


Rain, rain go away. I'm sick of this! Thursday and Friday were so nice. We played outside Thursday night until after dark, and Friday we spent 2.5 hours at Riley Park. We also went to Baskin Robbins and had a playdate with Anthony and Chase. I got to visit with Rachel, which was awesome. Saturday we went to them to Jumpin Jacks, which I thought was a good value for $6.36. Ryan really liked their bounce houses and the fun house mirrors. There weren't too many people there either, which was nice. I think they were all at KidsFest.
Last weekend I went and cropped with the girls. It was fun and I had my usual spurt of laughing until I cried. The weekend before that I had Hansens and Diane&Brian over for Mardi Gras. I made a King Cake and some kickass gumbo. I took some to my boss at work, who is from Louisiana, and he ruled it authentic.
The other excitement was our trip to McDonalds last Sunday. We ran into a bully. He was either 3 or 4. He was trash talking to Ryan. I told Ryan that the bully was a bad boy and he should stay away from him. Then Ryan comes back and said he had hit him. I said, was it an accident or on purpose? So Ryan marches over and said "Hey kid, did you hit me on accident or on purpose?". The kid turns and flips me the bird. Then Ryan says "Kid, you are a bad boy so I won't play with you. Next time if you can be good I will play with you." The kid glares at me. I look over at the mom. She glares at me. I was so proud. Then we skee-daddled. Normally I would say something to the mom, but she looked like a wirey piece of white trash that could really kick my ass. And use the f-bomb a lot. By the way, she also left to go to the restroom and left him all by himself in there.
The insurance company came and got the trailer and we got our check. Now we just have to find something else to haul dj equipment in.
Last weekend I went and cropped with the girls. It was fun and I had my usual spurt of laughing until I cried. The weekend before that I had Hansens and Diane&Brian over for Mardi Gras. I made a King Cake and some kickass gumbo. I took some to my boss at work, who is from Louisiana, and he ruled it authentic.
The other excitement was our trip to McDonalds last Sunday. We ran into a bully. He was either 3 or 4. He was trash talking to Ryan. I told Ryan that the bully was a bad boy and he should stay away from him. Then Ryan comes back and said he had hit him. I said, was it an accident or on purpose? So Ryan marches over and said "Hey kid, did you hit me on accident or on purpose?". The kid turns and flips me the bird. Then Ryan says "Kid, you are a bad boy so I won't play with you. Next time if you can be good I will play with you." The kid glares at me. I look over at the mom. She glares at me. I was so proud. Then we skee-daddled. Normally I would say something to the mom, but she looked like a wirey piece of white trash that could really kick my ass. And use the f-bomb a lot. By the way, she also left to go to the restroom and left him all by himself in there.
The insurance company came and got the trailer and we got our check. Now we just have to find something else to haul dj equipment in.




























