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Whatcha gonna do with that?

Some of you have already heard that Big Blue, Liz's Cavalier, has bit the dust. And, thank goodness no one was seriously injured (click on picture to enlarge). Liz, two other HSE Color Guard girls, and a boy from the percussion section went to the Triton Central Football game on Friday night to hear their band. The weather was pretty rainy. On the way home, the kids got mixed up on I465 circle and ended up on the southwest side of Indianapolis. They finally figured out how to get back home when Liz was driving on the ramp near where I65 and I465 meet to come back home. As she was exiting the ramp, which is a large curve, her car hydroplaned at the bottom of the ramp sending the car spinning in a 360 crossing 4 lanes of traffic and resting against the median.  She called us and was hysterical concerned that someone was seriously injured. A nurse following the car stopped to check on the kids. They were all transported by ambulance to the hospital where all the parents gathered to see how they were. Thank goodness minor injuries compared to what happened to the car. Liz was probably the worse. She has cut up feet from her feet getting caught under the car pedals, burns on her arms from the airbag, a splinted left hand, a pretty nasty seatbelt burn and a sore back and shoulder. They were lucky there was no traffic on the expressway and did not get hit by a truck or car. Juan and I went to the junk yard to see it on Saturday. The impact was so hard the roof has a crease in it. The insurance company scrapped it, so no wheels for Liz. We took out enough clothes and junk in the trunk to clothe a small nation carrying two garbage bags, two backpacks, a cooler, two large sport bags, and her color guard show flag. And each bag was stuffed!

Interestingly, the state trooper told us that there are several accidents in the same spot. Cars hydroplaning. Then when we were at the junk yard, the tow truck driver told us that the state repaved it 8 months ago and water pools at the bottom of the ramp. On rainy days they pick up a couple cars each time in the same location. She was not the only car that night. Hmmmm, the insurance company is checking into that as a possible design flaw.

So Whatcha gonna do with ole blue! I guess crusher, it's done for.

Whatcha gonna do with that?

Do you know how many third world children you could feed with the sale of John's black bag collection. Probably half! That is right, HALF. John is totally obsessed with black bags. This picture, I kid you not, only represents a small percentage of the black bags that John owns.  This does not include the black bags still in other spaces downstairs, those he has lined up in his office, those lined up in the closet, or those that are sitting in his trunk now as he travels from Chicago.

So it makes me wonder...what do you call such an odd disease, this bag collection. And he has the nerve to call me a pack rack. Give me a break baggage boy!

Need some help naming this disease, send your suggestions along ideas for the usage of these bags.

Whatcha gonna do with that? A gift of appreciation?

I am suppose to be cleaning my house. Not adding to it with unusual junk, I mean treasures.

Usually when you do something special for someone, you may get a favor in return. You know the drill. I will babysit your kids one night, you babysit mine. I go on vacation and bring back a NICE souvenir. You make a friend a delicious meal because they are recovering from an illness and can't get around too good. Oh, but not me. I get this thing! Yes believe it or not. Another thing to add to my Watcha Gonna do with that? Sarah and clan went to Kentucky to visit Mammouth Cave. The bummer for them was that their dogs were not allowed in the campground unsupervised, some Jelly Stone rule. So I agree to watch the pooches over the weekend. Of course I say yes because my dogs love visiting with their cousin dogs.

It was a good weekend, the dogs were well behaved. The cousin dogs enjoyed chasing each other non stop around the house. We even personally picked up the pooches in Lansing so Sarah could get to Kentucky faster.

Sarah came to Fishers on Monday around lunchtime to pick up her precious dogs who were dutifully cared for all weekend long. Loved, petted, and treated most kindly. And what did the O'Brien's leave behind...well this goofy chicken. Hidden in between my pillows. It evens dances the Chicken Dance when you squeeze its foot. Oh, and let's not forget the rubber chicken key chainthat they personally handed to me which has a disgusting sack of ick coming out of its bottom when you squeeze him. I got that too. Wow, I am one lucky girl.

Hmmm, just wait Sarah, your time will come. I will start looking for that special gift for you too!