Cozie Blog

*Ahem* Well, as you can see by my dad’s comment, we are all back to normal.  And he admitted that was his breath he smelled, not mine.  😀

 

Anyways, my dad likes me to work with him and learn stuff like welding, painting, building stuff, tying weird knots, changing the brakes and tires on cars, and other such projects.  This week we covered two tasks I guess I’m just not cut out for—changing the oil and filter on my car, and chopping wood.

 

Changing Car Oil

We changed the oil on the van first.  Meaning, dad did it and showed me what I was going to be doing on my car later.  That was finished, and of course, the carport was devoid of any mess.  So I pulled up my car, started taking the bolt for the oil thing off and oil started running down my hand.  Whoops, but no biggie.

 

 It finally emptied and I started looking for the oil filter.  Dumb American car had it in a spot I could hardly get to.  I felt like I was going to break my wrist just trying to get to it—and it was over a bunch of other parts.  So I unscrewed that….and started giggling my head off.  It was EVERYWHERE!  Just drooling all over the frame and other parts, and my hands—and I didn’t even have it all the way off yet.  I asked dad for about a million paper towels and wiped up what I could.  Then I finished the job (with dad’s help) and slid out from under the car.  When I stood up I noticed the paper towels falling off me…Great.  Now I have oil stains all over the backside of my pants.  I pulled out of the carport and saw oil all over the place.  Hmph.

 

Chopping Wood

When I was trying to leave for Old Navy yesterday (had to get a pair of jeans), dad called me over to the wood-cutting area.  He handed me the axe and said, “Want to try and split the wood?”  I said, “No, not really”….”Aw, come on!  You can see what great exercise it it.”…”I’m just going to jar my arms though!”  “Try it!”

 

So I took the axe and swung. Bzzt.  Owww.  I didn’t even hardly make a mark on the wood.  After trying about 3-5 times and unsuccessfully doing anything, dad told me, “Wow, great job.  I think I see a little crack.  Ok, you can leave now.”

 

I think that thing was rubber.  Even after Lukie tried it, all it did was make the axe bounce.  I don’t know how the eight year olds down the street do it.