Cute little old fogies

Tonight I was making supper. What was I making, you may ask? Spaghetti and Macaroni and Cheese. I cannot have spaghetti without Macaroni and Cheese. It's just not right. Anyways, I ran out of spaghetti sauce, so I sent my dad to the Dollar General to get a jar of Prego Spaghetti Sauce. He brought some back, but looked slightly stressed and rushed. There were people in trouble, and that just does not fly with my dad.
There were two old people who had stopped at the dollar store because their car had been acting weird. One of the belts had jumped off of whatever it was supposed to be on. I'm not exactly sure what that means because I'm a girl and therefore not required to know what belts go where and what their functions are. But I do know one thing... there were too very old people, like in their nineties old, and they were stuck at the dollar general in an increasingly darkening evening.
So my dad goes back to the Dollar General to see if he can fix it. I had to call BOB, the local auto mechanic, but he didn't answer. So who else do we call? BOBBY, the other auto mechanic. BOB and BOBBY have no relation, just in case you're wondering. So they find out that the belt was out of place because the water pump (which I assume pumps water) was bad. So BOBBY had to take the car to the shop, but the old people wanted to go home, because they were like ninety, and all really old people go to sleep at sundown and wake up at sunup. Proven fact. So they get their stuff out of their car and grab their little weiner dog, who is really cute may I add, and try to get into my dad's car so he can take them home (he offered, they didn't just jump in the car). It was a fail, because my dad's car was really dirty and gross becasue it's his work car, so I let him use mine. The cute little old guy was so worried that I wouldn't let the weiner dog in my car. If he would have looked really close at my seats he would have noticed the thick layer of puggy hair from when they ride with me on random trips. So my dad was off to Bonita, a little bitty town northwest of Muenster that has a population of about 10.
Basically the main point of the story is to say that I'm proud of my family for being such nice people. When I'm ninety I hope that someone like my dad stops to make sure that my husband, me, and my weiner dog pugs are okay.

Caitlyn Bailee

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

I'm officially out of school for the summer!!!

I'll tell you what I want what I really really want...

A SNUGGIE.

Happy Mother's Day and Birthday!

Happy Mother's Day Mom! Here is a little bit about my mom...
Terri Dee Dunham was born on January 30, 1961. She lived in all sorts of places, including Kansas City, Mo, and Waco, Texas. She met my dad (Thomas Bradley Barrett) when she lived in Waco. They got married in 1989. I was born in 1990. My brother was born in 1992. We moved to Muenster in 1998. That's just a little bit about her, and she's the best mother in the world!
A Few reasons why:
1. Cause she had me and my brother
2. We always had cool things when we were growing up.
3. We have a really cool house
4. She always made sure that my clothes were washed
5. She always made sure that I had food to eat
6. She always made sure that I had everything that I needed
7. She was always there for me

Besides it being mother's day, it's also my dad's birthday. So today, I have a double whammy.
Here's a little about my dad... He was born in 1964 in China Spring, Texas. He lived there until he met my mom and they got married and moved to Bedford, Texas. The rest is in my mom's bio lol.

One of the things that we did to celebrate these two things was to go to Bowie Trade Days. Of course, we got lots of bargains.
1. Elliot got a $30 tool box for 2 bucks.
2. My dad got 4 six-foot tables for 20 bucks.
3. He also got 200 drills bits for 30 bucks.
4. I got two flavors of fudge (1.5 lbs total) for 6.50
5. I also got a really cool turquoise beaded necklace at an estate sale for 19.50
6. Elliot got two silk ties for 1 buck
7. My mom got 6 books for 2 bucks
8. My brother got a brownie for 50 cents
9. I got six chocolate chip pecan cookies and three peanut clusters for 1 buck
We are def. bargain shoppers!

So I also recorded some videos of my pugs the other night and I'm going to post them on here. The first one is Mae barking and yipping at me because she lost her ball under the couch. The second one is Mae trying to get her ball out from underneath the couch and me getting it for her. I love my pugs!

Sleepy Pugs

That's what Elliot said that I should title my blog post. It's because we're laying in my bed, he's watching the mavs, I'm not, and we have two sleepy pugs sleepin on us. Snoring and all.
So remember a few posts ago I wrote about Betsy the cow being stranded during the flood? Well Elliot found her yesterday and she didn't make it. Sad day. We think that she drowned in the high water.
On a happier note, my brother got a truck two days ago! He's 17 and doesn't have his driver's license, but that's okay, because the truck doesn't run anyways. That's because it's a 1978 Step-Side Chevy pickup. He got it from a lady named Jane, who is basically my second grandma. She's been around for as long as I can remember, me and her grandson used to be best friends when I was little. Anyways, her and her husband bought the truck brand new in 78 and got divorced a little while after. He left her $1 in her bank account and the truck. He told her that she would never make it, and she told him that she would prove him wrong. And she did.
She's had this truck ever since, and the last time it passed inspection was in 2000. Since then it's just been sitting in her driveway. It's in pretty good shape for such an old truck, though. My brother and dad put new spark plugs in it yesterday and it started right up. It still needs a little fine tuning. My brother is going to give it a new paintjob and some fixin up on the interior, and it will be as good as new!
My dad told my brother to start it after they put the spark plugs in it. It's a standard, and my brother has never driven one before, so I told him to push the clutch in when he started it up. Then he took his foot off the clutch. Bad idea. It lunged forward, almost sandwhiching my dad and our neighbor Alan in between Elliot's truck and ashton's truck. He didn't know that it was in first gear, and since he's never driven a standard before, he didn't know it would lurch forward like that. Besides, the truck's parking break doesn't even work, so that was another factor.
Just thought I would update. I have to finish writing my 7 page paper that's due today.
Caitlyn Bailee