Happy Memorial Day! We were planning on working in the garden today and finishing planting flowers in the yard, but alas, it is raining! So we went to Target. Taking Riley shopping is always a mistake. For one thing he hates shopping and he lets you know by disobeying your every request. If you ask him to stay by your side, he wanders off. If you ask him to stop touching everything, he has to touch everything. He has to touch the clothes, the tags on the clothes, the signs poking out of the isles that say 2 for $3. It drives me nuts! And his voice has two volumes: loud and louder. Aye, Aye, Aye! Then, I punish him by making him stay in the cart and he's all "I hate you! You are the worstest, meanest mom in the world!" I usually roll my eyes and ignore him. He hates being ignored. Luckily this time Kurtis was with us. He's very good at getting Riley in line.
So, I started going to physical therepy for my right S.I. joint. During the winter sometime I slipped on a patch of ice and hit hard on my butt. I got right up and was really embarassed, but other than that, I thougth I was fine. Then a little while later, my hip started to hurt. I could just walk off the pain, but right before I went to P.T., I couldn't really walk it off any more. So I called my doctor and she told me to go to a physical therapist. Well, at least I didn't need a hip replacement. The P.T. has given me some stretches to do at home and told me to ice my back for 10-15 minutes every day. Also, I have to go on 10 minute walks (or as long as my joint allows). He said this is a stubborn injury and could take awhile to heal. Which means he's thinking, "Cha-ching!" But it does seem to be helping. I went twice last week, and go back on Thursday.
Zachary has finished soccer until fall. Riley started T-ball. Kaleb has his last music class on Wednesday, and the last day of school is Friday! Zachary cried when I told him it wasn't the last day of school on Friday. Ha ha! He has four more days left!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Drinking Makes You Stupid
I haven't blogged in awhile because I didn't think I had anything to blog about. Whatever. Let me tell you what happened last week (I think it was Wednesday, April 30th). I was sitting in my chair, minding my own business reading the final book in A Series of Unfortunate Events, when I hear this crashing sound right outside the front of my house. I look up in time to see a truck hit my mailbox (and my neighbor's they're right next to each other)! I go outside to see if the person has stopped or needs help or whatever and they are speeding down the street as fast as they can go! No, I couldn't see the license plate numbers. I didn't know what to do, so I called Kurtis and asked him if I should call the cops. He said I should. So I did. I filed my first police report ever. Crazy. The cop came and took pictures just like in CSI. It was cool. (Not really) But I did learn that it was considered a hit and run, not just vandalism.
Well, later that evening (because this happened at like 4:00 in the afternoon!), I went outside to call the kids in to dinner and a man in a truck pulls up and asks if that's my mailbox that got crunched. I'm apprehensive of him because I don't know the guy and the person who hit my mailbox was also in a tan truck. I'm thinking, "So, you've finally come to confess!" He proceeds to tell me that he saw the woman hit the mailboxes, and decided to follow her and chase her down. He said that my mailbox hit her windshield and broke it. Ha ha! He told me that he followed her to an apartment building and tried to block her in with his truck while he borrowed some one's cell phone to call the police. She apparently tried to get away from him by moving forward instead of backing up into him and then came around the other side of the parking lot where he was still blocking her in. The cops chased her around and finally caught her. According to him, they had to "take her to the ground." Amazing. She was drunk (of course). I really didn't think that we were ever going to find out who hit our mailboxes. Our next door neighbors told us that this happened two years ago (we've only been living in our home for a year). I wanted to get a nice brick mailbox, but I don't know if every two years some drunk idiot crashes into it. It may not be worth the hassle.
Well, later that evening (because this happened at like 4:00 in the afternoon!), I went outside to call the kids in to dinner and a man in a truck pulls up and asks if that's my mailbox that got crunched. I'm apprehensive of him because I don't know the guy and the person who hit my mailbox was also in a tan truck. I'm thinking, "So, you've finally come to confess!" He proceeds to tell me that he saw the woman hit the mailboxes, and decided to follow her and chase her down. He said that my mailbox hit her windshield and broke it. Ha ha! He told me that he followed her to an apartment building and tried to block her in with his truck while he borrowed some one's cell phone to call the police. She apparently tried to get away from him by moving forward instead of backing up into him and then came around the other side of the parking lot where he was still blocking her in. The cops chased her around and finally caught her. According to him, they had to "take her to the ground." Amazing. She was drunk (of course). I really didn't think that we were ever going to find out who hit our mailboxes. Our next door neighbors told us that this happened two years ago (we've only been living in our home for a year). I wanted to get a nice brick mailbox, but I don't know if every two years some drunk idiot crashes into it. It may not be worth the hassle.
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