It's Official

Friends, family and hangers-on, grab your speedos! It's official- the pool was opened today.  Who knew that it would be this easy?  The only real problem we have is we have no, and I mean no idea how to keep this thing up and running.  There was some talk about procuring a robot to clean the pool.  That sure beats my wife working from home with a pool boy swinging by all too often.  Something about chlorine tablets, alkaline (you mean throw some batteries in there?) and acid - no not that kind.  Well, actually I have no idea what kind of acid they're talking about.  Ah, it's blue and he said we can swim in it.  I'm sure the rest of it will get worked out down the road at some point.  They say the best way to learn is to screw up a lot and learn the hard way.  Check and double check!  So feel free to book your get away weekend to fabulously LG and come take a dip in the pool.

As far as the rest of the house goes it's a slow and methodical process with a picture getting hung there, a last remaining box getting unpacked there, one of our children hammering a bunch of hammer holes into a newly patched and painted wall there.  Neither child will admit it even under intense lighting and questioning.  You have go to be kidding me.  We didn't even make it a month without destroying a newly patched wall.  My mom says it adds character.  It adds something alright.

Putting on the final touches is slow going.  You thought the curtains you took seven years to buy at the old house would fit nicely.  Then you realize the ceilings are two feet lower so not so much.  Anyone want some really well thought out curtain purchases that are basically new?  Just kidding, the Martha Stewart in Carrie mixed with a hint of MacGuyver thinks she can work it out.  Until then we're still the number one house in the neighborhood for voyeurism.

The super snobby garbage men finally came to haul our much needed massive 1 month pile of trash away.  What's with the over picky garbage folks here in the Midwest?  If you can't cram it into the one (let me stress one here) garbage can they provide you they won't take it.  Let's see here.  Um, this is America!  You can't limit a family of four plus a slightly overweight, or rather big boned dog to an entire week's worth of garbage crammed into one measly garbage can!?  What is this communist China?  So, once a month they'll take whatever you can pull, push or drag to the curb so we stocked piled our trash for an entire month and then let the curb have it.  We could barely pull out of the driveway to get to work.  And the titans of industry took not one, not two but three separate and timed throughout the day literally from 8am to 5pm to pick it all up.  The snobby garbage man picking up his one measly can came at 8.  Some guy cruised through at noon and took just the cardboard.  When I say some guy, I don't mean Elmer from down the street. I mean our once-in-a-while-cardboard-picker-upper-garbage man, if you can still call him a man.  And then the trash man came that took all the fun stuff.  You should've seen all the traffic our garbage was getting.  Everyone and their mother would slow down and take a gander at all that trash.  Unfortunately, in this case, one man's trash, was simply one man's trash.

Check out the sweet transformation of the pool in 3 short days.  Can't wait to take a dip!