The Blue Angels were at the air show today. Awesome. Just Awesome. I'm such a dweeb, though. They fly by and I can't see them for the mist in my eyes. Whatever. It was worth the almost three hour wait in traffic to get to Davis Field in Muskogee. I must say, Muskogee's finest dropped the ball on this event. Pretty piss poor planning made for some really unhappy people.
While we were gone, some high school punks decided to play baseball with our mailboxes. They're smashed to smithereens - ours, MIL's, and the one that used to be Mom's. Hub is livid. He's going to file a complaint with the post master on Monday. Like they can do anything! Yes, I know it's a Federal offense.... with no witnesses. Unless someone at school Monday overhears some bragging about the weekend events and turns them in, nothing will ever come of it. Still, Hubby feels the need to get even over the destruction of our $20 mailbox. I'm consider ourselves lucky that we haven't been hit before now.
Yesterday I had the MRI done. It wasn't that bad. The noise was humorously annoying, the table vibrated, and when it was all over, I was relaxed and rather loopy feeling. I probably could have gone to sleep, but the pillow was uncomfortable.
I also had the breathing test yesterday. I get the results Monday afternoon. I asked the little old lady who administered the test: How can it tell between lung disease and "old, fat, and out of shape"? She replied, "Well, it just can." That's comforting. Sadly, however, she made me huff an inhaler, and I could breathe more deeply and comfortably afterwards. Oh, I feel myself being ushered onto the Meddy Merry-Go-Round.
Hubby is watching a really vile, vulgar, profane movie, something like "Smokes and Aces", not sure. I had to leave the room. I don't know how he can watch stuff like that. (shudder)
Hoping to do some housework tomorrow, but I'm afraid I'm going to be spending the day at Home Depot devising plans for creating a baseball-bat-proof mailbox.
Sigh.
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11 years ago
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How cool that you got to see them. I'm sorry the planning wasn't better though.
We had the same mailbox problem when we lived on the farm. Kids got it two weekends in a row before DH got serious about making a bat proof mailbox.
He ended up building a rebar cage around the box, attaching it to a plate of metal that was attached to a piece of oil-field pipe stuck in concrete in the ground. It wasn't going anywhere.
The next weekend, the kid that had gotten our box the two weekends before came to the house to use the phone because he needed an ambulance. He broke the bat and his arm. I called the sheriff and the ambulance for him and let them deal with him.
In the end he ended up with minor charges and a hefty hospital bill.
That's too cool. I tried to talk Hubby into doing the concrete-lined mailbox. He read an urban legend about some kid getting whacked in the head by the recoiling bat, getting killed, and the family suing a winning. He wants revenge, but not that bad. Guess we'll just have ALL the mail sent to the PO box, not just the bills & bank statements. I think I'll just leave the mangled box flapping in the breeze down on the road.
Alatariel now has plans to marry a jet pilot. She wants her dad to get his pilot license so he can be a Blue Angels pilot. Awwww. Dad had to break it to her that he's too old. She was disappointed. :)
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