Murphy's Law and Bluegrass*~*

  
 At this point in my life I should have already learned the lesson of Murphy’s Law.
 
I mean, whatever can go wrong (or at least not according to plan) will most definitely blow up in my face at the most inopportune time.

Of course with my schedule, there really is no good time to deal with life’s little inconveniences. Things such as dinners that don’t cook themselves, garbage that doesn’t take itself out and worst of all……….broken appliances.

Granted if money and scheduling were not an issue, I would simply dial up Repair-O-Hunk and have him drop by during my afternoon tea. He could fix it up in a jiffy and we would be back in business.

Unfortunately my current reality doesn’t include a big bank account and any handyman that I would call would want to come during my work hours. So regardless of money, it would still mean I would have to ask my Mom to hang out at my house all day waiting on him/them or her.

So when I came home after work today, with all intentions of going back out to the opening night of RudyFest (it’s an annual bluegrass music festival, for those of you not in the know) and found a WHOLE bunch of water in the floor, I knew my evening plans were about to be re-routed.

I discovered this fluid festival in my floor when I stepped in it.

In my socks!

Oh yes, that is enough in itself to put me in a royally foul mood.

So I did a quick calculation and determined I would rather stay home tonight, fix the leaking dishwasher and be able to attend tomorrow night. (Friday night’s line up includes The Steeldrivers and I have been Mega-pumped for months about watching them. I don’t plan on missin’ that show unless, this thing is SPRAYIN’ water in the air!!!)

So anyway, I thought I would share, in detail, how I fixed my leaky dishwasher. I figure I can’t be the only person who would like to save a little green on something that you can easily do yourself.
　
First 2 things to keep in mind:
 

#1 - I absolutely DO NOT know what I am talking about. Do not hold me accountable for this information. I am not an appliance repair technician. I am not liable for any damages that you may incur due to anything that I may or may not write in this post. If you choose to use any of the information contained in this blog post, it is because you are a tight-ass like me; not because your are choosing to use superior information and directives.

#2 A leaky dishwasher is either gonna be no big deal, or its gonna be REAL BIG.

Barring a cracked tub (which is what I meant by REAL BIG), there are only a few places that the water can be coming from. My dishwasher is a Kenmore. It is cheap, basic and functional. It doesn’t have any fancy bells or whistles. Keep this in mind, your dishwasher may be (and most likely is) drastically different from mine.                    

                     *** The Door Seal
                     *** The Drain or Drain Hose
                     *** The Water Intake
                     *** Where the Heating Element goes through the Tub
　
Determine the Leak Source

One of your first steps will be to determine where the leak is coming from. Not being a repair technician, and knowing the proper and likely easier way, this is how I chose to do this.

              * UNPLUG THE DISHWASHER!!!! The money save from repairing your

                 dishwasher won’t count for much if you end up at the ER (or worse).
              * I dried up all of the water. This included the floor and inside the

                 dishwasher.
              * I removed the screws that hold it in place, and moved the dishwasher

                 out from under the countertop. (As much as possible so I can see

                 under it, but without having to disconnect the water line or drain 

                 hose.)

                   



I know this picture is not very clear, but
it should help. Open the door to your dishwasher and look up
underneath of the countertop. Your dishwasher shuold be secured
similiarly. Mine has two of these.



             * I dried up any other water that I could find. (when I moved the

                dishwasher out, there was more under it)
             * When everything was completely dry, I located where the water

                goes in, where the water comes out, and where the heating element

                goes through the tub and connects to the wires. 

 

See where the heating element enters into
the tub. If you look under the dishwasher where the ends
protrude through, you will see where the heater nuts screw on.



             * In all of these locations, I laid dry paper towels down on the floor.
             * Next, I filled a glass with water and poured the water on the inside

                of the dishwasher at the heating element and the drain.
             * After, emptying the glass, I checked the paper towels to see if there

                were any signs of water.

At this point, I could tell my dishwasher was leaking at the heating element. If you have discovered the source of your leak , skip below the highlighted section. If not, continue reading in the highlighted section for more tips on detecting the source of your leak. 

 




Here is a picture of the old damaged nut,
along side of the new one.

            

 * If the leak appears to be coming from the drain or drain hose. Check to make

    sure the hose is securely fastened to the drain. If the hose is worn or cracked,

    it may need to be replaced. If you cannot determine the problem or if the leak

    appears to be something else you may have to break down an call in              

    the experts.                                                                                                   
 If the leaks are not coming from either the drain or the heating element,    

 then try this.                                                                                                    
 * Close the door, and plug dishwasher back in. Turn it on for a few minutes.     
 * While unit is running, check paper towels under the water intake.                    
     If this is the source of the leak, check to make sure that the water line in         

     securely fastened to the pump. Also, be sure to check the hose, if there are    

     signs of damage or cracking the hose may need to be replaced. If you cannot

     determine the source, or if it appears the leak is coming from the water pump.

     You may need to call in the experts.                                                             

  * Next, check for signs that the door seal be leaking.                                       
     If this appears to be the case, you will have to talk to someone more             

     knowledgeable than myself. I don’t have the faintest idea whether those are   

     repairable or replaceable.                                                                             　

Repair Leaking Element

The actual culprit is what they call a heater nut. It’s a thin copper nut, made specifically to fit over the heating element ends. They are soldered together and as they are continually heated and cooled, the solder eventually breaks.

                * Remove the wiring from the heating element.

                   (Mine just slips on the end.)               

                * Remove the clear plastic tubing. Its called a Heater Shield. It helps

                   prevent water from coming in contact with the electrical wiring,

                   in case of a leak. Because that could cause serious problems. The

                   least of which could be an electrical shock hazard or even fire. 
                   Be careful and keep up with it. It can be difficult to se if you drop

                   it in a dark cramped space, such as under a dishwasher.
                * Remove the old Heater Nut. It basically falls off when you touch it.
                    

This is the underneath of the dishwasher, where
the heating element comes through. You can see the left side
element, where I have already removed the electrical wires,
heater shield and cracked heater nut.



             * Install new Heater Nut. It only needs to be hand tightened, but make

                sure it is tight. (I do not know whether it is possible, but the

                flimsy-ness of this product appears as though it may be possible to

               strip or warp these if you are not careful.)
            * Re-install Plastic Heater Shield.
            * Reconnect wires to heater element.
            * Adjust Heater Shield to make sure that all exposed connections are

               covered .
 

And this picture shows everything put back together.


Check for Leaks
              

               * Replace the paper towels directly under the repaired leak.
               * Fill another glass of water and pour it directly over the repaired area.
               * Check the paper towels, for signs of leaking.
               * If you want to test it a little more vigorously, you could plug the

                  dishwasher back in and turn it on for a few minutes. This water is

                  much hotter and is hitting the repaired area much more forcefully.

                  If there are still no signs of leaking on your paper towels, you

                  should feel pretty confident.

Re-install Dishwasher

Mine is easy. I just slide it back in and line it back up. Screw the 2 screws back in under the countertop, and plug it back in.
　
You're finished and it only cost about 5 Bucks!!!

Wow. I can assure you that it actually took me longer to write this post than it did to fix my dishwasher. Technical writing is not my forte.

30 minutes = start to finish on dishwasher.

15 hours = writing, and proof-reading this post, uploading the stunning visual aids, trying to connect to the internet on my Verizon Netbook during a storm, giving up, going to bed and getting up this morning to finish it. :))

This thing is great for blogging and net surfing on the go (it's even 3G, so I can surf while traveling down the highway ~*when someone else is driving ofcourse.) because I have internet everywhere I go.



Except home :(
　　

The Evil Culprit!
Notice the crack all the way down the side.



No G'News is Good G'News....

Nothing exceptionally notable has floated to the top to blog about today, so I thought I would share this.

I am the kind of person who only forwards emails if it is EXTREMELY moving, or if it made me laugh so hard I puke. Well, it at least has to be different and interesting enough to share anyway. I loathe receiving oodles of forwards, especially the ones that Demand!! that you forward it on, or those that are filled with scare tactics.

I feel the same way about sharing stuff on here (especially when it is TOTALLY off blog topic, lol)
But rules are meant to be broken. Right? Right.

If, like me, you are awed by people with creative talents, you should definitely check this out.


FreddeGredde.com

Fredric Larrson is a twenty-something Swedish musician, who also appears to have some pretty good video editing talents too.

I was lured to his website by a link on my MSN homepage.

I'm glad I checked it out!! Maybe you will be too. If not, you'll survive.


P.S. YOU MUST FORWARD, TWEET, SHARE OR LIKE THIS within 3.3 seconds or you will have 33 years of bad luck!



JUST KIDDING!!!

Sesquicentennial Celebration

My hometown of Olive Hill, Ky is celebrating 150 years!

Last night they kicked of the Sesquicentennial Celebration with a flag raising ceremony and a very unique dining experience. It was called "Dining with the Past" and was initially supposed to be held outside in the cemetery, but the torrents of rain we were experiencing caused it to be moved inside the local elementary school.

The food was nothing extraordinary, it was good, just simple.  Pulled-pork BBQ sandwiches, potato salad, baked beans and cole slaw. Although, I do need to give some props to the fudge brownies. They were mighty delicious.

During the dinner, we were visited by "ghosts" from Olive Hill's past.  Several important figures were represented, such as Governor William Jason Fields (aka "Honest Bill from Olive Hill") who served as Governor of Kentucky from 1923 through 1927, and Matthew Sellers who, among his many aeronautical accomplishments was the first  to patent retractable landing gear and was also commissioned in 1915 to serve under Thomas Edison on the Naval Consulting Board (which is what later became known as NASA).

Other ghosts from our town's past passed through during our dinner. Some discussed the tragedy of the town's floods, the fire of 1917, closing of the local brickyard and the loss of the railroad, while others reminisced of of educational achievements, sports triumphs and the strength of the community as a whole.

It was an excellent experience and I am so thankful that I was able to attend. It helped to serve as a reminder that although Olive Hill may be a small town, we certainly have a rich history. My history.

I am so pumped over some of the other events we are having in town over the next few weeks.
** SOMEDAY - A Civil War Outdoor Drama
** Rusty Bird Concert
**5K Run (& 1 Mile Fun Walk for those who are less ambitious)
** Talent Contest
** Art Show
** Parade & Fireworks

And these are just a few of MY favorites!

After the two devastating floods this town experienced in 2010, I am so happy to see the community coming together to celebrate. We Need This. We need to be reminded of who we are and what we as a town has already overcome.

For more information on these or any of the other Olive Hill Sesquicentennial Celebration events you can visit the event's website at olivehill150years.com

The H Word

I did it. I finally did it!

I've scheduled my hysterectomy.  For 5 years I have been dragging my feet (and suffering) because I am a big chicken. I mean a BIG chicken.

I've weighed all of my options, and I'm not having issues about losing my uterus. I could really care less about my uterus, because it is only a bag full of problems in my opinion.  It's the surgery that I am so afraid off.

"Everyone worries when facing a surgery" you say.

Well, I don't just worry, I become paralyzed with fear. I have panic attacks. I can't function. I can't think. Sometimes I can't even get out of bed.

Why?

BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DIE!!!

Yes, I know that this fear is completely irrational as well as illogical.  But knowing that and controlling it are two completely different things.

The last time I had it scheduled (umm, about 3 years ago) I managed to make it until the day of my pre-op. I had been struggling all morning with anxiety and fighting the need to just curl up in the fetal position and hide, but I thought for sure I could tough it out. While driving to the doctor's office, I was overcome by a migraine.  It was so bad that I was sickened by the smell of fabric softener in my clothes and struck nearly blind.

I should have called someone to come and get me, because I had absolutely no business trying to drive. But that would have been smart, and if I have proven anything in my life it is that I don't always do what is smart. So after I emptied my stomach three separate times alongside the road, I finally made it back home where I laid in the dark and quiet for two days.

By the time I was feeling brave enough to try again, my doctor was moving out of state.  I can tell you that trying to find a new doctor did absolutely nothing for improving my nerves.

So, are you wondering how I managed to overcome this fear?

My secret weapon is my sister.

I asked her to come home this weekend and basically hold my hand to get me to my doctor's appointment. Her first chore was to keep me from bolting back to my car in the parking lot. :)  Then she kept me talking in the waiting room, so I couldn't sit quietly and focus inward creating more anxiety. She sat through the appointment with me and helped make sure the Dr. and I covered all of the topics I wanted to. She was there to listen and make sure I stayed focused and on track.

Although I did most of the talking, the fact that she was there gave me some accountability. By that, I mean that I had to be honest with myself and my doctor. Not only my desire to get the surgery over with but about the fact that my anxiety is not a reflection of any reservation to have a hysterectomy but that my actual fear is dying.

I don't know why, but for some reason I have a terrible time admitting my true fears. I guess I feel as though I am showing weakness. I would rather someone (including myself sometimes) think something that is not true, rather than admit where my true fear lies. 

I'm trying to overcome that.

I love my sis! I'm glad she accepts me and my GADness! (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) She doesn't patronize my fears and anxieties. She understands that they are real, even if they are irrational. It is what it is, and she helps me do what needs to be done in order to get through it.

I'm sure that it helps that I don't often find myself in this shape. I usually do a fair job keeping everything in order, on track and in check. But, I've come to realize that my kryptonite is surgery. I have a huge irrational fear of dying during surgery. I just can't keep it together when it comes down to that.

So Thank You Sis!! I hope everyone has someone like her, for days like this.

Now, I have found a new doctor whom I really like. I have scheduled my surgery and he has given me a little RX to help me get through until H-Day.


Aaahhh! I feel better already.


And I haven't even picked up the RX!!!

TGIF?? Well Yes and No.



You see this doodle? I did this while on the phone
with my sister this evening. I don't think it takes
a therapist to see through this one.



I feel like a sinking ship.





It is Friday evening and I should be happy.  And I am, I guess. 

O.K. so I'm not, but it is because I came home to an empty house. I walked through the door and the silence quickly began to smother me. This silence is more than just quietness, and it is certainly not peaceful. Most of us enjoy a tranquil home, especially when the day is over and we are all snuggled contently into bed.  This silence is an absence of noise, the background noise that is created by life's energy. It is emptiness.

In an effort to fill the void, I went outside to tackle some yard work. A little activity to get my heart pumping and start those fee-good endorphins flowing would be good for me. Although only temporarily, my efforts did work. During those couple of hours, I was too busy to notice I was alone. Unfortunately, the house was still as quiet and empty when I came back in at dusk. It was dark too, because I forgot to turn any lights on earlier.

You would think that I would be used to it by now. Three nights a week for five years. Yet, it seems to be getting worse. As horrible as this sounds, atleast when he was little I appreciated (needed?) the hands free nights to go to the grocery store, do laundry, mow the yard., etc., etc. Now that he is older, there is nothing that I can't do while he is here. It's not difficult to run in the store for a couple of things, or to quickly mow the grass while he is playing a game or watching a movie. It's hard to be so "appreciative" of the time, when I don't really need it.

When I come home on nights like this, it takes all the strength I can gather to keep from going straight to bed and crying myself to sleep. Its all I feel like doing because the vacantness I feel inside hurts too much to bear.

So it's Friday night and all I want is my baby. I want to hold him and talk to him. I want to watch his uber expressive face as he tells me about the snake he "helped" kill today. I want to watch him get excited when he completes a new level on whatever game he is playing on the wii. I want him to curl up in my lap while I read the next chapter of Harry Potter to him. I want to be the one that gives him his medicine at night, and I want to be the one who he wakes up if he has a bad dream.  I need to know he is home and he is safe.

I worry so much how all of this effects him. It would ease my mind to know that he knew and understood that the reason he is not here with me is NOT because I don't want him to be, but because his Dad loves him too.  I love him so much that I would spend every minute with him if it were possible. Yet, it is because I love him that it is important to me for him spend so much time with his Dad. And his brothers. I believe family is important.

I have great friends and a healthy, active social life. I'm not a recluse and I'm not trying to live vicariously through my child. I'm just a mother who loves her son. He is the only one I'll ever have and I'm just trying my best not to muck it up.

Except I do feel that way. I'm not sure what is going on with me. Whatever the cause, whether it is some lingering residue of my seasonal affective disorder, lack of physical activity, too much stress, poor diet or hormonal, I've got to get it under control. (Truthfully, I'd say it's a combination of all.) I can't keep riding this emotional roller coaster.

The Big One

"Why are you and Daddy not married anymore?"

I have known this was coming since the day my ex left. I tried to prepare myself emotionally, as well as to have answers readily available that don't point blame or involve name calling. I've had 5 years to prepare for this day, so I should have aced it.

Wrong. Oh, So Wrong. I was not prepared for it to come out of the blue like it did, and I was not at all expecting him to already have more information than I anticipated. I mean how much worse of answer could I have given than, "Well unfortunately Ty, sometimes things happen in marriages that cause people to get a divorce."  Seriously, what kind of answer is that?  That explains things about as well as, "Because I said so."
Then, out of left field,  the kid low balls me with, "Is it because my Daddy broke off with you?"

I was shocked. First of all, who has he been talking to, and who put those words in his head? Secondly, I mean, what do you say? Yes, and then your pointing the finger of blame. Or No, and then your a liar. I made a quick decision (not usually a good idea for me) and went with the truth. Obviously, its not the whole story, but it's enough for a 5year old. No matter how bad I don't want to color Ty's thinking about the situation, I sure don't ever want to lie.

I want Ty to know that no matter what question he asks me, that I will always answer in truth. Always. No matter how difficult the question or the answer. (Hopefully, for him, he doesn't ask about Santa too soon.)

What I Maybe Did Right.
I accept the fact that I messed up, but I hope I did do some things that were right. When I realized that this was a conversation that needed my full attention, I pulled the car over into a parking lot, unbuckled Ty's seat belt and pulled him onto my lap.

 As soon as he was in my arms, I could feel him shaking.  He wasn't crying, he was shaking from anger. His little hands were curled up into fists, and every muscle in his body was tight. I gave him a big hug, kissed him on his forehead and asked him to talk to me about what he was thinking and feeling. He said he didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I told him that it was OK, that he could talk to me no matter what.

Finally, after I promised not to tell 'anyone', he told me that                                                                  (sorry, I promised, and I'm pretty sure that posting it on here would constitute a Mega violation). 

I handled it the best that I could and so this is what I told him.  "No matter who we are, how much money we have, how many friends we have or how perfect our lives appear to be there are going to be things that happen to us that are either unfair, that hurt us and/or things that make us angry.  We may not understand why these things happen and we do not have to like them, but we do have to accept them."  I told him that "when things in my life happen that hurt me or make me unhappy, I try to think of at least one good thing that happened because of it."

"What could be good about this?" he asked.

"Well, for me it is that I have been able to make my everything all about you. I haven't had to share my time or attention with anyone other than you. If we want to eat nothing but popcorn for supper, it doesn't matter, because the only people we have to make happy is us." I replied.

"You know what else is great? You have two totally awesome little brothers that you would never have had, if your Dad and I stayed together."

"I wouldn't? " Ty asked surprised.

"Nope, and I definitely think that's pretty special."

"Yeah, I guess your right Mom. I love my brothers."

"And everybody loves you. You always remember that."

"Yep, everybody loves Ty."

Of course, this all went down with me crying like a babbling baby. About two words into it I lost my control.  It's not my pain that causes the tears, it was seeing my baby hurting. I don't want him to hurt. I don't want him to hold onto anger over who did what to who.  The situation is what it is. I want him to be happy, and he can't be happy if he's angry.

I know this is only the tip of the iceberg. I'm sure it's the first of many conversations and explanations. I dread it. I just pray God will help me find the words to help him understand and to work through it.

Want A Job Here? Read This First!

My day job (you know the one that actually attempts to pay the bills) is as an office manager for a  railroad construction company. It is increasingly stressful, although I am not sure whether it is the job that is changing or myself. More likely it is a combination of both.  Anyway, that's a topic for a whole other day.

I seriously don't feel like going into to a bunch of shite describing my workplace dynamics and all of those involved, so I'm gonna just jump to the punch.

I have spent the last two days attempting to hire some new laborers.  This is not uncommon, as we have an extremely high employee turnover rate and I often get stuck with this responsibility.  Unfortunately, I would  rather do anything other than this. Almost.

I find this task excruciatingly painful and increasingly more difficult to even be civil. Remember this is coming from someone who quickly managed to learn how not only be civil but friendly (and mean it) to her ex and Etc. I'm sure some people will think I'm just being lazy, moody, bitchy or just a poor employee. Maybe I am, but you seriously have no idea what I have to deal with and I am not good enough of a writer to put it into words.

In an attempt to get out of this unenjoyable little task, I have been sitting here making a list of several arguments that I thought were rather convincing. At least at first.  Unfortunately, after a second thought or so I realized that I would be the only one convinced. So, if I can't get out of it then maybe I can possibly make it a little more bearable.

I created this MEMO to hand out to anyone wishing to apply for a job here. I think it will help, don't you?

___________________________________________________________________________________
MEMO
To: All Applicants
From: The Witch Behind the Desk

Tips & Tricks to Help Obtain Employment Here

1) Please write legibly. If I cannot read your name or phone number, what do you seriously think your chances of getting a job are? I can't even call you for griefs sake!

2) Read the Job Requirements Page. Attached to your application is a smartly written FAQ page. It will answer Most of your questions. And yes they do apply to you. 

3) Yes, the job does require travel out of town. It says so right there on that little FAQ page. Also, the last time I checked they took ALL of the tracks out of this area back in the 80's. Soooo, unless Doc Brown and Marty show up with the Delorian, we won't be working on those.

4) The application is short for a reason. Do not struggle over the application. I have made it as short as possible. I seldom bother with contacts or references, unless I know them personally.  Chances are that a personal reference is your tokin' buddy from way back anyway and businesses are so legally tongue-tied that if they have a bad reference to give, they most often wont. So I usually don't bother. I really only care whether you can pass a background check and drug test.  The rest you can prove to your foreman and super.

5) The App plainly states that we only hire laborers for a reason. It is because we Only Hire Laborers. I don't care how many years you say you have working for another company. Again, I say prove it to your foreman and super. If your worth what you say, you will quickly be noticed.

6) Don't get P.O.'d at me because you can't pass the background check. It wasn't me that had anything to do with your drug and assault charges.  I didn't put that on you, so don't put it on me.  If you can't pass the background check to enter the properties we work on, we obviously don't need you.

7) If you can't pass the Drug Test, Please, Please, PLEASE Don't Waste My Time! Seriously. I won't buy whatever story your selling. I don't care if you have prescriptions. It doesn't matter. You Can Not work while under the influence. Whether RX or No! I have heard every blue-blazing, cock-and-bull story over the last 7 years, so save it. If you fail a pre-emp test for me, your name goes on a Do Not Hire list. End of Story.

8) Flattery will get you everything. Except a Job. I am not an empty headed girl. I know false compliments and sugar coated B.S. when I hear it. No matter how many times you call me honey, sweetie, or sugar, and yes I have been told I was beautiful and have even been told that I was "da bomb"; it will not affect my vision to properly read your drug test.  FYI, your rotten teeth and skin sores are a giveaway that your lying about having "never tried Meth in your life".

9) I learn more about you from what you say than what you put on your app. You really left your last two jobs because you hurt your back(or your arm or foot, or whatever)? You are openly telling me that? You quit at the (fill in blank w/ easy-as-pie job) because you couldn't get along with your boss? You haven't had a job for several years? ...... GEEZ

10) Please Do Not Touch My Stuff. The paperwork and items on my desk are not conversation starters. It's what I was diligently working on before I was stuck with the crappy task of hiring you. Please do not touch, pick up, try to read, or ask me questions about anything on my desk. It is confidential and it is rude! I mean seriously, some of this should have been things your Mama taught ya. 

10) You do know this is a small town, right?  I may not know everyone who lives around here, but I know ALOT of people. Especially my age and older. Just because you may not know or recognize me, it doesn't mean I don't know you or your reputation. Please keep that in mind if your the guy who stole my four-wheeler back in '02.

11)Cheese and Wine may go well together, but we don't serve it here. The more you whine about "how bad you really need this job" and how "you would do anything, no matter how hard, and you will always be available, and you just really, really have to have this job", the more I am convinced that you will either Not show up at all or last only a couple of days.

FINALLY, Just a 'lil bit more.
If you really feel as though you Must bring your Mother, Wife, GF or even grandmother with you when you fill out your application or during the hiring process. Could you please, ever so sweetly ask them (and I mean this with the utmost respect) could you ask them to wear a bra? It makes me feel like I should take pics and submit them to PowM.com and it's a bit overwhelming. Thanks.

Memorial Weekend

I hope everyone enjoyed the holiday weekend.

I stayed busy attending my 'lil cousin's (he's 6'8" or somethin, lol) high school graduation, 3 different cookouts and ofcourse completing the usual weekend yard maintenance. I was very thankful for that extra day. I needed it.

BTW - Big Congrats T! Good Luck! (He signed to play basketball for EKU next year! YEAH!)

Now it's back to the real world. Yuck! Atleast it's a short work week!