Of Fires, Lights, Chocolate, and Preparation
This will be such an exciting post! Okay, this will probably be one of the most boring ones ever. I'm really only posting again to remind my blog readers to come on out to my party tonight. That's right, I'm shameless. I'm having a fire in my backyard. I have this crazy contraption with various types of metal, gas tanks, and doors to put flammable materials into that I've never used before. I'll START trying to light it a few hours before the party so that I'm about half done when people start to show up.
My back yard actually had NO GRASS in May. I've been working on it ever since by putting in dirt, spreading seed, and consistently watering it. My parents even put down some fertilizer. The grass is still young, but I am very proud to say that I actually have some grass now. I've also been watering the front lawn for hours upon hours in a futile attempt to restore greenness to the grass. Anyway, I've been mowing and cutting and sweeping and blowing and edging and trimming and it still only looks "okay". Kelly is probably at an equal state of "is that all I was able to do with it" on the inside of the house. Anyway, I'm excited because I got to use a few lights for the party and anybody that knows me well can tell you that simple things like lights excite me for hours and totally make my day.
Last thing, on Tuesday I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at AMC Westgate with like 12 other people including
Autumn and her son Erik. He made the movie worthwhile all by himself. The most anti-climactic part of the movie is when Charlie Bucket opens his "one a year" bar of chocolate and he just DESERVES to get one of those priceless golden tickets. A hush comes over the theater as he tears open one end of the bar, NOTHING. No golden ticket. "Nuh-uh, it's not!" yells Erik, which of course made the entire theater laugh heartily. Not too much later the movie has a sudden quiet moment at which point Erik has nearly impossible timing where he launched a rip of a fart from the dead center of the theater. I don't think everybody laughed at that one, but our row certainly couldn't contain themselves. Kids - gotta love 'em (but sometimes you wish you couldn't smell 'em).