Never a dull moment.

I never have to go very far for something to blog about.
I had scheduled for our propane tanks to be filled this week. Nothing extraordinary about that.

Yes, my tanks are over-sized. Thanks for noticing. For inquiring minds, the gas is for our grill and hot tub.

Yesterday, the driver/truck followed me in through our electric gate when I was pulling in from work…. She backed up that beast of a truck to the middle of our long driveway and I met her at the back of her truck after I parked in the garage.
The driver was so nice. So sweet: So Kelly.
I commented to her that I was worried about her backing up through out gate….it’s been hit before. {big brown truck!}
She said: Nahhhh…piece of cake. 
I told her the propane tanks were at the back of the driveway, she went to her truck to pull back further so she could do her job and I went into the house to my jobs.
A few minutes later I took a peek out the side window to see how she was doing and I noticed something unusual.

That is our gate keypad attached to the front of her bumper.
Concrete slab and all. 
And she had no idea.
I may have cussed in the privacy of my own home. A couple of times. 
I found her at the propane tanks and she was so sweet and delightful….telling me that one of our gauges needed replacing and it was no charge and blah blah blah…chatty happy lady.
I smiled and listened, cause that is what I do.
All the while I’m thinking: How am I going to tell her what she did???


Then I said: 
Um, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you took down my keypad with your front bumper…. 
Then you drug it to it’s death up the entire length of our driveway. 


She was beside herself. She did not see it because her truck was so high up…it was a pure accident. 

Her truck is that blue speck at the back of the driveway. The keypad had no luck in getting away.
She was so sorry. What could I say? I knew they were insured and things happen. I knew it would get replaced…I wasn’t worried about that. I was concerned for her job. For her mindset. I hate it when I do stupid stuff. It hurts my brain.
And no, Cocoa was not choking in that photo. She was throwing up because even she knows this gate has been such a nightmare to maintain.

After a few phone calls, and us both taking photos for insurance purposes, she pulled her truck to the end of the driveway…I was down there getting the mail and wondering how much of an issue it would be to have this replaced and working again.
She got out of her truck again and looked at where the keypad used to be.
She shook her head and threw her hands up in the air and kind of chuckled.

I did the same thing and said:

What are you gonna do? 
It’s toast, I laughed.

She laughed and said:

You are the most pleasant customer I have ever had….and I’ve wronged you the most!

You just can’t get upset about stuff out of your control. But I did enjoy controlling my gate.
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend without any accidental run-overs!
xoxoxo

It IS a Pinteresting summer

Thank you NCMountainWoman for giving me the word “pinteresting”
So yes, someone has been crafting.
{LoLo}
I’m not even surprised when I come home and find weird items all around the kitchen. Luckily, a flame torch has not been involved. yet.
But summer has just begun and she is flooding in the “creative juices” dept. Similar to the rest of Florida right now. 
Hammering and nailing the Sunshine state. Or as we call it, hurricane season.
And then you add some thread and mucho patience. 
 There is a heart shaped nail area over our county. I should work on my photography skills.
 This is what you do when you are mad at have a plethora of crayons. 
When I came home my nose said to me: It smells like kindergarten in here.
You never forget the smell of crayons.
Making PB Cup shaped crayons…
by melting other crayons.
The poor crayons didn’t see it coming. 
And late at night…when a person might be craving a peanut butter cup, these could become a snack.
Ok, maybe not the gray ones. I’m not that hungry. yet.
The brown ones are pretty good though.
Well, it got painted and yarned. That’ll teach it to ‘go with the flow’ next time.
We’ve also spent some time prepping for some upcoming events. One of those events is a super secret and I’ve turned into a professional liar. I hate lying. But lately, I’ve become proficient at it. It scares me…and it scares my people too.
“Mommy, you are such a good liar”
Gee, thanks Honey???
And of course, there is our upcoming vacation.
The girls are so flipping excited. 
They’ve never used a passport before…even after all those guilt trips I’ve sent them on.
The Coach told the girls they could each bring a friend.
He is so generous. 
Although, he drew the line when I wanted to also bring a friend.
I was going to bring YOU.
He is going to spend 8 days with his wife and 4 teenage girls.
Gosh…..what if we all get our periods at the same time?
*Suz throws her head back in laughter*

Ain’t life grand…..and of course it’s {p}interesting too.