Apr 14, 2008

Monday

Well, the good news is that our oldest son, and our daughter-in-law told us yesterday that they are having a baby in November. Actually, they had their four-year-old Aiden tell us, but it works out either way. We are very happy about this news. Just last week I was telling Mrs. Sneed that I was sure that we won't have anymore grandchildren and she was telling me that I'm full of crap. Turns out she's right again. My handyman friend asked me to help him put up an evaporative cooler on a customer's house today. I figured that it would take a couple of hours. It really took us over eight hours. That's eight hours on someone's roof in the hot sun. I may be too old for this. Actually, if he could use me two days a week, it would be a pretty sweet deal. He pays me much better than the hardware store guys and a couple of day's work would more than cover what I make in thirty hours a week at the store. Speaking of the hardware store guys, I found out something interesting. Mrs. Sneed is planning a trip for the grandkids and any parents interested, to Disneyland in June. We are staying at the Grand California at the park which is something she has wanted to do. Since Disney thinks their hotel is paved with gold, I have resisted. I asked my boss if I could take off three days from work, unpaid mind you, and she told me that anything over one day has to be approved by the owner. There are several stores in this owner's empire and he apparently has time to micromanage the scheduling of part time employees. Very strange. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

10 comments:

Julia said...

Congratulations on the future baby.

Needing to ask special permission rubs me the wrong way.

Nan Patience said...

Why is it that when a man tells you an installment of a whats-it is going to take two hours that it invariably takes eight, huh? And the world is held hostage while this never-ending task requiring the utmost care, several cold beverages, and lunch, proceeds? If you let go of the hardware store and go in with this do-it-right-the-first-time type of fellow, you may never have time for babysitting and Disney again!

dennis said...

Dennis agrees with Julia, except Dennis likes it when you rub his fur the wrong way. Invigorating!

Karen said...

Congrats on the grandbaby, Merle.

Disney Grand California, huh? Better keep both part- time jobs and consider adding a third....

d. chedwick bryant said...

Grandfather Merle, sounds very dignified. I see a top hat, monocle and silver handled cane. no wait, that's Mr. Peanut. I always confuse you two.

Kurt said...

Oh Merle, you and I know that you never need to work again. Quit the job and go to Disneyland.

d. chedwick bryant said...

If they wont let you have vacation time, just tell them you have to quit-- they'll either change their tune or tell you they'll rehire you. You're Valuable.

MamaCole said...

Congratulations on the new baby. I love new babies.

You don't know me, but I have to tell you two features on your blog that I just love: The time/temp (especially since you are in such a nice warm place) and the reading level thing.

Very interesting...

alicesg said...

That was good news. Congratulations on the new baby.

Steve said...

Yay on the baby!

Boo on the boss' boss.