Wednesday Weekend Wrap Up

I feel like I've really fallen off the blogging grid here lately. I haven't been inspired to write anything and I've even been finding it difficult to make my way around and read and comment as often as I used to. Forgive me.

For the 87th (or so it seems) week in a row my husband was supposed to work on Saturday. Combine the fact that he didn't want to, and that Stink asks him daily if he has a day off, he made an executive decision and decided not to go. That left my two guys playing soccer, baseball, playing with Monster trucks, watching "Transformers", and basically just having the male bonding time that they both love.

Hubby did have to go in to work and make sure that the guys were doing what they were supposed to be doing and that things were running well, so he took Stink with him. He took great pride in telling me he had "to go to work". The guys all get a kick out him, as he's such an outgoing little dude. One of the guys told Sam what another guy's nickname was. Stink later giggled and told my husband, "He said 'boob'".

When they got home we headed out to "Old Settlers". I have no idea what that means, but it's a festival of sorts held yearly not far from home. Stink enjoyed all the rides and I thoroughly enjoyed a corn dog. I fought the urge to get a funnel cake, as that's not on the diet.












That last picture isn't the best, but I have a reason for posting it. I put it on my Facebook page and a friend of mine tagged it. Know why? See that building in the background? The city is nice enough to put on a fun event that thousands of people may enjoy themselves at. And cruel enough to do it right in front of the jail. See all of us having fun? Suck it, inmates!

Sunday Stink went to spend 7 hours with his "other" grandparents. I only mention the hours because I easily spent double that convincing him to go. He relented and went with them. Hubby and I spent the majority of the day out on the bike. Perfect weather and I got just the right amount of sun.

When Sam returned we headed out to the annual neighborhood Ice Cream Social. That is SO not my cup of tea, wearing a name tag and being friendly with people I won't talk to again until next year. But there were a ton of kids and Sam always has fun. And every year there's a special treat for the kiddos.









A firetruck, baby! And per Sam's request, they ran their lights and sirens and honked the horn as they pulled away.

All in all, a wonderful weekend. I'll leave you with a picture of my hubby, enjoying a well deserved libation.





And one more picture. Whenever we play "Cars", I'm always "Sally", since I'm a girl. (That's Sam's deal.) Turn my back for one minute and this is what my husband does.



Yep, that's "me", getting nailed from behind by "Ramone". Nice.

Hope you all enjoyed your weekend, even though it's Wednesday already. Whatever.