A lovely (windy) Saturday, and we accomplished things!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

I was up before the alarm went off this morning, which I suppose was a good thing.  It meant that I slept very well!
I got up and did my weigh-in for my Biggest Loser contest, but I was the biggest Gainer this week, I think!  UGH!  According to the Wii, I have gained over 3 pounds since last Saturday!  Terrible!  And I exercised and everything this week, too.  Blah, blah, blah.
I was so ready to go to the Plant Auction and forget all about this weigh-in!  I knew what I wanted at the Plant Auction - columbine, tulips, and lilac trees - and about how much I wanted (needed) to spend - twenty bucks - and have been looking forward to going.  I didn't get to go last year because of the heart attack, and then this winter has been too long!  I ended up getting four columbine plants (one as a door prize), two lilac trees, and a forsythia bush.  They didn't have any tulips, though.  I think this long, hard winter did a number on the tulips around here, I really do.  I wasn't expecting a forsythia bush - I haven't seen one of those over there for many years, if ever, and we've been looking for one ever since the one out by the rock in our front yard bit the big one.  Our yard has looked lopsided ever since, and now maybe we can have twins again!
Corgan helped me plant the columbine (and oh, man, do I have to clear out some buttercups from in front of them!) and he helped Ron plant the forsythia, and then helped me tie up the branches.  He was a fantastic help!  I am getting another lilac from a friend tomorrow, so Ron and I will plant those tomorrow.

After the Plant Auction, my friends and I went to the FeedMill in Felicity to have lunch.  I chose to have salmon patties, with mashed potatoes and green beans as my sides.  I didn't get any gravy, or butter, on my potatoes, and just 'dunked' pieces of the salmon in the potatoes to eat them.  They were oh, so good!  I don't know what the fellers had back at home (come to find out later - nothing...sigh), but I had a great time!

Back home, as stated before, we planted things, then I played on the pute a bit while Ron mowed.  Then Corgan talked us into riding our bikes down Hoover Road.  He really liked the surprise we had waiting for him - a 'new' bike for him here!  He just couldn't wait to ride it, and of course we had to go with him, nothing less than that would do.  He was champing (chomping? - old argument) at the bit by the time Ron was finished!  We did our ride, and I managed to ride 3/4 of a mile - round trip a mile and a half - and was pretty proud of myself.  The guys rode all the way to the end of the road - a mile - for a two-mile round trip.  My heart was beating pretty hard, though, and I didn't think I should push it.  It wasn't thumping, just beating pretty hard, but I've turned into a chickenshit.

When we got home, Ron piddled around out in the garage some more, putting away everything after doing his front brakes today and I got back on the pute, then the guys came in, and we all played some Wii.  First bowling, then mini-golf.  Corgan won the bowling, I won the easy golf games, Ron won the medium golf games, and I won the hard golf games.  We had fun!  Somewhere along in there, I had a sugar low and drank some slugs of my orange juice, then I ate a peanut butter & orange marmalade sandwich for my supper between the medium and hard golf games.  Corgan had Ramen noodles, and Ron had.....I don't know, or rather, I don't remember.

Then we went outside to light a fire in the firepit.  Even though it's supposedly 60-some degrees outside, it's still windier than all get-out, and chilly!  Downright cold, if you ask me, but no one ever does.  I'm more tired of the wind than the temperature over the last seven or so months, I think.  No matter how cold (or warm) it was - or is now - the wind just plays hell with everything.  It was nice sitting out by the fire, though, and Corgan gets such a thrill out of being the firetender, you can't help but smile (inside) at him.
We munched on dry roasted peanuts as we sat by the fire, and Corgan would "light a torch" - also known as sticking a stick in the fire - then blow the flame out, then he'd hold a peanut in the smoke and told us that he was 'smoking' a peanut.  He is so funny!  He did this probably ten times or more.

We came in, and I made - yes, made! - Corgan take a shower.  The boy had been outside in the garage, in the dirt, in the fire, all day and I thought it was most probably a good idea.  He didn't, but I held firm on this one, and I won the battle.  I may not win the war, but I won this battle and he took a shower, and I am trusting he washed everything.  Possibly more fool me, but....oh, well.  At least he went in there and came out wet.
We've been watching TV ever since coming back in, and I've been on the pute, but I'm about to call it a night.  These long days are really getting to me!  I want normal!

I put my food and exercise into MFP, and I am 372 calories short for the day!  I thought about having a snack, but then didn't because it was already after 10.  It sure sounds good, though......

I sure am glad Sunday is a day of rest.