This weekend was a real tease. A tease for summer that is. (by the way, the reason for this picture will be apparent after reading the end of this post)
First, awesome weather. We got the boat out Saturday for the first boat ride of the season. I am totally ready for lazy days at the lake and long boat rides! Especially since I can really enjoy my summer this year. Last year I was taking 4 summer school classes. That totally sucked. This summer I'll only have one class, which means way less stress and more time for fun. And let's face it: me likey the fun.
Second, I mowed my grass. I love my time on the lawnmower because it just gives me about an hour and a half completely to myself, to think about whatever I want (what am I going to do tomorrow? What is the meaning of life? Did the neighbors just see me go under that tree and the branch slap me in the face?). I love the look of a freshly mowed lawn. I feel so accomplished when I finish and it looks so green and short and perfect. Yeah, it stays that way for like a day, which is why I enjoy the moment while I can.
Third, I cleaned the house, finished cleaning out the garage, and rearranged some furniture. This might fall more under the category of spring and spring cleaning, but since I'm talking about summer we'll just go with it. I'm trying to clean out a lot of my... what some would call clutter (read: treasures I can't bear to part with because I've had them since I was 5) Translation, I'm a control freak and don't like change. BUT, as part of my self diagnosed therapy, I am going through everything in my house and throwing away at least half. Ok a fourth. Well let's just take it one trash bag at a time ok?? (Especially considering today I bought 2 rubbermaid containers to put in the attic for the "keep" stuff)
Last, I'm going to tell this story because I told her I was going to write about her. We had hamburgers for dinner at Mom and Dad's Saturday after our boat ride. I picked out my burger and said to everyone in the room "this one is mine". This of course led to an explanation of my declaration of said burger, probably because Steve was giving me his what-in-the-world look that he so often reserves for me. When I was growing up, I always claimed my cheeseburger as soon as Dad set them on the table, so I was sure to get the one with the most cheese. Not sure why, it was just a thing I did and it stuck (side note: explore possibilities of childhood cheeseburger claiming as root of control issues). Anyway, this conversation was going on while I was fixing drinks, everyone was fixing their plates, etc. A few minutes later I am ready to get my burger. Cue music from Psycho: It is gone! And guess where it is? On my sister's plate. In a bun. With ketchup. Hamburglar! While I was fixing drinks for HER kids, she was stealing my cheeseburger. Totally didn't hear the entire cheeseburger-claiming conversation (which effectively groups her in with cats as far as her ability for selective hearing). She offered to scrape the ketchup off and put it in another bun for me to have. And I made her do it.
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