Fall Break was not bad. I mean, after all, I did get off of work and away from the kids for a week. I didn’t have to take attendance, collect lunch money, or tell little Jim Bob to stop flicking boogers at girls (scary how close to truth that is). However, the week was not a complete week off, per se.
On Monday, I decided it was the perfect day to finally pressure wash the house. After all, the sun was bright, it wasn’t too hot, and there was some mildew on the siding. So, I called up the most reliable person I know in the entire world; my papaw. He brought out his pressure washer, showed me how to run it, made sure I wouldn’t kill myself or punch holes in my house with it (I’m about as mechanically inclined as an unborn fetus), and left me to my own devices. I cleaned the siding in about an hour and a half. Not too shabby! At this point, I went to put up the washer…. and noticed my front porch was looking rough. /insert evil laugh here
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| "You said crossing the streams would be bad, Ray!" |
In the true spirit of Halloween (with a healthy dose of my unhealthy imagination), I spent the next 2 hours pretending to be a Ghostbuster (also in my top movies of all time). As I took the wand and blasted evil, ghoulish spirits (a.k.a. mildewed porch rails) and constantly quoted Peter Venkman (“Think chick is toast!” and “Don’t cross the streams!”), I slowly pulled off the dirt and chipped paint of the porch. Looking back, it sounds ridiculous. But, when I think about it, well…. yeah, it’s ridiculous.
I tried to include before and afters of the porch, but couldn't get em to load... Suffice it to say that I didn't catch any ghosts. However, I did catch several shards of broken and splintered wood to areas of exposed skin. /fail
On Tuesday, at midnight, I was at Wal-Mart buying a new game in a franchise that I LOVE; Fallout: New Vegas. As you may have read earlier, I’m obsessed with zombies. This doesn’t have zombies exactly, but irradiated ghouls and mutants are a close second! Anything post-apocalyptic is right up my alley. I returned home and began my 14 hour playing spree. Good Times!
Wednesday involved me finishing up some painting that I had started earlier in the summer in the stairwell. I kept putting it off because I couldn’t figure out how to get my ladder close to the ceiling on a set of stairs. However, after talking to my granny (who is nearly as resourceful as my papaw), she told me about setting a cinder block on the stair just beneath the one I am using to level out the ladder. This made painting a stairwell a TON easier! If any of you want to use the idea, please send a $25 idea fee to my p.o. box. You’re welcome. J
Also on Wednesday night, Paul and I went to Beef O’Brady’s for a beverage. We had to order 5 at a time because (as I told the waitress), it takes forever to get someone over to your seat on Trivia Night. And yes, I stiffed her on the tip. Someone who sucks as bad as she did on a night that wasn’t that busy gets no tip. If it’s your job to be a server, and you can’t serve more than 4 people at a time, then you need a new job. Of course, on the other hand, if her job was walker-arounder-and-do-nothinger, I’d have paid handsomely. She was phenomenal at that... On a side note, we weren’t technically participating in the trivia, but we would’ve come in 5th (even after missing the 1st round of questions). Yeah, we're epic.
Thursday was mostly uneventful. I tried to catch up on some napping, but couldn’t get settled in or comfortable. Sometimes it just works out that way. The same could be said for Friday. I live a fairly boring life… and I’m good with that most of the time.
Saturday I played in a golf tournament with my best friend. We aren’t that good, and played that way on Saturday. It was still good fun and it was a great day to be outside! Anytime athletic events and beer can be combined, it’s an event I want to be a part of. Saturday evening was spent watching Jenny try on every stitch of clothing from 3 stores. In the end, the closet was full, the bank account was empty, and I was exhausted!
Sunday proved to be just as long of a day, but we can catch up on that next time…
Whew. I’m tired just typing that…
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