You lost what??? Part II

Remember when Brett lost his ring at Lake Powell? That's not all he lost at Lake Powell. Actually come to think of it we lose a lot of things at Lake Powell. My sister-in-law tossed her anniversary ring to her husband right before waterskiing and, well, he didn't catch it. We lose bathing suits, towels, beach toys and water shoes. Of course we gain tans (or in my case burns), great memories and come home with lots of sand in our bags.

On our last Lake Powell trip Brett gained a concussion and lost his two front teeth. Sorry Brett. Yep... I did it. Me. The driver of the boat who hit the waves that threw him from the molecule that resulted in said loss of teeth. He has already had 3 oral surgeries to work on his teeth. He has one more to go to get permanent teeth put in. Right now he has a gap where his teeth SHOULD be and fake teeth that he can wear. He plays with his fake teeth all the time driving me and his brother nuts. "Will you knock it off?" I'm always saying. He leaves his teeth everywhere; on the couch, on the counter, on his bedside stand and then says to me, "have you seen my teeth?" I keep telling him not to leave his teeth lying around.

That leads me to last night when again he left his teeth on the counter. Sunshine was coloring at the counter and it came time to put her to bed. Brett put her to bed and shortly thereafter went to get his teeth. They were gone. Suspicious. You bet. We searched and searched and searched. No luck! I didn't even have to say "I told you so." All I had to do was make the sound, "hmmmmm." The best part was when I heard him go into Sunshine's room and ask our little 2-year-old "where did you put my teeth?" as if she would answer him! hahaha!!!

Serves him right for hiding his mom's keys in a heater vent when he was three. Now that's payback. I wish I could be in all of his meetings for the next month as he tries to hide his gap. I know, I know. That's kinda mean isn't it? I'm trying to be nicer... I really am. But sometimes being right feels soooooo good. Terrible isn't it?

The Inhumanity!!!

As if black fingers and being scared to death with the bang of the prong being blasted off wasn't enough, insult was added to injury (well I wasn't really injured) when I discovered that as a result of of the outlet mishap my dishwasher wouldn't work!!! Oh the inhumanity!!!! I may not have not have been a casualty of the electrical surge but my precious dishwasher was.
To add further insult, however, I discovered that the next morning after doing all of the above dishes.... my dishwasher was up and running just fine. What the what???

But my home was not finished betraying me.... oh no. I went to curl my hair on Friday only to discover that the outlets in the master bathroom were not working. The bathroom lights worked just fine. The lights in the mainbathroom did not work but the outlets DID work. What in the world was going on???

I could go without curled hair though - and have done on many a day. What I could NOT go without was heat. This was my thermostat in the mornings this weekend...
It did not get above 67 as hard as I tried and prayed and wished it to. I normally set it to 73 and am still cold and wearing multiple layers. At 64 and 67 I was suffering from frostbite.

I thought it was a result from my electrical mishap but it turned out with a $75.00 service call later that it was just a dirty furnace filter. Now I'm no longer wearing my coat in my house. Yeah!!!!

How Many Times Can Electricity Strike?

I know there are differing opinions on how many times a person can be struck by lightning in a lifetime but has research been done on the number of times a person can accidentally be electrocuted?

When I went to the Philippines for my brother's wedding a couple of years ago my sisters were too chicken to try their curling irons and hairdryers in the outlets not knowing if they would be compatible so I volunteered to be the guinea pig. A spark, bang and burnt thumb later (plus no working hairdryer) and I had my first experience with an outlet. It didn't actually hurt but it was really freaky to see all the black on my thumb.

Today when I went to plug my sewing machine in to the island outlet in the kitchen in order to quilt with a friend the same thing - a spark, bang and black fingers on both hands.

It blew the prong off the extension cord!!!

It was so powerful that it has blown the power to the island, pantry light and fridge - BROKEN. With the help of my friend we pulled the fridge out and plugged it into another plug. Needless to say I'm very nervous when I have to plug anything in today!!! (and my thumb feels kinda tingly)

From this experience one of two things needs to happen... either we up the insurance on me OR I invest in rubber shoes.

Now THAT'S a Goose egg!!!!

The boys decided to go "sledding" in our backyard on what they deem to be a hill at the very back of our backyard.  It's more of a bump really but hey! it kept them busy for quite some time and out my way... I mean out in the fresh air and having fun.  But because last year we misplaced a couple of our sleds we are down to two which means 4 boys and two sleds.... not good.  and I don't mean not good because they are arguing over the two sleds which I would have expected.  I mean not good because it's an accident in the making.  We do have a Sheriff in our home... he is 8 years old.  I should really just refer to him hearafter as Sheriff in my blog because that's how he acts.  My six year old acts like the mom/dad giving suggestions for brothers' discipline so I'll refer to him as Wannabe.  My four year old has a habit of giggling when he gets in trouble.  Let's just say he giggles A LOT. So we'll call him Giggles.  And my 3 year old.... how could I refer to him as anything other than Smiley (have you ever asked him to smile for you when taking his picture???Trying to get a normal smile is no easy task.)

Anyways, Wannabe and Giggles were instructed by Sheriff to share which they were, when reaching the bottom of the "bump" Giggles accidentally pushed down on Wannabe's head resulting in the following goose egg:

Poor Wannabe!  Sometimes the things they do to each other by accident are worse than what they try to do on purpose!