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More Owen and Eli.

The boys are having a sleepover at grandma and grandpa's last night. Their parents come in with them to BS with us for a while. I'm sitting on the couch yakking with their dad when Owen comes up to us and asks if we want to see his new trick. We said, "sure." So, Owen clasped his hands together, raised them over his head, yelled "Wrecking Ball", and slammed his clasped hands into his nuts. Then collapsed on the floor. His dad says, "Owen, What the hell is wrong with you?" Me, I looked at his dad and said it comes from your side.

Eli plugged the toilet.
Not a little 'oops'. But a full fledged, "how did something so goddamn big come outta of you and plug the crapper' clogging. It took almost an hour to break that puppy loose. I swore a few times but I had to assure Eli that I wasn't swearing at him. Nothing will get the swears flowing like having the rotating auger come flying out of the shit colored water and fling ick over the auger operator and the walls. I could hear Mrs. Cheesy giggling each time it happened. I finally got it broke loose and part of it jumped up in the bowl and startled me. Ever see 'The Monster That Challenged The World'? Yeah, it was like that.

I haven't been that glad to take a shower since I learned not to spread manure in a strong tailwind, fifty some years ago.
 
Toilets clear, just rinsing off in the shower now.

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More Owen and Eli.

The boys are having a sleepover at grandma and grandpa's last night. Their parents come in with them to BS with us for a while. I'm sitting on the couch yakking with their dad when Owen comes up to us and asks if we want to see his new trick. We said, "sure." So, Owen clasped his hands together, raised them over his head, yelled "Wrecking Ball", and slammed his clasped hands into his nuts. Then collapsed on the floor. His dad says, "Owen, What the hell is wrong with you?" Me, I looked at his dad and said it comes from your side.

Eli plugged the toilet.
Not a little 'oops'. But a full fledged, "how did something so goddamn big come outta of you and plug the crapper' clogging. It took almost an hour to break that puppy loose. I swore a few times but I had to assure Eli that I wasn't swearing at him. Nothing will get the swears flowing like having the rotating auger come flying out of the shit colored water and fling ick over the auger operator and the walls. I could hear Mrs. Cheesy giggling each time it happened. I finally got it broke loose and part of it jumped up in the bowl and startled me. Ever see 'The Monster That Challenged The World'? Yeah, it was like that.

I haven't been that glad to take a shower since I learned not to spread manure in a strong tailwind, fifty some years ago.
holy shit thats funny, I damn near passed out from laughing so hard ! :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: shit I still have tears pouring out of my eyes.
 
The Cheesy household is getting its first pooch since our 18 year old Iggy crossed the Rainbow Bridge in 2015. Kind of a sad thing for the new dog is that he was sort of a pawn in a nasty divorce. Anyway, my SIL mentioned to his coworker that we were kinda sorta looking for a dog as I’m retiring at the end of June. His name is Buster and he’s a six year old well behaved mutt. He’ll be arriving this weekend.

Looking forward to having another possible sidecar monkey.
 
Buster is a definite Jeep dog. I don't know if his previous family had Jeeps but his tail goes into overdrive when we walk past mine. I opened the tail gate to set up the LJ rear seat to take Eli to his TKD tournament, in jumps Buster. Take Buster on a pee stroll, open the drivers door to get my phone I left in the console, in jumps Buster. I hope he takes to the sidecar as easily.
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Found out why Buster is a Jeep dog. He's a Jeep dog because the Jeep is not lifted. He can't get his overweight and outta shape butt into the pickup. Pick up isn't lifted, either but it sits higher than the LJ. We are working on that. Just walked him a mile this morning and he's passed out in his bed.

I'd like a nap, too, but I'm not going to let him know that.
 
Kind of proud of Owens' brother, Eli.

As mentioned before, Owen has a stutter. it's gotten better since Owen has started kindergarten but it's still pronounced. Owen and Eli go to the same K-5 school and Eli is in 3rd. 10 years old but looks 12. Big kid for his age. So, two 5th graders are picking on Owen because he 'Talks Funny'. Owen is less than 4' tall and is in tears. Eli sees what's happening and asks them to leave Owen alone. One of the kids tells Eli to mind his own business and shoves him. Eli told him not to do that. Kid did it again. Big mistake. Eli went into Bruce Lee Black Belt mode and had both kids laid out on the floor in less than 10 seconds.

Eli's teacher had tried to intervene before 5th graders began flying, but wasn't as quick as he was. Parents called in, conferences held. Surprisingly, both boys Dad's asked their sons if they learned anything. First answer they got was to not tease Owen.:LOL: That wasn't the answer they were looking for. One Dad told his kid that he didn't raise him to be a bully and if he thought he was in trouble now, wait until he got home. Other Dad pointed to our SIL, 6' 4"/ 270lbs, and asked the kid how he'd like it if Jake treated him like he treated Owen. I guess the kid started bawling. My understanding is that this kid was the instigator.

Eli was told by the school principal that she was glad that he protected his little brother but if there is a next time, to get an adult. Eli responded that there wasn't time, so he acted. Eli's mom, who is also a black belt, explained to the principal that Eli has been taught to avoid confrontation when he can, but to end it as quickly as possible when he can't.
 
Owen has dance moves.
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We were at our nieces' wedding in Mad City last night. Owen and Eli spent the entire evening on the dance floor. With Owens' slick moves, he now has a fan club.;) Mostly our nieces friends and new in-laws. The red things on Owens ears are headphones provided by the DJ for the kids.
I wish I'd taken more pictures but I had a pounding headache. Too late, I remembered why I don't drink wheat beers.

If some child potty humor is wanted, last weekend I got a text from my oldest daughter. Youngest grand daughter, Ren, asks her dad what he's eating. He's eating dates with peanut butter but tells her that he's eating camel poop. She was horrified that daddy was eating camel poop. She ran screaming to her mom and older sister that, "Daddy is eating camel poop and it's organic, right from the butt."

Myself, after I got done laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe, was horrified that my SIL was eating dates with peanut butter.
 
A little way back on this thread I mentioned my son bought his starter home, a little townhouse about 10 minutes up the road from me. Great little pad, and he had been plotting and planning his outdoor cave since he moved in back in the Fall of 2020. The plan was to fence in the yard and add a paver patio for a second seating area in addition to the existing patio, and also to move the grill down to the other side of the sidewalk on its own pad to give more room on the upper patio. Two weeks ago the plan began to come to fruition, supplies dropped off:

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he's probably 90+% complete, a few odds & ends to tie up then a big clean up, but that did not stop the victory lap with his buddies, couple guys really stepped up & helped him bang most of it out last weekend. They did all the digging & removal, spread a nice bed of stone & sand then laid most of the pavers. Also cut the planter in, it was back filled with a ton of dirt from the dig. I managed to help last weekend too, a bit, though it's hard to keep up with these kids in their mid-20s. I figured back into the mix mid-week when he called to ask some questions about the door, he wasn't up to speed on its design or construction so he tossed the fence section in his Jeep & brought it over on Wednesday, I busted out of work around noon & met him in my garage where we removed the three horizontal braces, framed it out with 2x4s then reused the original bracing for the arrow design cross bracing. We also stopped by Home Depot & picked up a little fire-pit table.

This morning I rolled back to see where he was, I ended up being appointed the task of digging the bbq pad; went down about 8 inches, back filled with stone then send & laid 4 pavers for a 30x30 pad, perfect for his grill. It's been a fun project, even more fun watching him go at it & really enjoy it. He's done a TON inside already, knocked a wall down to join the kitchen with the family room, new island, countertops, built a pantry with a sliding door, built out his man cave in the basement with a pool table. I keep telling him he doesn't have to do everything yesterday but he keeps hammering away at it. I get it, it is pretty exciting stuff when you're a new homeowner.

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Edit: he just sent this photo of the entire thing, cleanup and some detail work is all that's left plus we need to mount that last fence section on the far left. It was an afterthought, he didn't want to add it but I (think) I talked him into it. The plants they picked are perennials, they'll get about 18 inches wide and 18 inches tall so that planter will fill in nicely to create a barrier.

I think moving forward we'll have to get him a smoker of some kind so we'll also have to widen the bbq pad for that.

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My son in law, Owen and Eli's Dad, and his hockey team made the local playoffs. In the few times I've gone to his games, usually late on Sunday night, I've only seen them lose. They won their first round, 5-3.

Warming up. Jake's the big guy in front of the net.
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I wouldn't play goalie for a million bucks a game, but Jake loves it. He even stopped a puck with his head last night.:oops: I was too busy watching to take any pics of the game but here's Jake, at the blue line, leading his team to congratulate the three pointers.
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It's been 9 weeks since Buster has moved in with us and I have to say that I couldn't have asked for a better dog. He is a mutt but we have determined that his dominant gene is Shedder.:) He does protect us from UPS, USPS, Amazon, Imperfect Produce, and FedEx. He is very liberal with kisses. He's not a jumper, unless I come home from a multi day work trip. Then he's the Flintstones' Dino until I have been thoroughly greeted and subdued. And properly admonished for being away for so long. He's probably gonna be pissed on my next trip because I'll be out of the country for a full week. What he isn't is a snuggler, nor is he food motivated. You hand him a treat and he gently takes it. No worrying if you'll still have all your fingers.

He likes his walks but loves his rides. He likes my LJ the best but won't turn his nose up at Mrs. Cheesy's Renegade. I haven't had any luck with the sidecar yet but the weather has sucked all month so I haven't tried too hard. Unlike previous canines that lived under my roof, he will actually play. He likes to chase a ball, catch a frisbee, and play some tug o'war. The other dogs were usually a lump under a blanket. We set up a toy box for his squeaky toys and he will dig through it for a favorite.

I'm not a fan of taking a dog into a store, even where they are allowed, but today Mrs. Cheesy talked me into taking him into Sierra Trading for a new squeaky toy. Buster was on his best behavior. A couple of employees asked to pet him and he enjoyed it. He picked his new toy and carried it to the cashier. Handed the toy to Mrs. Cheesy to pay for it, and put his paws on the counter and chin on his paws while waiting for it to be rung up. The cashier handed him a doggie treat for being better behaved than most kids in the store.

He's currently working hard at his mid afternoon nap.
 
Buster was on his best behavior. A couple of employees asked to pet him and he enjoyed it. He picked his new toy and carried it to the cashier. Handed the toy to Mrs. Cheesy to pay for it, and put his paws on the counter and chin on his paws while waiting for it to be rung up. The cashier handed him a doggie treat for being better behaved than most kids in the store.
I see a career in pet store commercials...;)
 
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I've taught my pup to speak on command. Now I need to teach him when to be quiet :LOL: