Friday, October 30, 2009
Earlier this year the powers that be over at City Waste Management decided that all the citizens of my lil' town would be required to use a handy dandy new wheeled cart for getting rid of their trash. I have been using one of those bad boys for going on 10 years now. So this didn't impact me much. In fact, I am a champion of the wheeled cart. It's reeeeeeeeaaaly big. So no matter how much garbage a party plannin', diaper changin', holiday hostin', yard workin' Clover can create...I only need the one bigass wheeled cart to dispose of it everso neatly.
And, as I am a 35 year old whose triceps are beginning to show some real definition - for reals, there is a little line back there amid the jiggle!! And, as I often have at my disposal not only my husband, but all the neighbor men who I have somehow bossed into doing my bidding, wheeling my bigass cart to the curb has never been a problem. (Unless you consider the fact that I hate to touch garbage cans a problem.)
Howevah. It is only logical that a garbage can the size of a refridgerator might be cumbersome for some of my neighbors. (Especially people like, oh...I don't know...women with no tricep definition. Ahem.)
BUT NEVER FEAR. The Fathers of our fair city have come up with a solution. As spelled out to us in the flier that came with our last trash bill. If you are having trouble getting your cart to the curb, you can call the city and they will arrange for...
Are you ready? Because it's not what you think.
...a high school honot student to make a ONE TIME trip to your house to EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW YOU CAN MOVE YOUR CART MORE EASILY.
Because it's not that your 85 year old Granny needs help moving her 95 gallon trash cart. It's that she is TOO STUPID to understand how to wheel it to the street. So stupid, in fact, that a child will be sent over to give her a garbage can physics lesson.
Um. Yeah...ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME????
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
I drove him around a neighborhood that I think he should move to. So everyone cross your fingers and send some "come home" mojo toward Wisconsin.
It was four days of big fun while he was here though. We went to the zoo, the pumpkin patch, the candy store...never a dull moment. I was, in typical fashion, terrible about remembering to USE the camera. But I did get some great snaps at the pumpkin patch. Enjoy!
The first order of business was to find a big hay bale to sit on and watch a pig race. You cannot even believe how cute little pink piggy butts are when they run around a track. Also up for a cute award was the little girl who stole the show when the emcee asked if anyone knew anything about pigs, and she answered, "They are made out of bacon!" Good answer!
Will chowed down on this free sample of cotton candy as though he had never eaten sugar before. He was totally trying to play Bompa's heartstrings. Which paid off later at the candy store.
Sweet Pea was a rockstar on the "Jumping Pillow." She didn't even fall down when the GROWN MAN knocked over her brother. As you can imagine, I was irritated. What you probably can't imagine is the level of irritation Mr. G displayed over said grown man being decked out from head to toe in Bronco gear. I am not even sure he knew that the guy knocked over his kid because he was so blinded by the orange and blue.
It is just really too bad that he didn't enjoy his first pony ride at all. I mean, c'mon Will. We're supposed to be having fun here. (Sweet Pea wants you to know that the pony is named Strawberry and the hat is borrowed.)
This pony is named Snowball. And that was all well and good, except for the fact that it wasn't nearly as wonderful as having your very own pony, Pistol. And "why oh why oh why did Papa have to sell Pistol to those other little girls when I could have loved him just as much as they do???" Methinks I'll be hearing about that one for a lifetime.