Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Trailer Tragedy

I'm going on my 3rd week of trailer life and I'd like to think I've adapted to it pretty well. I'm getting used to the smaller space and smaller compartments but last night in the shower I seemed to hit a slight speed bump.

As I was washing up last night I somehow managed to bump into the shower door. My weight banged into the door making it sound like it was about to open. I may have rattled the door a bit but at least it didn't open all the way. Talk about a close call! I was momentarily thrown off my balance after bumping into the shower door and would have stumbled onto the floor had the door fully opened. I can imagine the shock all 3 dogs would have gone through as they were all lying on the floor upstairs around the shower. I would have bounced off the bed and fallen to the floor, sprawled out in all my glory, wet and soapy, and I can just imagine the fear that would have lit their eyes.

No doubt they'd need therapy after seeing something like that. LOL!

Laundromat Love

This going to the laundromat twice a week is turning into a real love/hate relationship. On the rare occasion I get the laundromat to myself, consisting of 4 washers and 4 dryers, I am able to throw 3 or 4 loads in the wash at once. However, when it's time to pick them up after each load has had time in the dryer..........that's 3+ loads I have to fold all at once!

On one hand it's nice to be able to get all my washing done at once, but on the other hand it's a downer to see such a huge heap of laundry sitting on my bed staring at me while it waits to be folded. At least with a house you can time your loads so you have a little breather in between folding loads.

When it's time to pull out my loads I prefer to save myself trips and pile all of my dried wash into one huge red bag. (Two of me could fit in this bag.) I sling it over my shoulder and trudge to my car with who knows how many pounds of clothes weighing down on my back. I'm sure any day now the kids around here are going to start calling me Mrs. Claus.

Trust me kids, you don't want these panties. LOL!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Calm and Soothe, Coming Right Up

Now that I'm living in a trailer out on the road I've had to forgo the convenience of having a backyard and all the luxuries that provides. With 3 dogs in the trailer I decided it would be best to get them on a routine as soon as possible and every morning after they eat I've been taking them on a walk. Yes, all 3 at once. Normally this isn't a problem but today was no ordinary morning. You see, we had a visitor under our trailer that I had no knowledge of.

I had barely stepped off the front steps when Abbie and Benny got jacked up over something they saw towards the front of our lot and I had to forget locking the trailer door and focus on managing those 2 hooligans. As their hackles went up and whines and barks increased I noticed who the culprit was. A little rabbit went darting out across the street. Talk about timing. It couldn't have been worse. Pahhhh!

I led all 3 dogs to the back of our lot so they could calm down after that bit of excitement and I wound up having to force one of my dogs to the ground. I couldn't believe how worked up Abbie had become over that little rabbit as she has never paid any attention to them before. I watched as her back legs would quiver every 30 seconds or so and I waited her out until her spasms were done.

I tell you what, those soothing and calming pills I've seen at PetSmart are looking better and better with each passing day. LOL!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Flushed Away

Living in a trailer is not without its quirks. I've been living in this trailer about a week and a half and I'm still learning the ins and outs of what every knob, switch and lever does exactly. When my husband asked me if I could "flush the black tank" I immediately quirked an eyebrow and questioned his question about what it was exactly he wanted me to do. He explained that when the toilet starts to bubble up when you go to flush it, the black tank (which holds all that lovely stuff we send down the toilet) is telling you it's time to drain it, aka-releasing it into the city sewer. After a thorough explanation of what it was I was supposed to do I told him I'd get it done.

Well time flew by during the morning activities and I pushed the black tank flushing to the afternoon and figured everything would still be sitting idle down there and it would be okay. I happened to use the bathroom this afternoon and I was reminded of what I still needed to do with the infamous black tank. As I placed my foot on the lever to flush the toilet, bubbles from down below came bursting forth with gusto and sent the toilet water flying a good 2 feet in the air. Never have I seen spray like that come flying out of a toilet and you can imagine my horror as I yelped and plastered myself against the furthest wall in the miniature styled bathroom. After disinfecting the toilet and walls I figured it was time to flush the black tank and send its contents on its way. After seeing that water rocket out of that toilet I will never again put off flushing the black tank.

Can you imagine if you were doing a double duty and flushed the toilet while you were still sitting down and that happened? Oooooh man! No thanks.

When my husband got home I told him what happened and he went on to tell me that when you're dealing with a full black tank you should always flush it slowly. Of course. Thanks for the heads up babe. Pahhhh!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Oil Spill

My husband and I just recently arrived in Austin, TX and have already found it to be a humid breeding ground for bugs. I decided that I didn't want to take a chance with our 3 dogs and bought some flea/tick/mosquito killer. Now, you're supposed to run the tube along the dogs back, from their shoulders to their tail but I think that's easier said than done. The oil seemed to get more on their hair than on their skin. Of course I learned this on the 3rd dog and halfway through the run I started working from the tail up.

Now it looks like all 3 dogs have an oil slick running down their spines. Talk about greasy hair. LOL!

Oh man, I'm about to die from gas inhalation.................from my dog!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Avalanche

I was out shopping with my mom and sister today when I happened to glance out my passenger side window. Now for those of you who don't know me here's a little tidbit of info: I am quite the car aficionado. I can spout off most makes and models with just a glimpse of the vehicle.

Anywho, as I looked out my window I noticed a truck driving beside us in the next lane over and I recognized it as a Chevy Avalanche. (At least that's what it looked to be.) The truck was much lower to the ground and when I glanced down at the name of the vehicle on the drivers door it looked like it said "RVlanche". I looked at my sister with a look of shock on my face and told her how I couldn't believe Chevy made a similar model to their Avalanche and called it an RVlanche. Never had I heard such a goofy thing.

After I filled my mom and sister in on how preposterous this name change was I quickly looked out my window for a second look. I started to say, "I mean look at that. It says RVa.........." and the rest of the words got caught in my throat. I realized it wasn't an "R" that was starting off the name of the truck but an "A".

In my defense I'd just like to say that Chevy's "A" looks very similar to a letter "R" and I thought they had made some major spoof off of one of their models. LOL!

Seek and You Will Find

The other day I was laying on the couch enjoying a good book when I reached for my bookmark to save my page. My hand came back empty and I was quite befuddled. My eyebrows shot up in confusion as I tried to figure out where my bookmark had gotten to. I quickly ran my hand around the top of the couch, as I was still laying down, feeling for it and searching for where it was hiding. All to no avail.

I then jumped off the couch and tore the cushions apart in search of my bookmark and yet I still found nothing. Confusion hit as I really had no idea what happened to my bookmark. It seemed as though it had vanished. I was clueless as to what happened to it.

About 10 minutes later as I was folding some laundry in the bedroom, I was still going on about where in the world that bookmark could have gotten to when my husband looked at me and said, "What is that?" I took note that he was looking directly at my chest and do you know what I found? (Other than those, LOL!) My bookmark! It was clinging to the inside of my shirt. Pahhhh!

I have no idea how it worked its way down my shirt or why I didn't feel it earlier but I was so happy to have my bookmark back. (My bookmark is 4 mini pictures of my husband and I.)

I just wanted to hold him close to my heart...................LOL!