The Fun Times

It seems as though as it is all work and no play and that is just not true. There has been lots of fun times at Plan473 too.

The yodeling dog.  If we owned ten thousands acres to roam around, she would be found day after day at 10,001 acres.  To keep her from roaming away while working, she is tied to the tree or left in the car, depending upon the heat and length of stay.  If tied, she barks.  If caged, she yodels. She is unpleaseable.

Halloween.  Yes, the kid went as a special delivery package.  Drama included, free with no additional charge.  No returns, no exceptions. Apparently, for the kid, walking without the ability to freely move ones arms causes one to fall down, face first.  Let me tell you, watching him fall, face first was the funniest damn thing ever.  I know, bad parent, bad parent.  BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY!  He just layed there, face first, unable to get up, unable to roll over, unable to do anything but pick his head up and yell at me.  And oh, yell he did.  He probably would still be mad at me for laughing at him, except I picked him up (which was very difficult by the way) and told him that was the best thing ever, EVER!, and kissed his little nose.  Awwww, good parent.  (Just between you and me, still laughing at him, especially while trying to write this post!!!!) Eventually he got the hand of walking without normal arm movements and was seen tossing hula-hoops.  Hee, hee, hee.... Still funny.....

Pelute (pay-loo-tay), the neighbors dog.  Isn't he the cutest thing ever?  At our arrival he comes running, full steam ahead, straight to us.  Tail wagging, body quivering, happy little greeter.  Just so long as you ignore him.  Yes, ignore him.  The moment he is acknowledge: vamanos, sayonara, adios, he is gone.  No hola, no petting, nothing.  Strange little dog.

Kid in a box. What's the best kid toy ever?  A box. Everybody knows that.  And if the box is big enough for mom to fit into, well then, it is a box worth having.  The box was immediately modified to the kid's heart desire.  There are hand drawn sailboats on the inside walls, a window strong enough to place a plant on the windowsill (little engineer boy designed it with bracing) and a locking door from both the inside and the out. Image what he could do with a fridge sized box?

Claymen.  It's a little early for snow here in the coastal bend and the kid got tired of waiting, so he made a clayman.  Unbeknownst to his artistic skills, once made, these claymen hardened with the heat and are now breakable. And if you wondering to his facial expression, then don't.  Getting a normal kid picture does not happen.  He is a total goof!

Critter prints.  From the same clay the kid used to create claymen, he discovered hardened critter prints several days later.  If lead to believe by the kid, these prints were caused by space critters, godzilla, or things of that nature.  Not something as simple as a raccoon, a fox, or a rabbit.  Nope.  Not gonna happen.  Space critters.  Yup, space critters, he saw them.

Magnetic rulers.  Don't know what evil genius created a magnetic ruler, but the crown should be thrust upon his head.  We are building with and working on metal shipping containers.  Do you have any idea how great this magnetic ruler will be in the measuring processes?  When this was discovered at the local box store it was a total impulse buy.  And you know what?  It reaches all the way to 25' all by its magneticself.  Hot dog!  Magnetic rulers.  Almost as great as magnetic drivers.

Family time.  This was the D-Day Eve.  See, no stress.  And you wonder why the kid never has normal pictures......