So, did I do as I planned? Not really. I mean, I did catch up on some household chores (and have time to do more) like washing the bedding in the Bat's room and cleaning of my room etc. But I didn't go to Macy's (though I did pick up nail polish at Target). Oh, and I've been reading (both for fun and work documents in preparation for a day long meeting tomorrow). Whatever, who cares what I said I was going to do, let's jump into what I did do, shall we.
On Saturday, I moved some plants around in my back garden (that I share with TIM, our brain damaged neighbor) so that I could add some new ones the Bat brought me from work. Then, because I've been dying to do this, I asked the Bat if we could make some bird houses because I'd never had the opportunity to take a wood shop class in school. And bless his little heart, he said OK! So he did the sawing of wood on the one saw that is dangerous and I did some other sawing. He helped more than I would have liked but it was either that or have him get really frustrated and yelly. I measured wood, sawed it, measured other wood, sawed it, repeat, and then went into the garage. This is where I used a little air pressure powered staple gun to staple it all together (oh, I also drilled holes in. The Bat did the first one after I damn near slit my wrist and then we decided I should drill the holes before assembly and to do so by standing on the wood on the grass). Anyhow, the Bat came up with fun little rooftops for them and there they are, at the top of this post, in all their hideous glory. Well, the yellowish one is now red washed and the roofs of the other two are also red washed. My favorite is the white washed one on the left. I need to get some dowel rods to give the birds a damned perch but I'm happy with what I have at the moment. The Bat even made me a bird feeder to try and lure some birdies in.
After my adventures in wood shop, I made another bottle garden using some more of the flowers the Bat brought home (because he is insane and keeps making me save bottles even though my gardens are not flourishing.) Oh, and I helped white wash the part of the greenhouse that faces out into the backyard so that it looks a bit nicer for next week's party. I was a bit bloody and covered in paint so when I ran to Home Depot to get red pain for the red wash, I was the only mother fucker who looked like she'd been working. Side note: you cannot just ask for a small can of red paint. No, you have to go and pick out a fucking color and then have them mix it up because bitches are difficult and particular. I just chose the first one I saw. Cranberry Zing. It's fucking red, OK?
That was Saturday. Yesterday, Sunday, I went with the Bat, his cousin, and Monkey and one of her friends to super east Texas. The Bat's friend got into the truck with us (the girls were out to go look at the little children), the cousin and I sat in back, and we did a little tour of the property, including getting a bit stuck some mud at one point (so I got muddy). Then we got down to work. The Bat and his friend chain sawed some wood and then the cousin and I hauled the scrub branches into a pile. When that was finished, the Bat's friend poured gasoline over the pile and the Bat lit it on fire and there was a great big WHOOSH that startled me. The Bat lost some leg hair but no one was injured. Work done, we set things up for a bit of shooting, using a 22 mm rifle for everyone but me (because I suck at sighting those), a 22 gauge shot gun, and the cousin's 9mm Glock. The girls both tried the shotgun (Monkey HAD to because the Bat wanted her to get used to it as it is her gun) but were too afraid to try the Glock. This was the first time in at least a year and a half that I've been shooting and the first time ever that I shot outside. It was really fun, albeit it loud. I was a little nervous about the shotgun because I'd never fired one before and was worried about the shoulder kick back, but it was actually pretty fun and I think I shot it three times. It was loud but, surprisingly, shooting the Glock is what made my hearing get muffled for awhile. But it was fun and it felt good to shoot again, even though I knew I wasn't hitting my target, save for when using the shotgun.
Afterwards, we headed home, stopping at Jack in the Box for lunch (I mention this only because it was the first time I'd ever been there) and then got home and just chilled. The girls went to the lake while the grown ups went and chilled in the greenhouse with some beer. We then proceeded to taser one another. Yes, that's right, we tasered one another with a taser. Because that is the weird shit you do when you live where I do. Cousin tased me twice, when the girls came back they each tased me once a piece, and the Bat tased me a number of times, mostly so we could get it on video so I could post it on Facebook, to the horror of my mother, who thinks I should take up yoga or meditation if I want to live life and try new things (which was the reason I gave for doing this.) What does it feel like? Honestly, it feels like you are being bitten. But the weirdest part is that your muscles involuntarily move to make your arm go away from the taser (we only did arms, save for the one time the Bat did my thigh through my jeans). That's why I did it so many times, because of the weird sensation. Oh, and we all (the grown ups) did it on our wrists because it was super weird to have our fingers curl up on their own.
So there you have it. That is what I did with my weekend. Today, I have a lot of work reading to do and TIM is going to come over to do some weeding for me. I have a feeling it will be the least fun day of the weekend but that's fine because my arms are killing me. Hope everyone else enjoyed themselves and yes, that they remembered to take a moment to be grateful to the fallen who served to protect the freedom of our country and to try and free people in other countries.