My dad didn't know how to put on a ridge vent--that is, until I told him. He might put one on the shed he's building (it's a pretty hard-core little house, let me tell you) and was wondering aloud about how it should be installed. I had a mini flashback of climbing up a rather steep hip roof to inspect a newly installed ridge vent (only to discover that I'd have to come back later with some tar because the group left one stinking nail head exposed) and then I remembered--I know how to install one! It was a happy moment.
I also advised him that Gatorade is not a very good mixer. His look told me that he was going to try it with Grey Goose anyway and I probably shouldn't be giving him advice on drinking until I'm old enough to actually know... :)
Septemberfest has been fun so far. Tonight there was a local band, 7th Heaven, opening for John Waite. They did covers of oldies and some of their own stuff. Despite their having the worse band name ever, they were very energetic, very good--and did I mention the lead singer had a pretty hot Irish accent? They had tshirts... my grandma bought me one.
John Waite sang well, but had absolutely no personality. How can you frown when you're singing about smiling? And I didn't really know any of his music, so I zoned out halfway through and started thinking about random stuff: "I wonder if my back tanned at all when I was floating in Lauren's pool earlier today? 'Hell is for Children' made me sad yesterday."
Tomorrow I will most likely end up watching the parade and having lunch with Lauren and her family. They always have beef sandwiches... yummy...
I've been running almost every day (be proud :) But the way I keep mentioning food in this post makes me wonder how it is that the new jeans I bought 2 weeks ago are already feeling a bit baggy :p
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