long, hard day
I am so incredibly sore. I worked my ass off today in the yard. I started off mowing & ended with chopping down a tree. Dogwoods are surprisingly heavy for being the size they are. My parents insisted that one of the dogwoods in the yard was dead. It was not. I tried to point this out, but it didn’t do any good. Chopping down a dead tree is one thing. One that’s still green? Not as easy. So we finally got the thing down. Then came the breaking it up & hauling it all over creation. Loads of fun.
I tried to be careful since apparently there’s a lapse in my medical insurance (yeah, that is a whole other issue). I actually ended the day with only a few minor injuries. A few blisters, bashed toes, skinned arms & legs, & a slight sunburn. Oh yeah, and a very important lesson learned. Never ever do yard work in GA wearing shorts & a bathing suit top without putting on bug stuff. Lets just say the mosquito’s had a field day.
I went to see the new pirates movie tonight with my family as a “relaxer” after the work day today. Ya know, I wasn’t all that impressed. I mean, it was still a good movie, but I don’t think it’ll be one to watch 50 million times like the first was. And the clip at the end wasn’t nearly as good as the monkey at the end of the first one. This one was kinda lame. The dog? Scheesh. They could have at least done something with Jack or something. Oh well. Wonder what the next one will be like...
I don’t know why, but I just feel very left out all of a sudden. It’s kind of like finding out all your friends are at a huge bash where everyone is out having the time of their lives….and you were simply left off the invitation list. No harm/insult intended, they just simply forgot. And you wonder why. I know that I’m very different from most of my friends. Hell, I don’t even like going out and drinking all the time anymore. And I’m definitely not the prettiest thing in a bathing suit, so I can understand why I might not be left off the pool/beach party list. I would love to know what it’s like to be one of those skinny, size 2 girls. But I’m not and that’s ok. Really. Just once, I’d like to know what it was like though. You know the part in that pirates movie where she realizes exactly where (er, who) the compass points to? Yeah. I know where mine would point, problem is? I might as well be invisible. Damn pirate. Oh well. Not like I fit in real well in that world anyway….
And so now I think I am going to take my very sore & tired body in to take nice long bubble bath & a good book. Goodnight Neverland!