Raking: An Historical Convention

It seems that Mr. Knoy here, being from such a tropical upbringing, has never raked a yard. So it was promptly remedied.

 

He was most entertained by the whole thing, finding it exhilarating and sweat inducing. He mostly enjoyed flinging me into the piles of leaves and trying to bury me. I had many-a-leaf in my hair.

 

After while, Ellen joined in on the fun.

And of course, so did Mops.

Overall, Jibbles had a nice visit. I had to take him to the airport and 4 on Saturday morning, mimicking your dreadful flight Aunt Georgie. Yick! He was most entertained by the family's cynical sarcasm as well as Grandma's pushy demands.

We all enjoyed having you here Aunt Georgie, though I could have used a bit more time with you to fully absorb all of your witty remarks. You'll just have to come back. It's settled.

Where are you Summer?

Oh I can't sand this dreadful cold feeling. I'm going to have to whine about it until it's over. That will help. Oh to be warm and frolicking outside.

 

Lately I've been scheming to get Buddy a little girl friend. Colin seems less than concerned about the welfare of his new pup, thus I am trying to take her off his hands. Ellen and I are going to borrow her for a play-date with Buddy, while Baby, with her cute puppy ways, will melt Mom's heart and become the newest member of the family. What do you think? I think I'm on to something. Mom's a softy. 

In other news, I'm keeping myself busy with school related annoyances and work. Work will be over soon. I'm not sure what will happen then. Free time? Nah. I have signed up for my next batch of worthless and redundant classes. Perhaps these will prompt that drop-out I've been waiting for.

Ellen has been working quite a bit lately in-between her scheming for our family vacation. Which by the way, Dave, you are not exempt from. Dad needs you. We need you!!

We are all very excited to see you this weekend Georgie. You should be prepared for some relentless nagging and thoroughly planned attempts to get you on board as well.

Smoky Mountain

I have discovered the best cookie dough there is! I'm serious. You have to order some.

We knocked out the whole bucket in just two nights!

Things are cooling down over here. It's dark when I get home from work now. I don't like that. I've only got about three weeks left in my semester. Only three more semesters to go! Awe geez.
In exceptionally exciting news, I've been approved to study here for a month this summer. I am especially excited. I've already started reviewing my leisure club checklist. Valid passport, blue blazer etc.

We're all ok over here. Ellen has contracted the cold that I had last week. We did finally get our heater working but we have yet to turn it on as it smells like gas and we find this scary. Instead, we sleep in all of our clothes and I don't know about her, but I wake up sweaty, and therefore even more cold.
Ellen continues her hostessing gig. Last weekend Susan Sarandon was staying in the hotel, though Ellen never saw her. Coming soon is a big-wig gathering of CEO's and other important government rich people who I should be in awe of apparently. Ellen has to be cleared by their security and sign forms saying she won't talk about who is there. Oh how governmenty!!

Dad has been quite busy lately as well but still finds time to torment mom with his cheap shots and offensive humor. Mom has gone to quite a few jewelry shows and overall is doing well. Yesterday's show however, was a bust! Ellen and I are headed over for our Sunday dinner tonight. I've been bringing Dad all kinds of winter veggies from the farm and his meals have just been delicious!

It's Cold!!

It's so cold! I have on socks, shoes, jeans, a shirt, a sweater, a coat, a scarf, and a hat made for the Russian tundra. And I'm in my bed!! Ellen and I discovered two days ago that our heat doesn't work. Add it to the list! The repair guy should be coming but I hope he hurries!! Hmph!

I'm off to my elementary level writing class in a bit but in the mean time...

 

Everything is normal over here. The cats were left alone for one night and so punished me (not Ellen) by throwing up twice on my bedspread. I can never use that blanket again now. It's tainted. At first I moved it over and set it up as a display on Ellen's bed (much like the Bob classic, trash can in Carolyn's bed) but then I deemed it not so much Ellen's fault as her vindictive kitties. Anyways, I went home and got another, slightly less cheery blanket. Hmph!

The semester is half over now and I've gotten approval from the art department to go to Greece for the summer. I'm just waiting on the English department to say yes and then I'll start packing! Whoo Hoo!!