Yeah, I our riding lawn mower. I don’t know if he was drunk or just stupid, but Caleb let me mow the lawn Sunday. The lawn. Blades running over the actual sod–not just the pitiful dirt part of the property, but the sod. IN THE FRONT YARD! And the truly wonderful part is that he never even noticed the lovely marks I made down by the street where I gleefully turned donuts for about 5 minutes on the thing…
So much has been going on, besides me brushing up on my landscaping skills. Where to begin? I’ve been trying to stay away from them, but only a list will sufficently cover everything:
- Mia–potty training…sort of. I won’t bore anyone with the usual details, but just know that it is breaking my heart to see my baby in panties…and that the kid loves her potty–she sits on it all the time, dragging it with her from room to room, reading books, watching videos. She literally treats it as her throne–demanding things as she sits upon it, barking orders such as, "Mommy–my doggie. Get it. Mia’s potty." or "Juice! Yogurt! I’m sitting!" I’m still waiting for her to actually pee in the thing.
- Cheyenne–a great, big, clumsy ball of emotion lately. Took her on a bike ride yesterday, the first one since she’s been back, and my lean, green, cycling machine was replaced with an uncoordinated Gumby on wheels. Her legs go every which way, and her feet kept coming off the pedals. She was slow…so I gave her a little advice on how to get those gears working, and maybe a suggestion or two as far as keeping her knees aligned…after a few of those type comments, Cheyenne slammed on her brakes and yelled "Everything I do is WRONG to you today!" right before bursting into tears. Great…I can only think maybe she still is adjusting to being back home, needs to catch up on some sleep, drink a little less soda…because I sure don’t want to deal with the idea that this is the very beginning of a series of emotional turbulance in her upcoming teenage life.
- Caleb–bought me the most kick-ass present yet this year: a $99.00 3-person swing from Lowe’s. It has a canopy and it folds down into a surprisingly comfy bed. We laid out for a few hours last night and just rocked back and forth watching the sky. God, it was so beautiful. It is honestly the best thing we’ve ever spent money on…besides my bike.
- The party–went swimmingly. I did manage to drink a few tasty margaritas along with…a couple beers, all the while staying charming and innocent, carrying on engaging conversations with colorful car salesmen and their wives…I also stuffed about half a dozen yummy chocolate cookies while Caleb played volleyball in the pool with his clothes on. We had a lovely time, and the kids, and dogs, were extremely well taken care of. I will write about the interesting conversation my husband and I shared during the ride home on another entry.
- The invitations–I would love nothing more than to tell my sister that coke has been spilled on a pile of the invitations, but something tells me that just wouldn’t be right…They’re fine. I’m done addressing the outside envelopes, and I’ll be moving on to the inside ones tomorrow. I don’t know if I plan on telling Jenny that; it’s sort of fun to see her sweat. And James–I’ve never seen that guy get worked up. I wonder if that would do it?
- My space–What in the heck is going on around here? I guess I like the changes, but I never like adjusting. I don’t like to expend a lot of brain power, and trying to figure stuff out usually requires me to do just that. Still am not real active as far as reading, but you should see my tan.
- My hair–Okay, people. It’s really not that different, and I’ll tell you why. About a month ago I got a wild hair (ha!) to bleach my mop–so I did it, in the comfort of my own bathroom, and that endeavor, however it turned out did have its rewards (Caleb seems to really enjoy me as a blonde) but I got tired of it…and I didn’t want to have to mess with the roots, so I got another wild hair to dye it back darker…which lasted for a week, but is steadily fading back out to blonde. Damn. Stupid hair. One day I’ll get it straightened out. I haven’t taken any pics of myself lately because my face is breaking out like a mo-fo. Seriously, it’s bad. And not just the regular, annoying little pimples. I’m talking painful, scabbing and bubbling and flaking things, ALL OVER MY MUG. So, no, no photographs please. Nobody think of me as a hypocrite–I’m still all about inner beauty and all that great jazz…but this is just horrifying. Don’t want to scare the kiddies.