Hear the flutter of Wings

Should-da Know-ed

Thoughts and Ideas....I'll throw a fishin' line out into the "Gray Goo-eee Matter" located somewhere in that "Bone-eee Brain House" that sits on the end of the "Broom Stick" that someone shoved up my backside on a whim so, I can try to drag one of those "fish-eee thing-eees' back out. After that I gets to toss it into this chere fryin' pan. That is, of course, if I don't swipe a "fish-eee thing-eee" out of someone-elses "fish-eee bucket" to which I'll give full credit to the someone-else that I swiped his/her "fish-eee thing-eee" out of thier "fish-eee bucket" and then toss it into this chere fryin' pan.

Language and Spellin'....I'll try to keep most of the "Gutter Talk" from gettin' into each post. Ch-yaw'll notice that I did say "TRY". As for the other, IF I can find it in Webster's...IF NOT, get ch-yaw'lls "cryin' towel" ready cause ch-yaw'll might needs it.

Laughter...Doin' my best to discover how to put it into words which is a lot harder than I thought it would be but, somewhere along the line I sure are a-hopin' that I succeed in puttin' a smile onto ch-yaw'lls faces.

Politics....Now that Can and Does get very opinionated and quite Heated around these parts. So, the "Gutter Talk" may rear its ugly head more than once. If, ch-yaw'll don't want to see it at those times then cover ch-yaw'lls eyes cause I don't provide "Eye Wash". Times are tuff--don't ch-yaw'll know.

Religion....I've got mine .. so my opinion is mine. Ch-yaw'll got yours .. so ch-yaw'lls opinion is ch-yaw'lls. I may give my opinion. Ch-yaw'll may comment back according to ch-yaw'll opinion. BUT, we won't be a-chingin' each other's opinion, will we.

So ch-yaw'll come on in, sits it down and puts ch-yaw'll feets up and see if ch-yaw'll might find somthin' that'll catch ch-yaw'lls intrest for awhile. Ch-yaw'll be sure to leave me a comment so I'll know how my "fish-eee thing-eees" are a-cookin' in this chere fryin' pan.

I hears ya, .. I HEARS YA. Damn, my bird sa squawkin', the cat sa yowlin' and I needs my cup of Hot Tea with it "little ole splash" of Bourbon to help take the chill off.

So ch-yaw'll come on back and see what I pulled out of my "fish-eee bucket" .... ch-ear. Miss Em

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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Back breaking Saturday in the middle of Puppy Sitting

Well, here is the  l.o.n.g  promised ending to the story of the "Puppy Sitting Week-end" that was the first week-end of March.  I know I am way late on getting this to you and nothing I can say will be good enough to be called an excuse. 
So goes life.

This was the best week-end that we had in a long time.  The sun was putting out just enough heat that one did not have to wear a jacket.  And the wind was 'breezin' along at just the right clip where one would feel cool even when one was trying to work up a sweat.

After getting the 'Puppy' settled and outside for the major part of the day I headed for the un-loading project.  Grab an egg-McMuffin and some juice to go from Mc-Kee-Dee's so I could stuff my face on the way.  I stopped at the little store near the left turn I would take that would head me down the street to the awaiting crew in order to get a bottle of water to start the working part of the day off right besides I was thirsty after scarffing the 'salty-lead-rock' from Mc-Kee-Dee's that at that time was sitting in my glutton-nee gut...badly. 

Once there I discovered I needed my drill and a hammer along with several screws to replace the nails that I was going to be removing.  20 minutes later {after unscrewing 10 screws, digging out 10 nails and the using of several swear words and stating several times what I would like to be doing to the nether-regions of the last person who pounded the nails into that board because that person bent the nails over and hammered them until they were buried into the board.  "Dumb-Damn-Idiot of Stupidity" was the least of the "nice things" I was saying about "It"} we were ready to start moving vynil siding into the storage area.

I didn't start to take pictures until we were about half done with the empting process.  Now you can scratch your heads and wonder "What! Was she not thinking?"  My answer is "Yes."  It had not even crossed my mind until I stood there and said to the other Assoc. Board member, Joyce Walters, "We should have been taking pictures."
Her comment, "Well it's not to late to start."  So it was off to the purse in the car to get the digital and start to click away.  Nothing special.


This was taken about 2-1/2 hours after we got started.  We had a lot of loose siding that did NOT get bundled because the bundlers  had run out of plastic wrap.  LUCKY US.   You never know how heavy 'bundled' vynil siding is until you start moving it.   
The  other Board member is older than I am and has some knee problems but she was game on moving as much as she could so she was handleing a lot of the loose stuff because she could pick up as much as she thought she could handle for each trip that she would make.  A single piece of vynil siding 6 inckes wide and 16 feet long really doesn't weigh that much but when you put 40 to 50 of them together...that a whole different story.


Yep, that's me standing on the vynil siding inside of the pod. For those who are saying or thinking, "Geesh. Is she really that wide?" the answer is...  
                                               "Yes. That's me...in all my glory{ ;D}                                                                          Now the siding started at an angle near where my shirt ends on my broad backside and went across and up to where the top of my shoulder would be on the other side of the pod.  That was the starting point of this project.

And that is one of our GREAT helpers in the fore-front of the picture.  I am getting ready to grab ahold of some of the plastic wrap in order to lift from that end while it is being pulled from the other.  It took team work because the plastic wrap just wouldn't slide on the vynil siding.  I can't remember how many times I nearly fell on my well padded backside as the siding would move under my feet. 

Our helpers, Van Troutman and Tyler Troutman.  Yep, your right they are brothers.   The two of them were very hard workers. They also have a great sense of humor.  The both of them were amazed that this 60 year old short-squat female was not only able to crack the whip but work as hard as they were.  I would gladly work with them again. 
They are standing in front of  the main staging area after the vynil siding was pulled from the pod.  The 'Saw Horses' could hold a total of 3 wrapped bundles.  All of the loose vynil siding was being put on the ground on the other side of the 'Saw Horses' where Joyce would tote it from if she wasn't making 'Ice Water', taking pictures or running after Subway sandwiches for lunch. 


 And then.....it's the beginning of the tote



And ... to the end of the tote-ing into the storage area of the small club house.   
This ended up being a 5-1/2 hour job of pulling, lifting and tote-ing that vynil siding.  The day was NOT pleasantly spent but I did meet a couple of fine young gentlemen who put up with a "lot" from me.   And for any who are wondering, I did help to tote every bundle that was pulled from the pod.  I don't 
"shurk- off" onto someone else what I can do or aid in doing.  That was the way I was raised and Mom made certain that it was thoughly understood, too.

When all of the pulling and tote-ing was completed, it was a matter of putting the plywood sheet back over the door with out the use of nails, sign the checks, saying good-bye and heading back over to play with the 'Puppy' before a nice long shower and putting my feet up after I gulped 3 Asprins.  If you are wondering if I was stiff the next day the answer is NO.  It hit me Monday morning when I rolled, literally rolled, off the bed and tried to crawl into the bathroom.


???  Ain't Age Wonderful  ??? 

Sunday of the 'Puppy Sitting Week-end' was preparing the home for the owner of the 'Puppy' to return to later in the afternoon.  And, that's the end of the adventure of a nice "quite" week-end in a house on the Chat-ta-hooch-ee River with what I thought would be feet up, sippin sweet tea and taking care of a 10 year old 'Puppy' who likes to chase balls but NOT bring them back to you.

4 comments:

Coffeypot said...

We old folks can supprise many of these youngsters. They never had to work hard for a living.

Paxford said...

Wow! Can't wait to see what a "busy weekend" ends up for you!

:)

Pax

Miss Em said...

Hi Coffeypot...I won't tell anyone how long it took for the back muscles to say "O-Kay. You learn your lesson for now."

Hi Pax...Fishin...that's a busy week-end...anytime. ;~D
When I do stuff like that...its call "W.O.R.K." ;~{
BTW..How's the WC ... gone I hope?

Cactus Mark said...

Way, way to much work for me.