~~My mom informed me that I should get off my rear and write another blog post. Of course, she phrased the request much more politely than that, but still that was the general gist.
I have missed blogging, but summer has really taken its toll on my creativity. I would love to say that I have had no free time at all in which to write, but that is not, strictly speaking, true. I mean, I did find some free time to waste watching a few episodes of Losing it with Jillian Michaels. Embarrassed though I am to admit this, I can't seem to quit going back to hulu to see if there are any new episodes. I am fascinated by these families who actually welcome Michaels into their houses for a week.
I mean, have they never watched The Biggest Loser? Do they not know what kind of
demon woman she is? Wow, she is so hard core and really, really mean. But there is something about her tough approach that is really fun to watch.
From the comfort of my sofa. While possibly eating a snack or two.
~~Danny has developed something of an obsession with Legos. Obsession might even be too weak of a description.
If you have never worked with them, the directions for these Lego atrocities are practically indecipherable. At least to me, though Danny seems to have no trouble at all figuring them out.
Danny has encouraged me to play Legos with him several times over the summer, but I typically call "uncle" after about 30 minutes of building. Constructing entire universes out of these tiny plastic blocks is really hard on the eyes.
Saturday, however, I think I was bitten by the Lego bug. As I helped Danny with his new Space Police ships, he got distracted by the movie Charlotte was watching. Before I knew it, I had taken over completely. I had to have worked on these space ships for no less than 2 hours, during which time if Bil was imprudent enough to interrupt me, I grunted and waved him off.
In the end, this was one of my masterpieces.
It took Danny 90 seconds to dismantle this ship that took stole 90 minutes of my life, not to mention my eyesight.
I hate Legos.
~~Mowing our lawn is a multi-day process for me. I typically tackle the front yard first, as this is the area that most people see. I figure my neighbors are probably tired of looking out their window and seeing what looks like an abandoned house across the street.
Then, I move on to our back yard. I never seem to be able to mow it all in one fell swoop. It takes well over an hour just to cut the back grass; we have a rather large lot and of course, only a push mower. And while I am mowing I have to take periodic breaks to make sure Danny hasn't killed Charlotte and that Tommy hasn't smeared Vaseline all over the walls. It feels like I have been mowing the lawn all summer.
As I labored for what felt like hours, my neighbor came out on his riding mower. I'm sure he was cackling maniacally at me while the breeze ruffled his hair as he drove around his backyard. Meanwhile, I was frantically swiping at the sweat dripping in my eyes and trying not to run over our cord, cursing the whole time.
B finished his lawn HOURS before I did it. And he didn't need a shower and change of clothes afterwards.
And he calls himself a neighbor.
~-Note to self: Must talk with Bil about the possibility of installing astroturf.