The re-missionary's-Kid: August 2013

The New Holland chopper that has been sitting here for a while and getting worked on it when ever the Boss has time finally found a buyer. So now it has become one of the main projects around here; trying to get everything cleaned up, painted and put back together.

Since the Boss has a lot of work to do out at the hill, he sets me up here at the house to clean parts, paint, or…..mow lawn. :-P

I like working outside with chopper parts and stuff like that. (Esp. since it means that I can get out of housework and anybody that knows me knows how much I loathe housework! JK) (If I get dirty enough, I can even get out of changing laundry! heh heh)

So what does ‘cleaning chopper parts’ actually mean?

Well, normally it means that I ask the Boss what he needs done, get the sandblaster out, hook things up and go to it… until it starts to rain, in which case I QUICK unhook things, cover up the sand, and haul the blaster and the clean parts back under the roof before the flood comes.

Sometimes I run out of sand. If that happens I either wait for more or …. Get out the trusty wire-wheel.

I have learned several things about wire-wheels in the last few days. One is that you can get things cleaner with the sandblaster than with the wire-wheel. Two: If you use a wire-wheel long enough, you find out you have a lot more muscles in your hand than you thought you did. And among the many other things I learned, #3 and #4, which are: ‘cleaning parts with a wire-wheel is a ONE PERSON JOB.’ And ‘If you have any “extra” skin cells on your fingers, a wire-wheel will gladly take a few off of the nearest poor, unsuspecting fingertip or knuckle.’

In the past 2 days I have discovered 3 things I want to call ‘Charlie’.

#1 Charlie: Sue Elen, because she can do some pretty amazing Charlie Chaplin acts when she’s trying to get out of a job.

#2 Charlie: One of the new kitties that only has one eye opened so it’s a ‘one-eyed-charlie’.

#3 Charlie: My trusty wire-wheel, because “Charlie bit my finger!.....AND IT’S STILL HURTING!”

MOMMY! MY HANDS HURT!

P.S.
One day, after I was done working outside for the day, the Bosses wife needed to go into town to get some things. She took the little people with her and since Josue was at the clinic waiting to come home with Kendra and Prisila, and the Boss was still out at the hill, I was left all to myself....I was cleaning up the kitchen when I came across a bread bag that had what felt like a credit card in the bottom....It was a piece of plastic about the size of a credit card but it was a plastic puzzle. Here are my results: