Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Speaking of Smells...
Seth and I can check "deal with a sales manager at a car dealership" off our life list tonight. We've been checking out cars and our options to prepare for the day that the Rodeo dies. Well we test drove a Ford Freestyle tonight and the guy got us to run some numbers... I know, never finance through a dealership but I wanted to see what we should prepare for. I told the guy we would run the numbers and that's where it would stop. Well they thought we were suckers. The guy ran the numbers (and I was actually impressed with them) and we told him we had to go home and think about it. Well, he didn't like that and proceeded to ask Seth how he was going to provide for his family, along with other offensive questions. When we told him it was time to go, he got all offended and walked out to go home and go to bed. It was rather interesting and something we won't be doing again. I did enjoy the new car smell, it took me to a place I've never been.
Memories
Today I was at the lumber yard picking up some stuff for work. As a Hyster forklift loaded me, I got a whiff of the propane exhaust. Immediately, I was taken back to the days of Asgrow and dusty old warehouses and seed boxes. It is funny what a smell can remind you of. Good time, good times...
Brant
Brant
It's Done!!!
We finally finished it. It is surprising how much work one little room can be. We decided that cleaning, patching and preping took most of the time. We got up this morning (I have the 24th of July off), finished laying the tile, installed the base board, cleaned and moved the stove and fridge back in, installed the metal threshold strips from carpet to tile, put new door pulls on the two pantry cupboards, re-stained the window sill, bought a new throw rug for in front of the sink, bought a new can opener and toaster (the others still worked fine but weren't pretty enough), and installed a new light over the dining room table. Mom wants to get a new stove and fridge (white) but that's another day. That's it, I've had it, I'm tired.
Dad and Mom
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