dateline: Tuvalu

Much excitement here.
Sort of.
Let's see...Middle has secured summer employment at a local warehouse. He has no idea what he will be doing or when he starts but we'll overlook those little details.
Youngest is all set to graduate from 8th grade in a ceremony that I find silly but will attend. (Let's hope it's not too hot that day.)
Work is slow for Oldest, but that seems to be going around.

Yesterday, after answering 40 minutes worth of medical questions on the phone, K and I had our life insurance exams...in our own home. We had to pee into cups, have our blood pressure taken, submit to dining room phlebotomy and K had an EKG. The fellow who did all this was very fast and efficient and I had a wonderful time asking him about his job. He called me ma'am a lot, which was only slightly distracting and was absolutely lovely. I told him that I love to ask people about their jobs and had him tell me about his dinner (beef kabobs), his family (two sons and a daughter), and how many people he sees per day (he's never sure but it's usually between 10 and 15). He reminded me that he was self employed several times and thanked God, quietly, for his job. I fell completely in love with him when he took a small bathroom scale out of his bag, fussed with it for just a second and had me step on it.
It showed that I weigh 117 pounds.
I had told the telephone interviewer that I thought I weighed 127 pounds but decided that THIS scale HAD to be correct. And, in fact, it was pretty accurate for K's weight so I'm sticking with it.

After our morning medicals, we scootered to do some errands and drove past an ambulance picking someone up off the busy street near our house. An elderly man had fallen into the street and needed stitches. There was a horrific accident on this same street over the weekend and it was closed for five hours while an investigation was completed.
As a result of all this I was a little nervous about scooting - people drive carelessly and fast near my house which can be scary on the scooter. As we were returning we realized that our street was closed and saw several police and fire vehicles RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR HOME.
It turned out that the sanitation truck had a hydraulic fluid leak and broke down. Such a commotion with the hazmat stuff and firemen and all the while Oldest's car was parked illegally. I had him go outside to move it as the policemen were kind enough to not ticket him and he said: I've only been here for TWO MINUTES. And the policeman said: WE'VE been here for 23 minutes! Thanks for moving your car. It's nice to have a private police force.

With the absence of Survivor we have had some difficulty determining what our weekly viewing-with-mom-after-dinner will be. The range of programs is disappointing but last night we had a very nice pork tenderloin (with broccoli and brown rice) and settled in to watch
Wipe Out. It turned out to be as ridiculous as the commercials led us to believe. There were a couple of funny moments but we don't generally enjoy watching people fall down. The end was somewhat exciting as the "go-go dancer" beat the "rookie cop" at the final challenge. Then the "jazz dancer" set a record time for our favorite contestant (I can't remember what he does for a living), Travis. But the dancer won in the end.

We started to watch I Survived A Japanese Game Show but didn't last long - although I liked it a lot better it's not going to be our summer replacement show. Does anyone have any suggestions for us?

So, that's it for the moment. Much vehicular activity, new insurance policies, and we are not quite done with school...AND I WEIGH 117 POUNDS.






I'm winking - are you winking?