Lazy

I would say I have been busy but I just haven't had the energy lately. My classes have been over for two weeks now and I find myself sitting on the couch like a vegetable for an hour after the kids go to bed. The bad part is I have soooo many funny things to tell everyone.

Like today, I talked to E-bone. He WAS planning on taking the family to some exotic island for vacation. (Damn I wish I had DBA money, and not that wannabe DBA money that SteelerFanBoy has) So E-bone applies for passports. Only problem is he uses fake birth certificates and gets busted. So what does a rational, level-headed man do when this happens? He blames the wife. Like she jumped in the WayBack machine and altered his birth certificate. Really man. Come on. Is your name really even E-bone?

Over the weekend, I was tilling the garden. In case you were wondering, I have expanded the garden and added a few different veggies. I see the five year old screaming in the driveway, and a couple of the other kids are helping her out. Everything seems under control so I continue my yard work. It turns out that she had a bee in her hair and it stung her shoulder. At dinner, one of the older girls was explaining how she was assisting her little sister.

'I saw the bee in her hair and she was screaming and I said I will be right back. I need to go um, get um, go um.'

What she needed to get was the hell out of there. Basically she threw her little sister to the wolves. Or the bees.

Nosaj is working on my cornhole bags game. He is making my boards for me so I should have them in the next couple of years. Sooner or later I will run out of excuses as to why I can't win at this stupid game.

A week or so ago the kids broke the neighbors garage door window. He came over and asked if the kids had seen anybody in his driveway during the day since they are at home. They said no of course. He explained that his window got busted. He leaves. I quiz the kids during baths and teeth brushing and unsurprisingly it was them. It turns out they were hitting golf balls in the back yard. Probably because their granddads never take them out to play. (Yes this is a hint old men) I am not a real big believer in coincidences. So I figure my kids are hitting golf balls, neighbors window breaks, there must be a connection. They finally admit they MIGHT have hit something in that direction. I made them pay for the window.

I lost a tree in one of the storms last week. It was a 25-30 foot tall Bradford Pear tree. I sawed it up with my saw extension to my weedeater. Nice. But then I had to lug it all back to the woods. That sucked.

I am sure some other stuff happened. I also have some pictures to put up here. But not tonight. I am beat. And the hockey game is 4-0. No suspense. Bed time.