It actually happened. I got the weekend off (except for my little carney stint) and it was great.
This is what I got to do:

Sit around a campfire and cook hot dogs.
Watch my niece go down a giant inflatable slide.
Visit with both my brother and sister.
Play bean bag toss.
Get some sun! (haven't been able to do it at all yet this summer)
Go to the new driving range.
Celebrate my 1 year anniversary with Mike.
See the Dark Knight (finally!).
Take a four wheeler ride to the park and watch the waterbarrel races.
Visit with my uncle who I haven't seen for quite awhile.
Go downtown and have a little too much fun doing the running man(yes there was drinking involved).
See Aaron and arianna (however briefly).
Got the Magic Bullet (the blender!).
Spend time with mike that wasn't saying hi in the morning and goodnight at nighttime.
DO WHATEVER I WANTED!!

It was amazing. I can't believe people get to do this kind of stuff every weekend. I was totally spoiled and I want more!

You heard it right, from 11-2 on Saturday I will be selling tickets at the carnival in town. It is only an inflatable carnival with a climbing wall and slide and a couple other things but as Aaron pointed out to me-there is no degree of carney. You either are or you aren't, and for this one day...I am.

So me and my car seem to be in a love-hate relationship. It gets me to work and back and I love it, then it makes an awful crunching noise when I put it in reverse and I hate it. More like it scares me.

I had this awful rattle that would happen every little bump I went over and it was driving me nuts but I was of course too poor to bring it anywhere for them to check it out. Well then the reverse thing happened and I was terrified it was the transmission. Luckily for me, my cuz happens to be a mechanic and he took a look at it last night. Turns out it was the rattle gone bad. The thing (technical terms need not needed) came loose and he (put it back?) did something. So now, no rattle and no awful crunching noise! Thank you Brandon! It was great news all around.

In other news, he thought that maybe I need new wheel bearings. Crap.

Join me in saying happy birthday to my big brother! Thanks for always giving me brotherly advice when I call asking for it. Thanks for being someone to look up to. And thanks for bringing that adorable little girl of yours into this world. Love you!

Did anyone else's grandma sing this to them as a child?

"There once was a farmer who met a young miss,
in back of a farm where he gave her.....
a lecture on chickens and horses and eggs,
and told her that she had such beautiful....
manners, that suited a girl of his charms,
a girl that he wanted to take in his....
washing and ironing and then when she did...
they could get married and raise lots of sweet.....
Violets!"

So, yesterday I posted, begging for someone to give me material to write about. Aaron, being so clever suggested maybe writing about the mass quantity of sleeveless t-shirt men running around this place. I will have you know the first person I saw crossing the street today. Sleeveless t-shirt.

On another note I may try and mow the lawn again today. I'm having a neverending battle with our lawn mowers lately. So the rider wasn't working for forever and then miraculously it was fixed. I didn't realize it was fixed and proceeded to mow the kind of large lawn with the push mower and put it away right in front of the rider which had been fixed and was back in the garage without me realizing it.

The next time I go and get the rider. I'm circling around this rather large snowball bush that we have when, unknowingly to me, a bolt comes off the steering wheel thingy (i'm rather mechanical) and i'm driving further and further into the bush wondering why it won't turn away from it. Don't worry. I managed to shut it off before I drove completely into it.

So then that bit got fixed. Next time I use it I get almost the entire lawn done when I see my cell phone laying in the grass in very close proximity to the blades. So I get off the thing to pick it up and when I try to restart it...it won't. I pushed it to the garage and there it sits. We're on a break.

Oh did I mention one time last month I ran out of gas using my uncles mower (which I was unfamiliar with) when the lady neighbor yells across the street "Check the gas!" Thank you lady.

I'm starting to have quite the stigma with lawnmowers.

What can I write about to get over my Bloggity blogging slump?

Anyone willing to try this and tell me how it went?