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Mayes Family Picnic on July 3rd

Mayes Family Picnic (Navajo Tacos)
Saturday, July 3rd
5:30 pm
173 E 5th Street (Kirk's house; Mike's old one)

We'll have Navajo tacos (like last year). Claudia will provide the meat. Geraldine will provide the scones. Please feel free to bring one of the following:

cheese
lettuce
sour cream
ranch
salsa
tomato
beans

We'll also have a pinata for the little ones under 12. We might even have something for the "older" kids. Please let Geraldine or Nicole know what you'll bring. Phone is 548-6434. See you on the 3rd!

FIRE!

I had a bit of a surprise last night. I started my dishwasher and went to do homework in the next room. After a while I noticed the dishwasher was making unusual sounds, so I went to check it out. I saw sparks flying out from the bottom of it. I quickly went over to turn it off. I opened it, thinking maybe something got stuck in the bottom. I figured opening the door had solved the problem. Well, the smell was awful, so I left the dishwasher door open and began opening my windows. I came back into the room and heard a plop. I noticed there were flames under the door. The nob from the dishwasher had fallen off and the wires were on fire. I quickly threw water on it, not remembering where my extinguisher was. I thought that was the worst of it. Then I looked in the hole where the nob had been. Major flames coming out. Freaking out, I called a neighbor asking her to run over with her extinguisher. She came in and extinguished everything. Thank goodness for good neighbors. (We later found my extinguisher in a closet I never open because it has the water heater in there....who ever uses that closet much?) Needless to say, my apartment smelled HORRIBLY. Melting plastic is not a smell that I enjoy. I opened all my windows and put fans in most of them. I turned off breakers so that it wouldn't accidentally start on fire again. I called my landlord, hoping he wouldn't somehow find me to blame for the incident. I spent the night curled into a tight, freezing ball, hoping and praying nothing else would catch on fire. All I kept thinking was "good thing I have rental insurance". Also, I was so grateful that I hadn't started it and left, as I have sometimes done in the mornings. It could have taken my whole building down. A small mercy.

Below are some of the pictures of the aftermath. It doesn't look as scary as it really was.

Here you can see the hole the fire was coming from.

This is what my floor looked like after the water and extinguisher did their things.

This is the nob that fell to the floor in flames.

The next two are of the inside of the door. You can see where it was starting to melt. (And what made the awful smell

Nephew #3

Ethan Andrew Hendershot was born June 8, 2010 (6/8/10) to Erik and Sandy. He weight 6 lbs 8 oz and was 18 inches long. (There aren't any pictures of Sandy because I didn't think she would appreciate them being posted with just having gone through surgery. Also, she was still in her hospital gown. Not very flattering for anyone.) Erik and Sandy had no idea what the sex of the baby would be, as he didn't want to show off during his ultrasound a few months ago. I think we were expecting another girl, so it was exciting to hear it was a boy. (Of course we would have been happy either way.) A while back when Bekah was asked what it would be, she said it smelled like a boy. And she was right!

First diaper change. (He was NOT happy.)

Grandma and Ethan

Aunt Shawnee, Bekah, and Ethan

Daddy with his little ones. (He can't say "his girls" anymore. Now he'll have to include his girls and a boy when he talks about his family.)