Ingrid!

YAY! Ingrid's back! She broke right before Memorial Day Weekend - threw a fit and some bearings. Nearly a month later she is completely repaired and back to work! I've been using Jeff's mower, which is nice, but not really good for our park because it's so big, and it's 'throw-guard' is on the side, where Ingrid's is on the back, so you don't have to worry too much about throwing rocks and breaking windows and shtuff.

This week has been a big week in the world of the park - we had 35 rigs on Thursday night and probably about that on Wednesday. We have 2 clubs in and the past few days do feel like I've been running around with a chicken with it's head cut off (not like a chicken with it's head cut off but still running. Running like a chicken with it's head cut off means running in circles, panicky. Running with a similar chicken means running in many different directions, panicky, covered in blood.) Anyway, it's great for the park, but I have to admit I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning (when most of the rigs will be pulling out).

Mom got a birthday card from someone in Atlanta this week - which makes a lot of sense, because it was her birthday. But she didn't know who's handwriting it was - and the lack of a return address made her concerned about Anthrax. But I recognized the handwriting as definitely feminine. Mom thought it may belong to a certain extremist in Atlanta who is male. The photo of the handwriting is posted below (without my foot for perspective)...mom would never make it in the Anthrax department at the NSA. She could however make it in the conspiracy theorist department of the local sanitarium.



Happy Birthday, MOM!

Foreshadowing... mom and dad are going to be pirates today, and I'm going to be a cowboy. Also, Dan Judy is in the Northwest getting ready to hike another hugemongous mountain, so soon we will have a truly interesting blog to read! Have a great Saturday!