Weekend Update . . .

Wish I had Jane Curtain here, but you’ll have to live with me …
This weekend has been all about the garden.  I spent all of Saturday morning messing with my eSalon hair color kit here you go.  Not that it was terribly complicated, I just so rarely do anything like that, I did not want to screw it up.  AND, there were about 30 kids in and out of the house while I contemplated coloring my hair. It was a little distracting.  BUT . . . I finally did it.  I used the color and followed the instructions to a T.  I have to say the instructions are different from those you get from box hair color.  Kind of weird, but I did it.  Excuse the scary picture, but I am thrilled with the color.  We’ll see how it holds up to the Florida sun and my general indifference, but for now – awesome.  
I had not anticipated spending the entire morning on hair color and short people. I was planning to get to the garden in the afternoon. So, of course, it rained all yesterday afternoon.  I went to Plan B and ran out and picked up some stakes and managed to remember to get Easter basket stuff as well.  Danny, though he is approaching 20, still needs a basket. He drew the line at me sending the basket to his roommate to have the roommate hide the basket on Easter morning for Dan to find, just like he was home.  :::sigh::::  (Won’t Dan be surprised when I show up and hide myself, not the basket?  SURPRISE!!!!  It’s me, your Mom.  ROFL – I’m even cringing as I type.)
Today, Mike agreed to help me get the garden fully planted.  We made a run to the little nursery near the house and got some awesome flowers (later identified as a type of verbena) for the various sad parts of the front of the house.  Mike and I rarely get time alone where we’re both awake.  In the car on the way to the nursery, we engaged in a rather vehement discussion. We stopped discussing, we bought flowers, some seeds and a couple of hanging baskets.  We discussed more on the four minute drive home.  As we got out of the car, I asked Mike if he would still help me with the garden – we had not reached an agreement.  He nodded, headed into the garage and came out with a monster extension cord and my cd player.  I looked at him and he said, “I think we’ve talked enough for now.  Just tell me what to do while you listen to your book.”  And, that folks, is what knowing someone for 26 years will get you.  Smart man.
The garden is planted.  The flowers are going to be awesome.  My little donkey is finally moved to guard the big garden.  Man, I love that thing.  It makes me want to learn how to weld and solder.  Mike and I talked after finishing the garden and, while we still don’t agree, we’re okay again.  I do love Mike. He makes me nuts, but we are good together.
Later, I went on a walk with my neighbors.  I’m not sedentary by any stretch, but I thought this would be fun to do – something to look forward to each day.  While we broke no speed records, we had a lot of fun and covered three miles in a reasonable amount of time.  I’m hoping we can keep it up.  If not, I may have to rethink my approach to mornings and just get up and walk.  Gah – how I wish I did not kill I-pods.  With a good book on an I-pod, I’d be Forrest Gump in mom-shorts. 

And that concludes another exciting chapter in our lives.  😉

3 thoughts on “Weekend Update . . .

  1. The idea of going to Dan's apartment and hiding yourself reminds me of Robert Munsch's creepy mommy-as-stalker book, Love You Forever. Fun times!

  2. Amy…what if the mp3 player (a cheap refurbished one for experimental sakes) was inside a fanny pack insulated with a scarf around it. I am thinking if it isn't in your hand or in your pocket close to your skin, then maybe you wouldn't zap it?

    I know fanny packs aren't attractive.

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