I Was Kinda Hoping for a Tapeworm
Jane is a little less enthusiastic although she's looking forward to seeing all her friends. She's also REALLY looking forward to terrorizing the new little Kindergartners now that she's in first grade.
(She scares me.)
Neither girl is looking forward to the return to our No Television on School Nights policy but there is no way that I am signing up to fight over television every single freaking day. Sorry. It just works better to have an absolute rule, because I get really tired of negotiating and then hearing my husband complain that I am too lenient with "screen time." But at any rate, I decided if they had to give up something, *I* have to give up something.
I'm giving up my hips.
Well, I'm not giving them up entirely, just like the kids will get to watch television on the weekends. I'm giving up the excessive hip habit I've acquired since the first of the year, but particularly over the summer. It's just time for me to enter the real world and stop messing around and pretending I'm all cute and between films when really, the truth is that if I get any fatter, I'm going to have to hang a red flag off my butt. So, today, I climbed on my bike on the trainer and sat there for 25 minutes, pedaling and listening to my Ipod. It's not a huge workout but it's a start.
Of course, I had to let the kids watch TV while I did it but I guess we're all starting slow.
In Other News
The girls decided they wanted to start a composting program in the spirit of our neighbor who was killed so tragically in a car accident this past week. He was very concerned about the environment and was a vegan, etc., and as we were talking about how we could possibly do anything to honor his memory (you know: reduce, reuse, recycle) we decided to start a compost pile. Because, frankly, the amount of garbage we generate in an average week is appalling.
My neighbor on the other side had a composting hutch he wasn't using and he gave it to us. The hilarious thing is that they never use their backyard and they don't have a dog or really any reason to get out back very often. So in the course of getting the hutch for me, my neighbor found and pitched this many tennis balls back over the fence. (There may have actually been more since I found another three just walking back up to the house.)
I've written before about our dog Scout who lives to play fetch. He's a better fetcher than I am a thrower so the balls frequently go over the fence. My neighbors are the best sports about all this kind of stuff. I don't know how we got so lucky to move exactly here right between the best neighbors in the world but there ya go. I don't know how Scout got lucky enough to be adopted by us, either, but he did. It's just dumb luck.
Of course, Scout is not really that SMART. Here he is frantically trying to find a ball to play with and totally missing the one at his feet.
(This is my first time editing a photo in Photoshop! It only took me about three hours!)
And yes, that's really what our back yard looks like. It's horrible. I tried to mow it yesterday but I got started too late because I'd only mowed a little when I heard, "BACK AWAY FROM THE MOWER!" It was my husband. I was so busted.
(Have I mentioned how ready I am to have my foot back to normal and that it seems like it will never be normal again?)
(Just so you know, the formatting of my text keeps changing on me and the spacing I've created keeps disappearing. I've fixed it at least seven times and it still won't just STAY the way I've formatted it. I'm trying not to eat an entire bag of Salt and Vinegar chips out of frustration so I'm just going to leave it now.)