Ur Vose Sheez

Saturday, March 30th 2013

We went to do more work at the barn today.   There was more work putting the fencing up.  More posts put in, more wire and rope run and attached.    Lisa and Dave had left earlier with the boys, I met up with them.  When I got there, JJ had a cut above his right eye with dried blood.  Apparently, he was climbing on things at Tractor Supply, fell and scraped his face down a metal price sign.  Hopefully he won't do that again.

It was a gorgeous day! I took the opportunity to take a few pictures.  This is the farm house.  I still haven't identified all of the plants yet, but I have a few guesses on some of them, and I know some others.  I am excited there are Vinca!  Myrtle!  Periwinkle!  One of my FAVE's!  There's also Iris coming up.

The bedrooms are on the left, the living room is on the right, and the dining room is a little jut off on the further right.

There's a really nice deck along the back of the house.  LOTS of room for the kids to run around.  There's a shed back there, targets, lots of trees.

To the right of the house is a garage.  It has two bay doors, one can actually be used as a garage.  The other has a small apartment area connecting to a kitchen area.

I attempted to transplant some daffodil's out of the horse fields and put them over by the house.  I dug down, and chopped through the stem under ground :-(  I've decided to wait until they're withering, then I will move them.  Then I don't have to worry about killing them.  Luckily, the horses seem to leave them alone.  I do want them moved though, being as they are toxic.
 
As we were wandering around the field, Jeremy and I were talking.  I don't recall how we got on the subject, but somehow we were talking about running.  He told me I couldn't run.  

"I can run,"  I said.  "I choose not to."

"No.  You're back is broken.  You can't run," he replied.

"If I needed to run, I could do it.  I just don't need to, so I don't."

It went on like that for a few moments.  Finally, it irked me enough that I decided I was going to show this little know-it-all 6 year old something.

"I bet I can beat you to that electric post."

"No you can't."

"What's your wager?  I can beat you."

He thought for a moment.  "If YOU win, I'LL clean the bathroom next time JJ get's toothpaste all over everything.  If I win, YOU take me and my brother to Sweet Frog for frozen yogurt."

"Deal."

On your mark.

Get ready.

GO!

I took off like my life depended on it.  Holy cow!  My muscles and joints are NOT used to this.  I remember WHY I don't run now.  IT HURTS!  But, I am NOT about to lose to an obnoxious 6 year old.  I channeled my high school days, when I was good at high jump and sprinting.  I ran!

I got about three feet.  

"Boy, Aunt Donna!  You run FAST!"

Thank heaven!  Hallelujah!  I can slow down!  He stopped.

I slowed to a jog, touched the electric pole, turned around, and said, "Your turn to clean the bathroom," with a huge smile on my face.  Then I waited for him to catch up and gave him a hug.

We made it back to the Suburban in time to be told we needed to run to Tractor Supply for more fence posts.  I needed a drink so I asked if we could stop at Wawa.  I grabbed a bag of chips while we were in there - Cheddar Sour Cream Ruffles, my favorite!  JJ saw my snack and said he was hungry.  Lisa gave him a leftover pancake from breakfast.

Driving along I-295, eating my chips, looking out the window, I hear a noise that sounds sort of like "Ur vose sheez."

I turn to look at JJ.  *crunch, crunch, crunch*  "Huh?"

The child is sitting next to me strapped into his booster seat with a McDonald's styrofoam plate on his lap, a pancake in his hand, big blue eyes, and a HUGE mouthful.  "Ur vose sheez?"  I raised my eyebrows as I watched bits of pancake fall out of his face while he said it.

"Yes, they're cheese.  Cheddar and Sour Cream.  They're my favorite."

"I Wike dose!  I twied dem once. Dey wear good."  More pancake fell out of his face.

We survived the trip to Tractor Supply without JJ busting his head open on anything this time.  Come to think of it, it's kind of a record for the kid.  Last time we went, it was raining.  JJ ran into the store, turned the corner by the registers, skid for a few feet before sliding face first into the circular rack :-)  He got up real quick and hollerd, "I'm OK!"

After a long day at the farm, Lisa and I ditched Dave and the kids and took off to Walmart.  I have no idea why we went.  I don't remember what we needed.  I DO remember she made me use the wheelchair again.  "You've had a long day.  You hurt, right?"  Well, yeah.  "Get in the chair."  You just wanna do donuts.  "Don't take away all my fun."  Ok, I got in the chair.

On the way out of the store, we're walking down the parking lot aisle.  We're walking down the parking lot aisle.  We're still walking.  Lisa turns around to me.  

"Stay here."

She walks over two rows.

"Hit the beeper button!"

"It doesn't beep!  It just blinks the lights."

So I'm looking for blinking lights.  I walk past a car.  There's blinking headlights.  A guy walks by the car.  Guess it's not his.  I walk over.  Yep, it's us.  I walk over.  Lisa comes walking over.

"Not a word!"  She warns.

"Nope."

"I mean it.  Don't say anything."

"Okay."

We got home.  Dave asks what took us so long.

"Lisa lost the Maxima." :-)