Weekend Update

Hubby and I have been working on cleaning up our house for the past few weeks and it's coming along but this past Saturday was the day I've been dreading most, the yard. I hate bugs, dirt, plants, grass, pollen, and most of all, I hate yard work. But, we own the house now and apparently people won't just come along randomly do the work for you (who knew I'd ever miss an apartment). When I was young I was too small to push a lawn mower, I did do a great job of spreading daisy seeds across our lawn though. (I watch a gardening show w/my dad and the guy on tv told me all I had to do was throw the dead daisies in the yard and they would grow. It worked and my dad told me he never realized I was the reason the yard was covered in sporadic daisies.) Anyway, the point is really, that I hate yard work.

We started out at about 8 am working in the yard. We were weeding the back, cutting the grass, trimming trees etc forever. The high light of this work turned out to be the three baby rabbits we found in a hole in the ground in our side yard. They were so cute, but they yelled at me when I accidentally tried to dig up their home, jeez touchy, touchy. So, now we have a cleared yard sans one little area that is a bunny reserve for now (I have to keep my sister in law away from them, she hates rabbits as much as I hate yard work). Once we finish the yard and house we might actually be ready for the 15-20 people who might show up for the shower we're giving for my SIL. I'm actually pretty excited about that.

Sunday was spent napping and complaining about my sore hips and fingernails (yes, my fingernails hurt) from working outside.

In which I almost get killed, and I appreciated it. . .

Last night we had an awesome night, a date night. For Valentine's day (even though we agreed not to get each other gifts) my wonderful hubby bought tickets for us to go see Ben Folds and the NC Symphony. We went to eat at Dos Taquitos, it was awesome (I had steak tacos with black beans and rice and I ate until I was super fat). Then we walked across downtown to get to the Progress Energy Center and that's when it happened. The crosswalk turned green for me to walk and I stepped onto the street and almost got run over by a green SUV turning right on a red. I turned to glare and yell at the driver when, who do I make eye contact with? The man himself, Ben Folds, I almost got run over by Ben Folds. He smiled and waved at me and I proceeded to slap my husband in the arm, jump up and down and squeal like a girl, "Ben Folds, that's Ben Folds! He almost killed me!" OK, I'm such a girl, I know, but I was excited. I love Ben Folds.

Anyway. . .the concert was A-Mazing!! He played my favorite song, Smoke. The gorgeous arrangement brought tears to my eyes. Seriously, he is a gifted lyricist. There is nothing quite like hearing Landed or Stevens Last Night in Town with a full musical ensemble behind Ben and his magical piano. It reminded me of how much I love music and watching it live. I'm adding concerts to my list of things to do, instead of worrying about the things I can't do. I've been doing way too much of that lately and this was kind of a wake up call about that. I'm gonna get my lazy, sad tail off the couch and start living life. Alright all for now, time to take my tail back to work :)

Weekend Update

We just finished off a pretty crazy weekend. We've had a garage full of stuff to sale for like almost two years, I kid you not, so we decided Saturday morning to drag it all out at the crack of dawn and sell it. It's amazing the things people will buy for $1 but ask $2 and they drop it like it's hot. And we couldn't give away a couch, apparently free is too much too. We made out OK, nothing too big money wise, but every little bit helps.

Sunday we went over to a wedding shower for my SIL. I'm planning her next shower as we speak and I'm super excited about it. This one was a lot of fun, interesting to meet her new extended family. They told stories and laughed a lot (I was told they were the same stories that have been told hundreds of times). It's good to know that is universal. Come to my house in Georgia and your bound to hear at least one of the following:

• The time my mom half-way woke up in the middle of the night and tried to attack my sister and I with a high top Reebok.
• The time my sister walked full speed down our hallway without turning on the light and smacked face first into my brother's bedroom door because it was closed (and it is usually never closed).
• When my mom grabbed up my brothers half eaten steak and fed it to the dog and he came back to an empty plate.

Those are the most generic ones but I'm sure there's more. Check with my husband I'm sure he could tell you :)

Speaking of the Mr. I came up with a new nickname for him this weekend that's pretty fitting, he's now Captain Reiterator. Why you ask? Because he explains the punch line of jokes away, if you allude to a joke he can't handle it and will explain it in great detail and then laugh at himself. And now for those who know him, please point this out and use his new nick name appropriately.

That was pretty much it but I'm soooo tired now. . .more later when I've more interesting stuff to write.