Scott to the Rescue!

Usually on Sundays, Scott and I lay around and watch NFL and don't do much. This was not the case yesterday. We were at my house this weekend and Scott helped me get a lot of work done in my back yard since he'll be leaving for Korea on Saturday. There was an enormous pile of leaves in the yard and we decided to burn them in my brick fire pit.

So we were out in the back yard burning and supervising the fire. I'd like to mention at this point that Scott was wearing some of my clothes because he didn't think to bring anything that he wanted to work in the yard in. I won't go into detail because he might kill me if I did, but I'll say he was wearing some jeans that I can no longer fit into with the legs rolled up about 4 times. So after a big cloud of smoke starting billowing around the neighborhood, we heard sirens. I just knew someone had called the fire department thinking it was my house on fire and not leaves. Not to mention, it may or may not be legal to burn leaves within the city limit. Scott was more worried that some firemen were going to show up and find him wearing women's jeans. Even Scott said he looked like a homosexual, his words, not mine.

So we had been out there about an hour or so. We had the back door open and we saw a bird fly into the house through the open door. I went running in and saw that the bird had made it through the laundry room, the kitchen and was now in the dining room. My dining room has very large windows with no blinds. The bird was flying into them repeatedly. It then became Scott's job to capture the bird, not harming him, and put him back outside. Why? Because I was going to be the one holding the camera.

I got him a towel and he caught the bird. It took two or three tries because Scott was afraid he'd hurt the bird if he squeezed too hard, so it got free from him a couple times. But eventually he got him out and he flew away unharmed.

Later, Scott called his dad to talk about football, but also told him about the bird. Scott told him, "It's always an adventure with Amy." And his dad laughed, but added that I kept him young. I'm going to have to agree with that one! So, I want the thank Scott for all his help! He was willing to work even if it meant he had to wear womens' jeans and catch birds!

You Got Hit in the Face With What??

For the last two evenings, the weather has actually been really nice in Montgomery. I decided to take advantage of that and get some work done in my back yard. The first day, I chopped down a massive amount of bushes and trees and drug them out to the road. I was really amazed at how much I got done in less than two hours. I wish I had taken a before and after photo, but I didn't think about it until after. But the brush pile I created is taller than my trashcan by the road if that gives you sort of an idea of how much I accomplished.

So last night, my mission was to rake all of the leaves off of my back patio and into the grass. My theory was that the next time my yard man comes, he could run over them with the mower because it has a bagger, therefore, picking up all the leaves saving me the hassle of bagging them. And let me mention that these are huge ass magnolia leaves that are a big pain in the butt and attract roaches. So I attempt, at first, to use my leaf blower but quickly realize its not moving the leaves. One, because the leaves have been there so long they are all stuck together and two, because there are so many small branches and limbs mixed in from recent storms.

So picture this, I'm holding the leaf blower and it doesn't seem to be doing much. So I decide to move some branches out of the way. I lean over to pick one up, not bothering to turn off the blower. So the blower points straight down below me, shooting dirt, leaves and even a worm into the air. You guessed it, the worm hit me right in the cheek. At this point, I am so not a happy camper. I throw down the blower and finish raking all of the leaves into the yard by hand.

I got inside and I'm pouring sweat. So I head straight to the kitchen to wash my hands and face. As I'm standing there I hear scratching noises. So not only did I get hit in the face by a worm, but I think that my furry little friends might be back. So, I call Scott. Like this is really going to accomplish anything since he is an hour away, but I needed to vent!

Scott: Hey baby. What are you up to?
Me: I raked the yard and there's roaches and worms everywhere and I was using the blower and worm hit me in the face and now I think there's a mouse in the kitchen and I don't know what to do and why do you have to live so far away I need help!
Scott: I'm sure it's just a little mouse. And you got hit in the face with a what?
Me: A worm. And I don't care if its a little mouse. He's in there pooping on stuff and prob trying to eat my food and I'm scared to open the cabinet because he might jump out on me and I'd poop in my pants if he did.
Scott: Well, umm... I'm not feeling so good myself so I'm going to go lay down. Why don't you do the same. I'll call you later.

So, I did search through the cabinet and drawers and don't find any evidence of a mouse. But I know I heard something? Anyway. That was my day.

So, I Did It Again

Those of you who read often will remember a few months ago, when I had my embarrassing incident at lunch. My co-workers still make fun of me every time we see the scruffy guy with the ponytail in the cafeteria.

Well folks, I did it again. This time at least I didn't sit with the ponytail guy. I just didn't notice that one of my co-workers was already seated at a table and so I sat at the empty one next to him. So when the third co-worker came to join us, he laughed and said "Well, Amy... do you just not want to sit with us today?"

Sigh. Honestly, I think I sat my lunchbox down then went back to get a fork and the first co-worker sat down while I was up. But logistics don't matter to them. I'll always be the one the one who screws up. It's ok, though. I'm used to it.

For Once, Karma Wasn't a Bitch

I can’t believe I forgot to post about this last week. Last Wednesday night, I had planned to cook dinner at my brother’s house. When I got off work, I headed to the Wal-Mart in Millbrook to pick up the groceries I needed to make dinner. My brother and his wife, Jennifer were going to stop somewhere and get his haircut, and theoretically, we should have arrived at their house about the same time. But about the time I am leaving Wal-Mart, Jennifer sends me a text message saying that they still haven’t started cutting Jonathan’s hair yet so I could come to Prattville and pick her up if I didn’t want to wait. I figured I’d better go ahead and do that since I just bought chicken and didn’t want it to get warm in the car. So I loaded the groceries into the car and headed to get her.

When I got there, she asked if I minded running in Target with her real quick to make a return. No problem. So we drove over to Target which is in the same shopping center. As we started to get out, I reached for my purse and it wasn’t there. I thought maybe I put it in the trunk with the groceries. Checked. Not there either. Then panic set in. I must have left it in the shopping cart in the parking lot at Wal-mart!

So, we jumped back in the car and I flew back to Wal-Mart. It had been at least 10 minutes and I was praying it was still there. I drove up to the cart corral and there was the cart, no purse. So I jogged up to the guy who was collecting carts in the lot and he took me to customer service. Someone had just turned in a purse. I gave him my name and described the purse. He came out carrying it and I was so thrilled!

Ordinarily, I don’t carry any cash. But the weekend before I had gotten out about $100 after the whole ticket fiasco when we were considering purchasing another pair of tickets. I assumed the cash would be gone but was just hoping that my debit and credit cards would be in place. I was shocked. The cash and everything was still there. I was amazed. Actually, I was lucky that I left it at the Millbrook Wal-mart and not the one in Montgomery or I probably wouldn’t have even gotten the purse back!

So here’s where it gets weird. As we are getting back into my car, we look up and there are a bunch of carts pushed into the parking space in front of my car (Yes, Jen those people are assholes). In one of the carts, there is a purse. We realize that is probably belongs to the person who is backing out so we start yelling and waving at her. Her reply when she realizes she left her purse, “Oh my God, my husband would have killed me!”

But what are the chances that immediately after rescuing my purse, we would save someone from losing hers? Karma works in mysterious ways!

What's that on your face?

First off, let me start by saying congratulations to my brother on his new job. It’ll be a promotion and a raise. I’m pretty proud of him!

Second, we had a get together for dinner last night to celebrate his new job. I cooked tacos and baked a cake at their house. I was in the kitchen cutting pieces of cake fresh out of the oven. It was a chocolate upside-down cake with fudgy icing. As I was cutting and putting pieces onto plates, I got some of the icing on my thumb. Obviously, since it was right out of the oven my finger felt like it was on fire. My instant reflex was to put my thumb in my mouth and lick the icing off. As I slung my thumb upward toward my mouth, some of the icing slung off and landed on my nose. So not only did I manage to burn my thumb and my tongue, I also burned my nose. My brother was the only one who witnessed this but since he laughed so hard others came into the kitchen and saw me before I could get the chocolate off my nose. How embarrassing! And I think this is yet another thing that only I could manage to do.

Anyway, congratulations Jonathan!