explosive poo and old men

its been an interesting week.
work really isn't so bad - the days are long, and i often don't get breaks. but its fun. i get to meet alot of people from all over, and just chat it up. and i am outside for most of the day, breathing "fresh" air - or should i say "diesel-polluted" air. i am getting used to the smell, because it is permanently on my hands *grin* i am getting smart and starting to use my gloves. and yesterday . . . oh listen to this. a boat pulled in to do a waste pump-out. or in other words - to suck out the sewage from their boat. so we have this fancy little contraption that takes care of the job - so i hand the hose to the lady, and she gets it suctioned on, and turns the valve to start the flow - and BAM.


. . . it exploded ALL OVER ME!
i'm not kidding.
poo on my arm.
on my shirt
on my shorts
on my legs

. . . i was pretty sad. my supervisor said i could go home - but really, i was only working for another couple hours, and i need the money . . . so i went to the bathroom and washed up as much as i could and stuck around. but man when i got home, i scrubbed my body raw haha. now they all make fun of me . .. but whatever.*grin*
another interesting adventure i have had . . . since my parents have been gone this week - i have been looking after my mom's "assests" - the old gentleman, len, that my mom takes care of. (i live in his basement now) anyways . .. i was lying in bed one night. thursday night. it was about 10:45 . . . and i hear this big THUMP just about me. it was no little thump. it was HUGE. i layed in bed for a couple minutes . . . kind of like "what the heck was that? do i go upstairs? did he drop something? did he just die?" so i creeped upstairs to find that he had indeed wiped out on the floor. now, at 98, that is not a good thing. a fall can break many bones . . . and possibly kill them. so i was a little stressed out. so i ran over to him, and only by the Lord's protection was he ok . . . he possibly has a broken rib but that is the extent of it. so i tried to help him up . . .but this guy is like 6feet tall, and well over 200hundred pounds of dead weight. i'm not that strong. so we had to call 911, and they came and did their little round about of tests and probing and questioning. so i didn't get to bed till midnight. haha. life is fun *grin*
so that's my life right now -
exlosive poo and old men.
anyone jealous?