There Once Was A Man From Nantucket...

I love this picture, though it has nothing to do with this post, and ...

Good Lord, get your mind out of the gutter! You sicken me.

So, we went camping again... We hiked, it rained, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes, but I have to say, by Monday, when I recovered, I ran 3 miles with no effort at all. Gotta love that.

During my sleepless night on Saturday, when I fell over at 7:30pm and then woke up at 11:30 and couldn't fall back asleep, I discovered the show "House". Ok, Mom, Dad, I think in the past...um...33.5 years...this would be the only thing you agree on....this show is awesome. You love to hate the genius, bastard star of the show.

P.S. I love TIVO.

So, we are sliding over Nightmare on Camping Street 2 and going on with "Amy Lays Around All Weekend..um..195?" Oh wait, do I count all the stuff I've done in the past 9 years? Then, we are down to "Amy Lays Around All Weekend 1.5". I try to remember some morning I didn't have to get out of bed at O'dark hundred, but it alludes me, so, I guess there is none.

Out of tremendous pain and agony (800mg of Advil did NOTHING) (and 4 hour T.V. marathon due to "House" induced lack of sleep) I didn't make the rest of the FAM get up for church. Then, my Catholic Guilt Child says, "I really wanted to go to church so I could have communion."

Ok, so you are an alcoholic at age 8. Good for you on embracing your heritage, now go back to sleep.

Then, came "AMY GOES POSTAL" June 2006. I pay bills once a month. I HATE paying bills. It's not so much that I am actually giving people money as the fact everyone has different password and sign on requirements so I have to keep some dumb-ass log so I can sign on to all this crap. If you try to do it online, they quit sending you a bill, so you are forced to use their crappy online bill paying service. Gawd, after Sunday, I am surprised my family still talks to me.

Todd's reload of the hard drive erased EVERYTHING I had saved since the beginning of the year for my checkbook. Cingular, TIVO, and Capital One over-charged us to the tune of 950 dollars. No one was available to answer our calls since I was doing this on Sunday. Grrrrrr.

So, today, I bought a new computer. I will double password protect it, no one is allowed to touch it, but me.

I love Todd. I really do, but he has this incessant need to take crap apart. He can build you a kick-ass computer, but he can't deal with the software part of it. I remember one day, a couple years ago, when I was installing my new 120g back up hard drive:

Amy: "Don't take the computer apart until I come home."

Todd: " Ok, I won't."

Amy: "No, seriously Todd, you are not allowed to touch this computer until I come home, don't open it!"

Todd: "Ok, I promise, I won't."

So, needless to say, I came home and the inside of the computer was all over my living room. Thankfully, I called my computer guru and he helped me put it back together, but Todd has this NEED to take things apart and find out how they work. It's been happening since he was 3 and he took his soon-to-be adoptive-father's 1962 am radio apart to see what parts were in it.

Sigh.

So, I bought a new computer, which no one is allowed to breathe on, much less use, and I have recovered from Camping Trip From Hell, and thankfully, Ross doesn't hate me as much as he used to.

On that pretty note, I will bid you good night, since I need to put Jack to bed, and I think I will go start an argument on circumcision of infant boys with my husband.

Oh, wait, that was last night.

Eh, what the hell, it gave me control of the remote for a few hours out of pure frustration....for him.

Muah-ha-ha

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Todd fell off a ladder yesterday.

I freaked out.

After all of the "Are you ok??" and then the "You big dummy, go buy a decent ladder!" I realized how dependent I have become on Todd over the past 3 years. I can't imagine life without him (drama queen, I know). I don't think I would be able to even turn on the television without him around (yes, it's gotten that complicated).

The house we bought 3 years ago has definitely become ours...ok, mostly his, I just sort of live there. Todd has done so much work to the place, and brought in so much stuff, it seems as though we have been there forever. I occasionally visit the garage, but I don't know what most of the stuff out there even is, so I tend to steer clear in fear of mistaking the pressure washer for the air compressor. Or, the leaf blower for the shop vac. But, most likely it would be the welder for the dehumidifier.

I found out last month we have 5 bicycles. I thought we had 3. Don't even get me started on how many lawn mowers we have. Todd brings them home from the curbside like a little boy who collects frogs.

Needless to say, Todd will be getting a new ladder, whether I buy it or he does, because I love the big stubborn man, and want to keep him around.

Thank Gawd It's Monday...

Reservations for campsite:
$19.00
Parking sticker for truck:
$25.00
Gasoline to get there:
$30.00

Extra wood to keep us warm in the 50 degree temperature and RAIN:
$12.00

48 degree Mystery Cave Tour:
$33.00

Getting home to 70 degree sunshine and watching your kids FINALLY play together
(ok, so I taught them how to burn plastic Army men with a magnifying glass)

PRICELESS!!


Oh, and as a side note, Todd said I whined a lot less than he thought I would.
Aren't you proud?

And A Landscaping We Will Go....

With any luck, there is a picture up there... ((ok, no picture due to downpour, I'll take one later in the week))

Todd and I spent yesterday in denial and today planting, destroying, mowing, weeding, mulching, and turning an overgrown weedfest into a decent looking yard. Actually, it looks fabulous. We have a few more plants to move (we are taking our mature happy plants from our house and giving them new life at Herbs's) and we haven't started on the inside, but we will do a little every night. There's really not much left to do since Todd did most of it last summer and since there's not a mortgage on it, it can sit on the market until it sells.

The playhouse has termites (or something similar) so it's great we decided not to try to move it. I think it would have fallen apart if we tried. But, I can say the yard hasn't looked this good since Edna was alive. Sigh, I miss Grandma.

Well, I gotta run get Jack, so I'll try to get a picture added to this post before tomorrow, otherwise, we'll be pictureless since if I miss a Monday post, Donna gets on my case and says I'm a slacker!