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Homeward GINGIEEEEE! Loch = The Troll My Brother Nate Chibba Language Various & Sorted |
Dias 11.2000
Disclaimer: Since this is meant to be a personal journal of our days, some information may crop up from time to time about certain persons outside of the immediate family. I will only post information that I deem to be public knowledge...stuff that's "out there". I am also very likely to post opinions...maybe this is a little inflamatory to some. Count yourself forewarned. Don't email me all ticked off, OK? I spent the thanksgiving holiday cleaning and arranging the new/old (it's all perspective) house. That, and feeling guilty about how my puritan ancestors REALLY treated the "Indians". Not something to feel proud of. I also spent a few hours on Sunday pulling ivy and thorns out of the backyard. I would work on an individual tree, then put cheek to bark when finished. I could hear the trees thanking me. So solid and wonderful! I felt alive. On Friday, The Troll went outside and promptly ate some dirt. On Saturday, he beaned himself in the head with his toy garden rake. After all the screaming, he managed a few "ouchie"s. Ouchie is not limited to the sensation of pain, mind you. I put a sticker on his hand - that drew an ouchie. I wiped a bit of sour cream on his hand - that's ouchie as well. Well, folks looks like my plans for a little garden have been dashed. After our first night in the new/old house - which BTW has a fenced backyard and is inside the city limits - I awoke to three deer about 20 feet from the house. It was awe-inspiring at first, then I realized the jeopardy to my future gardening endeavors. But there they stood, lounging, NOT eating a bit of IVY. It wouldn't be so bad if they would just EAT SOME IVY. It is apparently better to lounge and poop in. Sunday morning they were back, but now numbered four. Flashing the whites of their tails in my general direction - but not too excited over the fact that I was standing there giving them the staredown. Chibba has been fastidiously alert and warns me of any backyard deer and squirrel hazards. But she's not so good at chasing them away. Any one know where I can get a well-behaved-not-so-big dog? Oh, I guess I should talk to Barry about a W.B.N.S.B. dog before I go asking around for one... A couple of closing thoughts on this rainly rainly day... JENNI! Hang in there. You KNOW I love you, right??? You want I should fix it for ya? (Done in my worst NY gangster voice.) Sending you ALL my love, my sweet skronkie! For those of you wondering THE TRUTH... YES, I am an ordained minister. Yes, I CAN marry people. I CAN council people...but who would want it? I am not a preacher because I do not preach. One could argue that I do not minister either, but really now we're talking semantics. Everyone ministers. That's why this church ordains everyone. Get ordained at the Univeral Life Church. The current ruckus got started when mom called me and said, "Guess what your grandparents told me about you, and are telling everyone they know???" "I told them to stop telling people that!!!" Well, Janelle is all excited over a rumor that turns out to be true. Yes, mom, I guess I am the black sheep of the family. I got a big laugh over how excited she was. I told her that I would give thanks at the Christmas gathering. Which I think made her even more nervous... The Troll is going back under the knife December 1. Seems that one of his ear tubes has fallen out. Poor kid. He's been on antibiotics to clear up an ear infection and now has a yeast infection - on his face! So he looks more Ogre-ish than Troll these days. Not very *cute*. All this house stuff has my head spinning. 6 days and counting. So much money. In the end, I might name the place "Poor House" rather than "Mystery Switch Manor". Oh well. Now that we are getting ready to sign for the house, I am most anxious about actually parting with such a large sum of money for the down payment. I'm really too much of a tightwad to separate from that kind of money without some sort of anxiety. Troll Word of the Week is: GAKKIE. Loch has learned what a cookie is and now is pointing toward the kitchen all the time now, saying "Gakkie, gakkie!!!" And just realize that gakkie includes, but is not limited to: Ritz crackers, saltines, cookies, CheesIts, etc etc. Alternate words of the week are: "Ouchie" and "Turkey". Don't everybody get all excited at once, but looks like Mystery Switch Manor will be ours. I was trying to wait to announce it (fear of jinxes and all) but I think that things are going to go off without a hitch. We made an offer, counter-offer, got the inspection, the loan, and all that jazz. We plan to close on November 21, just in time to spend thanksgiving moving our five sticks of furniture. Everybody, send your happy-house vibes this way, looks like we'll need them! While you're at it, send your house-fixin' vibes as well... it looks like I am going to be doing some serious house-fixin. You know, house-fixin is just not Barry's thing. On a funny off-note, I found another mystery "switch" - actually an outlet - in the backyard jutting out from under all of that ivy. How funny is that? |
