Productive day off with THE BOY

I was delighted (do I even use that word?!?) to open the slider today and feel WARM AIR gush in.  WARM AIR in MICHIGAN in MAY!  Yay. 

Porter and I threw on some clothes and headed outside.  I got to use our new handy dandy pooper scooper to pick up dog logs in our now people and dog combined yard.  See, we used to have a dog yard and a people yard.  But since the circus came to town our new neighbors moved in across the road, we are now fencing in the front part of our yard along the road so we don’t have to see this…
*faces have been burned in to protect their identity
(Sorry guys… hubby made me take the picture off. There he goes… thinkin he’s layin down the law again HAHA!)

Yes, thats right.  I don’t recall talking complaining about it on here, but last week I was whining that our new neighbors got a puppy.  Why would I complain about this, you ask?  Well, they don’t have a back yard (they have a big pole barn) and their front/side yard is not fenced in.  Meaning, that little puppy would soon find its independence and venture to our yard to irritate our dogs along the fence.  That or it’d end up tied up in the front yard barking all fricking day. 

Well imagine my delight (OMG that word again!) when I realized there were THREE puppies over there.  I guess all my whining paid off because now they are putting up CHICKEN WIRE FENCE around their ghetto deck in their FRONT YARD.  How fricking trashy is that?  Give me a break. The couple that lived there before at least kept things nice.  It
didn’t make living across the road from a modular that bad (which I hate- no offense to those who live in one, but I don’t care for them at all).  But now,
now that we have ghetto-billies (thats what Ryan’s dubbed them) living
there, they’re totally making it a trailer-trash neighborhood. They keep their yard and driveway looking like trash.. no landscaping,
crap all over their front deck (see the metal coffee can sitting on
their table… whats that for?). Ugh.  They seem to be nice people, the guy with the blacked out face always tries to talk to me when I’m out in the yard with Porter, but just PLEASE try to keep some standards with your yard and house!!

Did I tell you about the time Ryan went to pick up a few branches by the road at the end of the driveway, and the lady was getting her mail… she says to Ryan "Ya wanna buy a flashlight?  I have one of those heavy duty ones… bright son ofa bitch, I’ll sell it to ya fer $30".  WHO tries to sell their neighbor a flashlight from the mailbox??? Ry said those hillbilly teeth were probably molded from her mouth. 

So anyway, we had to take down part of the dog fence because in January we had a huge tree fall in the side yard and damage the fence.  So, we took out that part and are just going to combine the yards.  We want Porter and the dogs to start playing together and "bonding" so what better way than to allow all of us to share a yard. 

Well… back to my day.  My warm, nice day in May.

I picked up dog logs and then decided that the old-dog-yard part of our yard could use a mowing.  Porter and I hopped on the new rider (Ryan’s dads… we bought it from him.  The sucker is harder than HELL to steer..hmm maybe why he bought a new one?) and mowed the back yard.  Then we spent some time watering flowers, splitting up a hosta to fill in a spot in the landscaping where one hosta didn’t return this summer, and finally we had lunch on the deck. 

Porter is such a daredevil I tell ya!  He was all over the yard today.  Eating rocks, splashing in the mud from watering plants, climbing up on the mower, sweeping the back patio, climbing up in the chairs, trying to jump on the table.  Yes, trying to jump from the chair to the table.  Crazy child.

Look at his dirty bashed up face.  Last weekend he fell off the steps and hit his face on a rock in the landscaping, thats where those scabs between his eyes came from.  His messy strawberry and dirt stained mouth, snotty runny nose.  Ahh.  I love me a messy kid.