Forenote: Hey Slick - I'm in Canada!! My 8:00am isnt' your 8:00 am you know!! Sheesh!! For the record I do get up at 7:30 am Mountain Time. But hey, nice to know you sit and wait patiently for my posts LOL.
So I've decided someone is stealing the flat stones in my front yard from around my tree. I have this flower bed in my front yard with a tree in it. The previous owner used this black flat stone to make it. It's not very stable, but I figure as long as you aren't dancing the cha-cha-cha on it; it's fine. Well lately I've noticed that the top row is starting to go missing. I thought ok, I'm just being strange. Then my neighbor mentioned that I must be using that stone in the backyard or something. OK so I'm not crazy!! WHO would go through the trouble to come into my yard at night, and steal my stone? We are actually going to transfer it all to the backyard. I'm making this rock garden with it by insetting it into the ground and planting purple Elysium there. I thought it would be pretty. Besides it's generally mucky in that area. Well I better haul that stone away before I'm left with two rocks. I swear: fish bones, irresponsible child watchers... stone thief's.
I kicked Jarrett out of the garage yesterday (no he doesn't sleep there - I meant his car). I bought a crap load of flowers yesterday but it's still not safe to plant them yet. We are still subject to frost now and again. It's not completely unheard of to get a little snow still either. Sigh - gross huh? When I lived in Indiana, I would've had everything in the ground by now. So Jarrett drives up last night, opens the door and low and behold, I have a greenhouse in his stall. He just came in the house and looked at me. What else can he do? Let hundreds of dollars of flowers die so his shiny car can be indoors? I promised I'd have them out in two weeks. I've also decided my landscaping chores are harder than I thought. I've been doing a lot of hoeing (LOL with the garden tool) and my back is just sore. I went to bed at 9:30 last night - sheesh I'm getting decrepit!
Last night was soccer night. Kierra and I had a tiff over the green jersey I insisted she wear. Mostly because it was team picture night and she wasn't going to wear her polka dot shirt. She screamed for a good 10 minutes. Good thing she's cute. At the field, Jenna sat and moped. She's still a slow runner so she doesn't keep the ball very long. I tried to encourage her but there was no way around her bad mood. Kierra didn't want to play. She sat on my lap most of the time... and proceeded to spill cherry juice box on the white part of her jersey before pictures. GREAT!!! I didn't poke Karis in the eye this week - I figured her cornea could use the rest from my prying fingers. OH but this is odd: one of the kids on the other team got the ball taken from him... no biggie it would seem... and then proceeded to collapse on the ground like a ton of bricks. I figured tantrum and all of a sudden the mother screams "He's holding his breathe!" She and the grandma coming running across the field to this kid (who is actually no more than 3 feet from where I'm sitting), and scoop him up. The mother is freaking out, and the grandma is saying he'll pass out if he doesn't breathe. The mother is blowing in his face. OK I have to say it... this is a trick BABIES do. No one holds their breath until they die. He was having a tantrum and basically whenever he doesn't get his way holds his breath til he passes out. I say let him knock himself out (no pun intended). The only reason he does it is to get attention. The mom ran off the field saying, "It's ok mommy's got you" and a bunch of us parents raised an eyebrow and looked at each other. She rocked this kid for 10 minutes - he's five by the way. Honestly; I think if you looked closely; you'd see the umbilical cord still attached to those two.
So pictures were ok, except they were at the community center which houses a paddle boat pond, a wading pond and a kick ass playground. It was already past their bedtimes, so I said no to the playground (mean mommy). But the security gate to the center was locked. No one could get out!!! People were trying to scan their cards, nothing! Finally after 10 minutes, I said "I'm going through the clubhouse". Another parent told me I couldn't since they had a yoga class up there. Screw that - I'm not sitting around while someone is doing the lotus position and my kids are tired. We went up, said "excuse me the door is broken so I'm using this one" and then about 80 kids and parents traipsed through their class. I'm sure a few men appreciated seeing skinny ladies in spandex. Who knows, maybe even a few wives.
So there you have it. I swear my mundane life does have it's interesting points. Today I'm back outside. I'm doing more archaeological survey to find out the source of the bones. I'm still not sure if it's a chicken...