Anybody want to join us?

Lori had to work today. There was a big anniversary thing at the aquarium and working was mandatory for everyone. She also has to work tomorrow, the poor thing. I felt so bad that I'm making her a special dinner tonight.

• 2 lb lobsters
• Fresh local tomato, cucumber, green pepper & red onion salad
• Fresh local corn on the cob
• Oh, and gin & tonics. Lets not forget them!
  

The swimming pool is up to temp too. Since my son has to work until 7:30, the Nudist Rules are in effect with mandatory skinny dipping until then.

Anyone want to join us? Leave your bathing suits at home. :-D

Anybody want to join us?

Lori had to work today. There was a big anniversary thing at the aquarium and working was mandatory for everyone. She also has to work tomorrow, the poor thing. I felt so bad that I'm making her a special dinner tonight.

• 2 lb lobsters
• Fresh local tomato, cucumber, green pepper & red onion salad
• Fresh local corn on the cob
• Oh, and gin & tonics. Lets not forget them!
  

The swimming pool is up to temp too. Since my son has to work until 7:30, the Nudist Rules are in effect with mandatory skinny dipping until then.

Anyone want to join us? Leave your bathing suits at home. :-D

OMG! A Miracle Happened Tonight!!!!!!

Let me explain.

This evening after work, Lori and her son came to my place so we could get a sofa for her and put it in my garage.

(FYI: Lori is trying to find a place near me, so is looking for furniture.)

We planned on eating Saugies (sp) for dinner (don't ask me what the fuck they are, ask Lori . They look like hot dogs to me, but I ain't from Rhode Island, so what do I know.)

Any way, I got the van from U Haul and we picked up the sofa and moved it to my garage. After we returned the van, we came back to my place for dinner. We cooked the Saugies.

Just so happens my son Brian got off of work and was home before I started cooking. Lori asked him if he wanted any. He said yes, he'd have one. When they were done, she told him they were ready and did he want to eat with us.

Okay, now here comes the miracle part.

He said YES!

HOLY CRAP!!!!!! HE SAID HE'D EAT WITH US? YOU SURE? YES, SHE SAID!

As Barry Manilow said...........................

Cause' its a miracle
A true blue spectacle
A miracle come true....................

HE'S NEVER EATEN WITH US BEFORE! HELL! HE DOESN'T EVEN EAT WITH ME!

I have to explain something. My son was not happy when I started dating after my wife passed away. He thought it was too soon. He like Lori, but just didn't want to accept my dating her. This is the first time he's ever sat down with us in the 15 months Lori and I have been seeing each other. Seriously, this really is the first time!!!!! You have no idea how happy I am.

Lori, her son Adam, my son Brian and me all sat around my dining room table and ate the Saugies (what ever the fuck they are) for dinner. We (mostly Lori and me) told stories and we all laughed and bitched about people for over three hours.

CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT? THREE FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brian even got up a few times and then came back to the table to chat some more. I was truly shocked. He's never wanted to associate with Lori's kids. Hell, he's never even sat down to dinner with Lori and me.

Do you think he's finally accepted that she is my love and accept that her and her kids will be part of our lives, forever.

Yes, forever!

Lori is my baby and I ain't giving her up no matter what!!!!!!!

What do you think?

OMG! A Miracle Happened Tonight!!!!!!

Let me explain.

This evening after work, Lori and her son came to my place so we could get a sofa for her and put it in my garage.

(FYI: Lori is trying to find a place near me, so is looking for furniture.)

We planned on eating Saugies (sp) for dinner (don't ask me what the fuck they are, ask Lori . They look like hot dogs to me, but I ain't from Rhode Island, so what do I know.)

Any way, I got the van from U Haul and we picked up the sofa and moved it to my garage. After we returned the van, we came back to my place for dinner. We cooked the Saugies.

Just so happens my son Brian got off of work and was home before I started cooking. Lori asked him if he wanted any. He said yes, he'd have one. When they were done, she told him they were ready and did he want to eat with us.

Okay, now here comes the miracle part.

He said YES!

HOLY CRAP!!!!!! HE SAID HE'D EAT WITH US? YOU SURE? YES, SHE SAID!

As Barry Manilow said...........................

Cause' its a miracle
A true blue spectacle
A miracle come true....................

HE'S NEVER EATEN WITH US BEFORE! HELL! HE DOESN'T EVEN EAT WITH ME!

I have to explain something. My son was not happy when I started dating after my wife passed away. He thought it was too soon. He like Lori, but just didn't want to accept my dating her. This is the first time he's ever sat down with us in the 15 months Lori and I have been seeing each other. Seriously, this really is the first time!!!!! You have no idea how happy I am.

Lori, her son Adam, my son Brian and me all sat around my dining room table and ate the Saugies (what ever the fuck they are) for dinner. We (mostly Lori and me) told stories and we all laughed and bitched about people for over three hours.

CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT? THREE FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brian even got up a few times and then came back to the table to chat some more. I was truly shocked. He's never wanted to associate with Lori's kids. Hell, he's never even sat down to dinner with Lori and me.

Do you think he's finally accepted that she is my love and accept that her and her kids will be part of our lives, forever.

Yes, forever!

Lori is my baby and I ain't giving her up no matter what!!!!!!!

What do you think?

The Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy of Root Canal HNT

I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19 to stay, but not for long

And I'm so un-happy
So very un-happy
I've got the love of my endodontist in my heart
And I'm so un-happy
So very un-happy
I've got the love of my endodontist in my heart

I've got the pain that passes understanding down in the depths of tooth 19...

I've got the wonderful love of my endodontist's dipping way down in the depths of tooth 19...

Well, if my regular dentist doesn't like his work, he can sit on a tack...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was another appointment for root canal. This time it was for one of my favorite teeth, tooth 19. That's the one way, way, way back in your mouth on the bottom right side. As I sat in the waiting room waiting my turn to see the dentist, another man came in, checked in and sat down. The poor guy was a basket case. He never sat still for a second and was as fidgety as a hound dog with fleas. Less than five minutes later, he got up and told the receptionist he'd be back in a minute, then walked quickly out the door. I sat there reading my newspaper for at least 10 minutes and he never came back. I figured he made a break for it.

The assistant came and got me and showed me to the recliner in the torture chamber treatment room. I sat down and she placed the bib around my neck. "The doctor will be here in a few moments. Don't I look happy?

Soon the sadist dentist came in to start torturing treating me and my look immediately changed.

The first part wasn't so bad. Just that little stick with tasty stuff on it that is supposed to numb the gums so the needle doesn't hurt when he stabs give me the shots.

That wasn't so bad, but then I see the needle and my mouth locks shut!!!!! Nothing was going to make me open it, nothing!!!!!!!!!

Well, nothing except when he turned around and asked to open wide. No, wider! WIDER!!!!!!

Okay, lets get this torture over with. I opened wide and he gave me the shots.

I knew I was just being silly, because the last two times I had root canal I never felt a thing until the Novocaine wore off.

Now I just sat there and waited for the lower right half of my face to numb.

The Novocaine did it's job and about ten minutes later the sadist dentist came back in to start the torture work.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but soon the spot light was turned to brighten the view of my mouth. That could only mean one thing! The sadist dentist was going to start the torture work.

Next came that cute little rubber apron he so gently placed over tooth 19.

"Yes Doc! That's it! You pinched the gum ever so slightly. I was hoping you'd remember that part."

Then the real torture work began!

The sadist dentist starts drilling.

So far so good.

He pokes around for a moment.

I felt a slight something. Not really pain, just a little something.

He drills some more and that sent a shark sensation down into my jaw. Like a burning sensation. I winced.

He asks, "Did you feel that?"

I wanted to say, "WTF!!!! Why do you think I jumped you idiot?" But couldn't say anything with my mouth full of rubber, so I just shook my head.

He carefully probed and asked, "Can you feel this?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative.

He probed again and said, "But you don't feel this, do you?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative again.

He pulls out that needle again and starts stabbing in my mouth wildly give me a few more shots. These I didn't feel.

The sadist dentist continues torturing me working and finished up about 15 minutes later. He bids me ado and I run like a scared rabbit walk to the reception's desk to make another appointment to finish the tooth.

So here I sit at my computer as the Novocaine slowly wears off and the pain is just starting. If it's like the last time, tonight it will peak and I won't be able to sleep on my right side. Never knew a pillow could cause so much agony.

UN-HAPPY HNT!

The Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy of Root Canal HNT

I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in tooth 19 (Where?)
Down in tooth 19 to stay, but not for long

And I'm so un-happy
So very un-happy
I've got the love of my endodontist in my heart
And I'm so un-happy
So very un-happy
I've got the love of my endodontist in my heart

I've got the pain that passes understanding down in the depths of tooth 19...

I've got the wonderful love of my endodontist's dipping way down in the depths of tooth 19...

Well, if my regular dentist doesn't like his work, he can sit on a tack...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was another appointment for root canal. This time it was for one of my favorite teeth, tooth 19. That's the one way, way, way back in your mouth on the bottom right side. As I sat in the waiting room waiting my turn to see the dentist, another man came in, checked in and sat down. The poor guy was a basket case. He never sat still for a second and was as fidgety as a hound dog with fleas. Less than five minutes later, he got up and told the receptionist he'd be back in a minute, then walked quickly out the door. I sat there reading my newspaper for at least 10 minutes and he never came back. I figured he made a break for it.

The assistant came and got me and showed me to the recliner in the torture chamber treatment room. I sat down and she placed the bib around my neck. "The doctor will be here in a few moments. Don't I look happy?

Soon the sadist dentist came in to start torturing treating me and my look immediately changed.

The first part wasn't so bad. Just that little stick with tasty stuff on it that is supposed to numb the gums so the needle doesn't hurt when he stabs give me the shots.

That wasn't so bad, but then I see the needle and my mouth locks shut!!!!! Nothing was going to make me open it, nothing!!!!!!!!!

Well, nothing except when he turned around and asked to open wide. No, wider! WIDER!!!!!!

Okay, lets get this torture over with. I opened wide and he gave me the shots.

I knew I was just being silly, because the last two times I had root canal I never felt a thing until the Novocaine wore off.

Now I just sat there and waited for the lower right half of my face to numb.

The Novocaine did it's job and about ten minutes later the sadist dentist came back in to start the torture work.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but soon the spot light was turned to brighten the view of my mouth. That could only mean one thing! The sadist dentist was going to start the torture work.

Next came that cute little rubber apron he so gently placed over tooth 19.

"Yes Doc! That's it! You pinched the gum ever so slightly. I was hoping you'd remember that part."

Then the real torture work began!

The sadist dentist starts drilling.

So far so good.

He pokes around for a moment.

I felt a slight something. Not really pain, just a little something.

He drills some more and that sent a shark sensation down into my jaw. Like a burning sensation. I winced.

He asks, "Did you feel that?"

I wanted to say, "WTF!!!! Why do you think I jumped you idiot?" But couldn't say anything with my mouth full of rubber, so I just shook my head.

He carefully probed and asked, "Can you feel this?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative.

He probed again and said, "But you don't feel this, do you?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative again.

He pulls out that needle again and starts stabbing in my mouth wildly give me a few more shots. These I didn't feel.

The sadist dentist continues torturing me working and finished up about 15 minutes later. He bids me ado and I run like a scared rabbit walk to the reception's desk to make another appointment to finish the tooth.

So here I sit at my computer as the Novocaine slowly wears off and the pain is just starting. If it's like the last time, tonight it will peak and I won't be able to sleep on my right side. Never knew a pillow could cause so much agony.

UN-HAPPY HNT!

If you enjoy theme park rides........

.... read this before the next time you go. You may decide to stay home instead.


THEME PARK RIDES ARE VERY SAFE, until they're not.
http://www.rideaccidents.com/

If you enjoy theme park rides........

.... read this before the next time you go. You may decide to stay home instead.


THEME PARK RIDES ARE VERY SAFE, until they're not.
http://www.rideaccidents.com/

I INTERRUPT THIS BLOG FOR IMPORTANT ANNOUANCEMENT #342!

YOUR FACE IMMORTALIZED on STAMPS just like Elvis.

You can now buy real postage that you can really use to mail real letters that have your real picture on them.  This is especially good for mothers, grandmothers and just plain conceited people that want to show the world their pretty face or whatever else it is they want to show the world.

http://tinyurl.com/2yykzx

Credit: I got this link in an email, along with a lot of other cool links, from my boys Linky & Dinky!

I INTERRUPT THIS BLOG FOR IMPORTANT ANNOUANCEMENT #342!

YOUR FACE IMMORTALIZED on STAMPS just like Elvis.

You can now buy real postage that you can really use to mail real letters that have your real picture on them.  This is especially good for mothers, grandmothers and just plain conceited people that want to show the world their pretty face or whatever else it is they want to show the world.

http://tinyurl.com/2yykzx

Credit: I got this link in an email, along with a lot of other cool links, from my boys Linky & Dinky!

Oh Crap!

I just realized I missed my appointment for another root canal this morning. I feel so bad, because I was really looking forward to the three days and nights of pain and agony and eating only soft food.

But that's okay!

I just called and they have an opening tomorrow morning!

Whoopee.............................. NOT!!!!!!!

Oh Crap!

I just realized I missed my appointment for another root canal this morning. I feel so bad, because I was really looking forward to the three days and nights of pain and agony and eating only soft food.

But that's okay!

I just called and they have an opening tomorrow morning!

Whoopee.............................. NOT!!!!!!!

Chapter 4: Basic Training - Part 1

After our week in the reception center we were bused to our respective basic training areas for 9 weeks of basic training.

Upon completion of a four-day processing period, in the Reception Station, trainees were assigned to Fort Gordon or one of the Basic Combat Training Brigades, either the 1st or 2d Training Brigade, at Jackson.

I was assigned to the 2d Training Brigade at Fort Jackson: Company A, 6th Battalion, 2d Training Brigade to be exact.

The 1st and 2d Training Brigades were responsible for the conduct of 215 hours of company-taught subjects. These subjects included: (1) Drill and Ceremonies, (2) Marches and Bivouacs, (3) Pugil Stick, (4) Bayonet, (5) Hand- to-Hand Combat, and (6) Mechanical Training with the M14 Rifle.

The Committee Group would teach us other lots of cool things.

The Committee Group was responsible for the conduct of 117 hours of instruction in Basic Combat Training subjects. The Committee Group taught two general subjects: (1) Chemical, Biological, and Radiological Training and (2) First Aid. Additionally, the Committee Group conducted training in such Combat Indoctrination subjects as: (1) Infiltration Course; (2) Hand Grenades (3) Night Firing and Vision; and (4) Individual Tactical Training, which included negotiating barbed wire obstacles, individual field emplacements, and individual camouflage. Finally, the Committee Group conducted training in Basic Rifle Marksmanship to include marksmanship fundamentals on the 25 Meter Firing Ranges, Field Target Detection, Field Firing Exercises, and Record or Qualification Firing.

These are just some of the men responsible for turning us into soldiers during basic training.




Our platoon drill instructors were SSG Jerry Temple, SGT Krietz and Corporal Levato.

This is SSG Temple. What a prick! He was a real redneck Rebel from the back woods of Tennessee and hated Yankees. Since most of us were from the northern states, he gave us shit for almost the entire time we were in basic. He was the most despised drill sergeant I ever came in contact with.







This is SGT Krietz and the most liked of all the NCOs commanding us. Just look at him, can you blame us for liking the guy?

Who does he remind you of? You'll know if you ever watched the Andy Griffith Show or Mayberry RFD. Yep, the spitting image of Deputy Barney Fife the bumbling dope of a deputy of Sheriff Taylor. But Sgt Kreitz was far from a bumbling dope. He was an excellent instructor.

Or does he remind you of Opie, Andy's son?


Sorry, no picture available of Corporal Levato. He wasn’t assigned to our company until after these pictures were taken.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as our bus arrived at the basic training company area, the door opened and SSG Temple jumped aboard and the yelling began. OFF THE BUS, OFF THE BUSS! FALL IN! DOUBLE TIME, DOUBLE TIME! FALL IN, FALL IN! LINE UP! DRESS RIGHT DRESS!

Our heads were spinning trying to comprehend what he wanted, because it seemed like no matter what we did, it wasn’t done correctly or fast enough. To test our speed, we were ordered to dump our carefully packed duffel bags out and repack them. Of course we were too slow and repeated this I don’t remember how many times. After a while, the drill sergeant much have gotten bored with this games and dismissed us to the barracks. We fell out of formation and double-timed into the barracks, which would be our new home for the next 9 weeks.

The barracks were built in the 1940s as temporary barracks and looking at these pictures, hadn’t changed a bit. The first picture was taken in the 1940s and the second in the 1960s.

The barracks were two floors high with bunk beds lining both sides of the room and with two wall lockers in between the bunks near the wall and two footlockers at the foot of the bed. The drill sergeant had a room at one end of the first floor. The mess cooks stayed in a room at one end of the second floor. The barracks was spotless and the floors were so shiny you could practically see yourself in it. Of course, everyone walked down the center aisle between the rows of bunks scuffing the highly polished wax as they walked.

Soon the drill sergeant and the drill corporal walked in and started that incessant yelling again. We fell in at attention at the foot of our bunks as the drill sergeant walked down the center aisle chastising us for walking on “HIS” floor and scuffing it up. We were told to never walk on that floor again. That the DI's were the only ones allowed to walk on the center aisle, which they did at least once a day probably to scuff it up and give us more work to do. There was one exception, we could walk on it while we were cleaning and buffing it to that high sign with a buffer.

Chapter 4: Basic Training - Part 1

After our week in the reception center we were bused to our respective basic training areas for 9 weeks of basic training.

Upon completion of a four-day processing period, in the Reception Station, trainees were assigned to Fort Gordon or one of the Basic Combat Training Brigades, either the 1st or 2d Training Brigade, at Jackson.

I was assigned to the 2d Training Brigade at Fort Jackson: Company A, 6th Battalion, 2d Training Brigade to be exact.

The 1st and 2d Training Brigades were responsible for the conduct of 215 hours of company-taught subjects. These subjects included: (1) Drill and Ceremonies, (2) Marches and Bivouacs, (3) Pugil Stick, (4) Bayonet, (5) Hand- to-Hand Combat, and (6) Mechanical Training with the M14 Rifle.

The Committee Group would teach us other lots of cool things.

The Committee Group was responsible for the conduct of 117 hours of instruction in Basic Combat Training subjects. The Committee Group taught two general subjects: (1) Chemical, Biological, and Radiological Training and (2) First Aid. Additionally, the Committee Group conducted training in such Combat Indoctrination subjects as: (1) Infiltration Course; (2) Hand Grenades (3) Night Firing and Vision; and (4) Individual Tactical Training, which included negotiating barbed wire obstacles, individual field emplacements, and individual camouflage. Finally, the Committee Group conducted training in Basic Rifle Marksmanship to include marksmanship fundamentals on the 25 Meter Firing Ranges, Field Target Detection, Field Firing Exercises, and Record or Qualification Firing.

These are just some of the men responsible for turning us into soldiers during basic training.




Our platoon drill instructors were SSG Jerry Temple, SGT Krietz and Corporal Levato.

This is SSG Temple. What a prick! He was a real redneck Rebel from the back woods of Tennessee and hated Yankees. Since most of us were from the northern states, he gave us shit for almost the entire time we were in basic. He was the most despised drill sergeant I ever came in contact with.







This is SGT Krietz and the most liked of all the NCOs commanding us. Just look at him, can you blame us for liking the guy?

Who does he remind you of? You'll know if you ever watched the Andy Griffith Show or Mayberry RFD. Yep, the spitting image of Deputy Barney Fife the bumbling dope of a deputy of Sheriff Taylor. But Sgt Kreitz was far from a bumbling dope. He was an excellent instructor.

Or does he remind you of Opie, Andy's son?


Sorry, no picture available of Corporal Levato. He wasn’t assigned to our company until after these pictures were taken.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as our bus arrived at the basic training company area, the door opened and SSG Temple jumped aboard and the yelling began. OFF THE BUS, OFF THE BUSS! FALL IN! DOUBLE TIME, DOUBLE TIME! FALL IN, FALL IN! LINE UP! DRESS RIGHT DRESS!

Our heads were spinning trying to comprehend what he wanted, because it seemed like no matter what we did, it wasn’t done correctly or fast enough. To test our speed, we were ordered to dump our carefully packed duffel bags out and repack them. Of course we were too slow and repeated this I don’t remember how many times. After a while, the drill sergeant much have gotten bored with this games and dismissed us to the barracks. We fell out of formation and double-timed into the barracks, which would be our new home for the next 9 weeks.

The barracks were built in the 1940s as temporary barracks and looking at these pictures, hadn’t changed a bit. The first picture was taken in the 1940s and the second in the 1960s.

The barracks were two floors high with bunk beds lining both sides of the room and with two wall lockers in between the bunks near the wall and two footlockers at the foot of the bed. The drill sergeant had a room at one end of the first floor. The mess cooks stayed in a room at one end of the second floor. The barracks was spotless and the floors were so shiny you could practically see yourself in it. Of course, everyone walked down the center aisle between the rows of bunks scuffing the highly polished wax as they walked.

Soon the drill sergeant and the drill corporal walked in and started that incessant yelling again. We fell in at attention at the foot of our bunks as the drill sergeant walked down the center aisle chastising us for walking on “HIS” floor and scuffing it up. We were told to never walk on that floor again. That the DI's were the only ones allowed to walk on the center aisle, which they did at least once a day probably to scuff it up and give us more work to do. There was one exception, we could walk on it while we were cleaning and buffing it to that high sign with a buffer.

Swimming Pool Opening 2007 HNT!

Last weekend it was finally time to open my pool. Lori was a tremendous help and I want to publicly thank her. Thank her for that, and for recording it for posterity in photos.

1. We emptied all the water bags that held down the winter cover.





2. Then we started pulling back the winter cover so we could remove it. (Note: We had to pause so Lori could take a picture to show you how clean and clear the water was.)



3. Once we dragged the cover down to the shallow end of the pool, I had to remove the water that was on the cover and the leaves and sludge that had accumulated over the winter.



You know what? That woman has a fixation for my ass. Remember me to hide the camera when I'm doing bending projects!

4. Next we folded it up for removal to the curb for the trash man. The cover had a few holes in it so I had to toss it. Oh joy! I get to spend more money on this fucking pool!



5. Now it was time to get the filter back together...







Oh crap! Another one of THOSE ass pics!



...while Lori used the net to remove the leaves and sticks from the bottom of the pool.



You'd be surprised at the diversity of life that can be found in the bottom of a swimming pool.



6. Time for a fudge pop break. Man woman does not live by gin and tonics alone!



7. Well, there it is, my freshly uncovered swimming pool!



8. Now I just had to fill the pool the rest of the way with watter so I could start the filter and check for leaks. Remember the major leak I had last year!



9. The pool was finally filled and past the leak test! Hooray!!!!! It's finally time for that gin and tonic and a toast to the 2007 skinny dipping season! Anyone want to join us?

HAPPY SWIMMING POOL HNT FROM LORI AND TONY!!!!!!!!

Swimming Pool Opening 2007 HNT!

Last weekend it was finally time to open my pool. Lori was a tremendous help and I want to publicly thank her. Thank her for that, and for recording it for posterity in photos.

1. We emptied all the water bags that held down the winter cover.





2. Then we started pulling back the winter cover so we could remove it. (Note: We had to pause so Lori could take a picture to show you how clean and clear the water was.)



3. Once we dragged the cover down to the shallow end of the pool, I had to remove the water that was on the cover and the leaves and sludge that had accumulated over the winter.



You know what? That woman has a fixation for my ass. Remember me to hide the camera when I'm doing bending projects!

4. Next we folded it up for removal to the curb for the trash man. The cover had a few holes in it so I had to toss it. Oh joy! I get to spend more money on this fucking pool!



5. Now it was time to get the filter back together...







Oh crap! Another one of THOSE ass pics!



...while Lori used the net to remove the leaves and sticks from the bottom of the pool.



You'd be surprised at the diversity of life that can be found in the bottom of a swimming pool.



6. Time for a fudge pop break. Man woman does not live by gin and tonics alone!



7. Well, there it is, my freshly uncovered swimming pool!



8. Now I just had to fill the pool the rest of the way with watter so I could start the filter and check for leaks. Remember the major leak I had last year!



9. The pool was finally filled and past the leak test! Hooray!!!!! It's finally time for that gin and tonic and a toast to the 2007 skinny dipping season! Anyone want to join us?

HAPPY SWIMMING POOL HNT FROM LORI AND TONY!!!!!!!!