Oh, Sorry I Was Busy Disguising DIRT in the WOODS

Oops. Sorry for the neglection of the blog...I've been rather busy for once! What a concept! I have started volunteering for Skyline Volleyball and it's a pretty big time suck believe it or not. Those three hour practices really take away from my solitaire playing...it's a bit sad, but not really. I feel way more productive, way better about myself, and I'm actually kind of getting in shape...kind of. Not really. Since I don't really practice with them...but the whole standing and walking around for three hours chucking balls and such takes a lot out of me! Whew.

Anyhoo. A couple of weeks ago, as I think I previously posted, we started building (and by we I mean not me at all...the Brain and Cousin T) a patio out the door from the basement. Naturally, a lot of digging had to occur in order to make it both level and even with the rest of the grassy area out back, and all of that dirt had to go somewhere. Conveniently enough, we live right by the woods (and of course we would pitch it all back there, I saw it as a little contribution to the nature landscape...eh? Maybe? Mmm not to the Faj...). ANYWAYS, Faj didn't love the two or three hilly mounds the dirt clods created and therefore sent me and the Brain to disguise them.

Yes. Disguise dirt. In. The. Woods.

Totally fine. Turns out...pine needles are excellent for covering up unnatural-looking (yet, natural) materials. The dead leaves and halfway composted materials are not so great...they tend to fly in various directions when tossed atop a dirt clod pile, oftentimes ending up all over the tosser. Not ideal. It also rings true that mosquitoes still love me because even though I practically took a shower in deet, I still emerged with a rather high number of new bites. Hey-zeus.

A minor re-cap of yesterday's festivities includes (but is not limited to) the awkward man at Border's, a power chair race down Liberty, one crazy lady at Arbor Farms, and an elephant-esque outfit:

1. Border's Man - This man served as both the greeter (probably not the best position for him) and as the cashier (also not great...I'm thinking a stock-man would be fitting). So, I walk in and make eye contact because usually those are the people who try and suck you into some deal, or hand you a coupon (WOO!), or at least offer up a Howdy of sorts...but after a pretty decent amount of time nothing was said, so I dropped eye contact, and then looked at him again a split second later just to check that he was still conscious. Conscious he was! At 1:30 p.m. he finally puttered out a rather theatrical "Good morning" (complete with a stutter) followed up by a large fumble of words, a slight chuckle, and a "Oh umm, I, I, I mean good afternoon. Ha. Ha." Holy muffin tins. At the check out counter I figured it would be pretty painless...and I mean it was, minus the numerous stutters, multiple attempts at getting me to sign up for the Border's Rewards Card (it's free!), and awkward broken up conversation attempt. Yikes.
2. Power Chair Race Down Liberty - Naturally I have no idea if these two women were racing, but I would very much like to think that they were. I zoomed by in the Loser Cruiser and nearly started announcing the play by play (but decided against it, don't worry). Identical chairs, one right behind the other, just flying along the sidewalk. Now that might be one of the only perks of a power chair. The ability to race others in similar makes and models...
3. Crazy Lady at Arbor Farms - While on a mad hunt for the Barefoot Contessa Coconut Cupcake Mix (for the Maj...) I stopped in at Arbor Farms. As I was walking in, a few people were walking out and among them was a curly gray haired woman talking about some protest. She then proceeded to screech to the innocent woman also trying to exit the establishment..."Heyyyy beautiful woman. Beautiful wo-o-o-o-o-o-mannnnn!" The last thing I heard before I was safely inside the sliding glass doors was a fed up "Yeah?" Hahahaha. The thing is that I thought there might actually be something wrong with this woman and so the behavior might be excusable...but when I left (without the cupcake mix mind you) she was driving a vehicle and so I assumed she potentially was not a few cookies short of a dozen. On the real though, large navy blue kidnapper van. Watch out, folks (especially all you beautiful women out there).
4. The Elephant-esque Outfit - This really wasn't that exciting. I had on a gray skirt...and after dancing outside in the rain with the rest of the Three Musketeers I plopped on a dry gray sweatshirt...elephant behavior followed shortly after. No big deal...