are that family.

We are that family that has lived in the country for 14 years.

We are that family that apparently when turned loose in the city do not know how to act.

Last night, Tim came home to the temporary home with a grill in tow and cooked up some dinner. While he was grilling...the girls had their music (Katty Perry) turned up loud, Tim had his police scanner turned up loud, we were shouting back-n-forth at each other over all that other loudness. Tim was sitting on the tail gate grilling, smoking his cigar, talking on the phone. At one point I looked out the window and saw Taylor chasing Mary Margaret with her Flag from the Flag Line Tryouts, trying to smash her with it. It was then that I realized...we're not in Whittsburg anymore.

I told Mary Margaret to tell them all to knock it all off or we would get a loud noise ticket.

She went outside and screamed..."Kaye Kaye said to knock it off or we would get a ticket for interruption of loud noise." Which is SO NOT WHAT I SAID.

I asked why she repeated what I said WRONG. Her answer: I added one big word to make you sound smart.

Tonight I plan on taking a few pictures of our temporary home. I have a really funny story to go with it too. Hint, Tim and an Ironing board...Tim may not want me telling it...

Keeping it real and Butler Manor...in the city

Whittsburg Flood

Whittsburg is now flooded. Friday morning, this is how we got out. Tim made me drive the truck on the roll back wrecker and he toted us out to dry land. Where you see the end of the roll back bed sitting on the concrete is where the water is today, four days later.

Sunday we went home one more time to get the last of what we needed from the house and locked everything up for the last time until the water goes back down, which will probably not be for several weeks.
This Taylor riding on Tims Duck Hunting boat Saturday afternoon, headed back to our truck from packing.


Moving day...sort of...
Sunday, Tim and his brothers and sister finally talked our in-laws into leaving their house. The Mayor of Whittsburg, Dianne (my sister in law) is staying. Thats true dedication to the job right there. I wanted to leave her the canoe, Tim left them the big boat. Ha ha, you know I'm kidding Dianne! Prayers are needed. Many neighbors are without a place to go and have lost their place to come home to. I miss my house, yard, flowers, cat....etc.

Tim and I bought our house 12 years ago. It was over grown with bush and weeds and lots of trash. Tim bush hogged, it was dry, hot, August. As he was bush hogging some rocks caught up in the bush hog and sparked and caught the yard on fire. We had turned on the water, but had no hoses. Luckily our neighbors stretched water hoses together and the fire was put out. There was a small rose bush that was burned. It came back each year and finally bloomed last year. Let me correct myself. It came back with a vengence! Huge thorns! It looks real creepy at night with its vines curling up to the sky. I secretly think that it is telling Tim to BACK OFF!
This is just the front of the bush. It grows way back into the woods with the base of the vines being at least 3 inches around. I tried to trim it back this weekend and thought once I got tangled up in the thorns that it was not going to let me go. I have battle scars. I tried to tell it that I was not the one that set it on fire.

So I gave up and it let me go.