My-Guyver

You might have read my mom’s take on my husband, if you haven’t read it here at  MacGyver, as my post will be an off shoot of my mom’s post.

It was quite funny afterwards, you know once my daughter and I who were in the pool realized that it was not an electrical line.  My husband of course knew that it was a phone line, as he later told me, all of our electrical lines are underground.

What my mom did not tell you is that the first bird of paradise, that my husband took down with a chainsaw, actually came down and hit roof on the back of our house.  He knew it was not going to harm our house if it should hit it and so did I, but when it actually came down, it made this huge noise and it was like oh crap, this thing is really coming down.  My daughter and I were in the pool, just staring and then all of a sudden, Mac just started cracking up, she thought it was the funniest thing.  Did I mention that my husband was up 20 feet on a ladder when this was happening…with the chainsaw in hand.

The phone company finally came out to fix our phone line that my hubby had fixed with nylon rope, no really, he made a sort of Chinese finger cuff which temporarily fixed it so that we would have a working phone, other than our cell phones.

Anyways, this weekend, my hubby thought he should finish what he started when he ninja’d through our phone line, so out we went to begin the yard manicure…again.  Now the problem was the we still had to take down another bird of paradise that was by the phone line that was…well you know the story.  This time he hacked one side of the tree and tied a rope to it to make fall into another area of our yard and NOT back into the same phone line that the phone company fixed a week ago.

Well, it looked like it was going pretty good and then snap, it the tree fell and the phone line was cradling it, thank heavens it didn’t snap.  As I was freaking out, my hubby was telling me that its fine, and that he needed to just push the tree off of the phone line.  I have to admit at this time, I was preparing for the snap and another call to the phone company.  Everything worked out fine and now we only have one similar tree to go.  I’m sure it will be another post.

Everybody always laughs and teases my hubby and like my mom, calls him MacGyver, but to me, he truly is My-Guyver.

Breakfast

I’ve never understood why some animals eat their young, but after becoming a mother, I’ve slowly begun to understand where these mothers’s were coming from. They too must have had the following question asked by their young ones as well.

Mind you, this happened early one morning in the shower, I was barely awake and hadn’t yet had breakfast.

 Mommy, why do you have three tummies?

Of course, stupid me, I look down, like what is she talking about, I know I have two, but now three, crap, I’ll never be off my diet.

I don’t have three Mac, where do you see three?
Your boobies…
Now stop right there, those don’t count. I know about the other two, but hello boobies are not tummies.

 Now, if I were an animal, my daughter would have made for a tasty, deluxe big breakfast.

Left Out

Well, it’s taken a while, but I thought I’d better start a blog, especially since my mom, Nancy, has Aging Life.  I thought I’d better get started before my 5-year-old daughter, Mackenzie aka Macko, starts her own blog.  Yes, I hate to be left out of anything!

You see, I love to read blogs, they make me feel as though there are other crazy people like myself out there that strange things or experiences happen to as well. Yes, I’ve had the occasional pity party, you know the one, how come all of this weird stuff happens to only me,  but I’ve realized reading blogs, that hey, I’m actually pretty normal.

Thanks for visiting my blog, I’ll try to keep it as interesting and funny as my mom!