02-04-2022, 09:10 PM
My mom called me her "dirt magnet" since I was 4 or 5. She learned the hard way when we were going somewhere a very specific order to get us ready. She got my four sisters dressed, and they sat in the living room watching TV. Then she got my brother ready; he sat patiently watching TV as well. Then she got my dad ready. and he started the car and had my siblings join him in the car. She finished getting herself ready, then she grabbed me cleaned me up, got me dressed and took me straight to the car. When we got to our destination, she grabbed me again took me inside so everyone could see I was clean, and she was a good mother. Then she would let go; 10 minutes later I was dusty dirty and had torn pants.
Mud puddles you say Mirah. I did a residential subdivision where I had to stake out a new storm water drainage channel through the middle of an existing storm water management pond that covered 5 or so acres. The mud was 4' deep, and we had to wade through it. Got stuck twice lost a boot and ended up just working in my underwear and bare feet.
Mud puddles you say Mirah. I did a residential subdivision where I had to stake out a new storm water drainage channel through the middle of an existing storm water management pond that covered 5 or so acres. The mud was 4' deep, and we had to wade through it. Got stuck twice lost a boot and ended up just working in my underwear and bare feet.