Adventures on the ol' Homestead

I made it home around 4 in the afternoon on Friday and actually followed Mom for about the last 1/2 mile or so. One of the first things she tells me is that Dad took the landing to the basement out because they'd had a leak and they couldn't fix it with out removing the landing. She just wanted me to be careful if I went downstairs for anything because, to quote my mom, "That last step's a bit of a doosie!" She actually forgot about it and rolled her ankle a couple days before, but she's ok.

Unfortunately I did not make my goal of finishing 10 pages in my scrapbook. I only finished 6. But in my defense Todd didn't get home in time to take the kids so Angie and I were a little late. My niece, Taylor, went with us. She's really funny, she knows how to use some of the new tools better than I do. The funniest thing she did was tell me how to spell McDonald's. ( I might add that she is 10 and yes, she made me feel really stupid.) She's also migratory! She started out at one end of the table and before I knew it she was around the other side right in front of me. But that was my space, so after about 10 minutes I tried to make her move, 'cause I didn't have any room. She just giggled and moved about 2 inches toward her side. So I proceeded to put my huge book on top of her and her stuff and the after a smug protest she moved her stuff. (Hee! Hee! Hee! I'm such a mean aunt!) She got a real kick out of telling me how to spell McDonald's though.

After scrapbooking most of the night I got home about 1am and since I don't actually live with my parents anymore I do not carry a key to the front door. You guessed it. They (Dad) locked me out. Now here's a little background info. My parents live WAY out in the country, it's pitch black out, and because of all the rain they've had; the grass/weeds grow faster that my dad can mow them down. Also, since they live out in the middle of no where they keep the basement door unlocked. So I make my way through the jungle of weeds around to the back of the house and let myself in only to be greeted (and scared half out of my skin) by a big hairy beast. (The beast's name is Shadrack and he's my parents dog. Needless to say, I was not expecting him to be in the basement.) After crawling back into my skin and patting Shadrack on the head, I made my way over to the stairs. But remember the landing is gone. Now I'm only 5'1" and that first step was at least 15 inches. So I had to hoist myself up that "step" (I told Mom it was like jumping the gauntlet!) Shadrack followed me upstairs and then whined 'cause he wanted out. So he went outside and I went to bed. (Oh, and Shadrack cleared to gauntlet much easier than I did!!!)

You would think the adventure would be over, but it's not. The next morning I got up and took my shower. Well, just as I finish this HUGE spider climbs up out of the drain and starts coming right for me. My first thought was, "Oh crap! I don't have a flip flop to kill this thing!!!" So as it makes it's way toward me I finally hop over this HUGE thing and grab the clean shower spray stuff and, yes, I killed the spider with shower spray. Then I went and got Mom and she got it out of the tub, 'cause it was all huge and gross and soggy from the spray. Of course, when I went to get her I told her that I'd bairly escaped with my life from the HUGE spider that was holding me hostage. (She thinks I can be to dramatic. I don't think she realizes how big that spider was before I sprayed it and it curled all up and died.)

So after the spider adventure, Mom and I went shopping in Hutch. I got some little t-shirts and Mom got a new tube of lipstick. There were some other items in there, but those were the most exciting. Sunday, we all went to church and relaxed. I didn't get back until 11 o'clock last night. But I had fun. Over all it was a pretty good visit.

I'll post more later. I have to wait for something good to happen.