It is over

There has been a nagging issue since we moved here. It would often rear its ugly head at the most inopportune times causing severe marital distress and  even some heated arguments. NO MORE!!!!!

WE HAVE AN AUTOMATIC ICE MAKER!!!!!!!!!!


No longer will I have to sheepishly tell Karen that "I saved her one" when she finds only one lonely cube of ice in the tray! No longer will I have to threaten to throw out the remaining ice cubes if I don't think there are enough left for Karen in the tray.

Below is a picture of marital bliss:






Those that say you can't buy a happy marriage have never bought an ice maker!

Taming the maze

a bit at a time.

Before:




Note the pipe that Papa tripped over and broke.....well, thats the way I remember it anyways......

After:


Much better. I'm sure that at some point in time all these pipes made sense to whomever installed them.

Some days

my job is better than others. Today was one of those days:








I was at the speedway twice. The day before was all classic hot rods, but I didn't have my camera. Today was dragsters!

More repairs

My parents worked their butts off while they were here. I would have felt guilty about it if there was a way to have stopped them from doing it, but that would have been impossible.

Since I knew I couldn't stop them from working I had planned a project for them. I needed an 18" trench dug from my elecrical box to my garage. A distance of about 150 feet. Papa said that Nana could only use a shovel that had a 6" handle on it and, wouldn't you know it, I didn't have one so that project never got completed!

They did however fix

1. 5 broken kitchen drawers
2. 3 doors
3. Added an electrical outlet forthe TV.
4. Replace a GFI breaker with a standard breaker for our washing machine
5. Fixed the toilet that broke while I was at work.
6. Added a whole house filter to our water system.

No we were not drinking when we installed it....lol. We just didn't have enough 90s to make it straight. And yes I do own stock in the company that makes the glue for PVC!!!!! Its not pretty but it doesn't leak and now my washer screen should not get plugged up!!!

I helped with 3,4. Tom and I helped with 6.

Brian also helped to troubleshoot an electrical issue while he was here. Someone drilled a hole in one of our walls and cut the electrical lines. Brian confirmed this by pouring salt water in the hole. I would have never thought to do that....lol

I love family reunions. I'm having another one about the time I plan to wire my garage!!!!

Thanksgiving

Since my parents would not be here for Thanksgiving, Betty mad a Thanksgiving dinner before they left.






It was, as usual, great!

Building 160 Store

It is not much of a name, but it is full of STUFF. If you ever need some extra STUFF, this is the place to go!

None of us really needed anymore STUFF, but we were worried that one day we might wake up and realize that we didn't have enough STUFF. What would the neighbors think??? So we went and bought some more STUFF.

They have all kinds of STUFF here. Good STUFF:


Interesting STUFF:


STUFF you may have never realized you needed living in the middle of a desert:


And STUFF you can't believe they are selling:


Here are some more photos of random STUFF:








Here is Karen, Nana, Papa and Nancy trying to figure out how much STUFF we can fit in our car:


Its like that Thanksgiving song "Alice's Restaurant"....You can get anything you want at Building 160 Store.....

We had a great time

at the Brothels in Crystal Nevada!
While not technically a brothel, we started at the Short Branch Saloon.






Here are some of the locals we met. The lived in Pahrump but felt Pahrump was getting too crowded when they put up a second stop light, so they moved to Crystal!




The current administration is not very popular out here:


Then we went to the Cherry Patch Ranch. Mia was a bit dissapointed that it was being remodeled.








Belly up at the bar. Brian asked for cheap whiskey in a dirty glass....lol




The ever so nice bar maid Sissy. She was great fun.


Here is Brian checking out the "menu" from some of the brothels in town.


Some of the political cartoons on the wall. They have been fighting about prostitution out here since .....well, for a long time!


A business licsense for the brothel.


This poor soul was discovered in one of the wals of a brothel during a renovation.

As seen below, both of her hands have been cut off to prevent identification I suppose.


This is Road Dog. He was found by one ofthe locals here sitting in the median of the road on his hind legs, front legs up in the air as if he was begging for a ride.


Here is Mia holding her copy of the brothel bible.






We had a great time out there. One local advised us to skip the Brothel Museum, another advised us to "go see it". We were glad we went to see it.

Just remember that they are "brothels", not "whore houses" becuase whores don't get paid! Or so they told us!

Comming soon

pictures from the family trip to the brothel in Crystal Nevada.

The fire queen

The next day we stopped at Bettys on the way to our house.


Feeding Gideon




















Later it got kind of chilly. We had picked up two packs of fire wood. It didn't last long. The call mom the "fire pit queen" in twin mills, now we know why.
When we ran out of wood, she started cutting things off our plants to burn


Here they are burning our Christmas Pine cones.


When that ran out, they started on the furniture:










No one really like that little table anyways. It was a spider pit!!!!