Getting ready for the weekend.

This last weekend was fun; I spent most of it on the beach. Friday I chatted with Jacks girlfriend the majority of the day and then ran home to cut my grass and what not while the sun wasn’t beaming on my head.
After all that fun I ran to grab a quick shower, so not offend anyone for the rest of the night. We had planned on a cookout and crab boil. Those kinds of parties will keep me forever. Trace played his guitar and I ate what more could you ask for?
Saturday was spent at the beach, its weird the weekend before the 4th and everybody and their mama was out. I hope that same mob is out this weekend.
Jacks is coming home, leaving early Thursday night or Friday morning to hang out and shoot fireworks and eat with me. PG has been anxious to see him and in fact that’s all he’s talked about is seeing Jacks. I wonder what plans he’s made for him. I need him to help on the Jacuzzi some time in the near future. He’s happy so we are happy, besides he said something about a mini-mester class on top of his summer courses he wanted to get into.
Lori won’t be home she’s still in camp and will be returning the weekend after, only to run back out in a church group retreat for another week. Mom has gone to the gulf to be with Pops, which means no drama on the home front! I don’t get her running after him and plan on a good long blog about this sometime in the near future.
I have already bought a truck load of fireworks and food and liquid refreshments for the Friday night and Saturday celebrations.
I don’t plan on working too hard this week, it’s a skeleton crew here, a lot wanted off for the whole week or parts of it. I said “yes” to everyone’s request so that leaves me to man all the stations.

Hotter than the sun

Today could be about as hot as the sun, working outside. I feel for those that work on rooftops and roads; laying that asphalt has to be one of the hottest jobs around. The city has been doing a lot of paving at night or after five pm here.
I’ve been out some today and thought melting in my clothes was an option. Maybe later on this afternoon the summer showers will pop up and make everything nice and muggy. That’s always a pleasure having mud or grass stuck to your neck. When I do go home at night I grab the hose pipe and rinse off before going in the house. So I don’t scum up the place upon entering.
We are thinking the cuties (twins) will be here soon enough, well not soon enough for me. I want to pinch their cheeks and have them make pouty faces.
Jacks is in baby mode as well, he bought over 150 bucks worth of baby items in the last two days, of course he has a baby shower in his office to prepare for as well. He said the lady at the register looked at him like he was crazy when he walked up with onesies and bibs and caps and lotions and wipes and socks and few other assortments of baby items. His buggy was nearly full, he smiled at her and said “Kids, they need so much!” I told him he successfully made her think you have brats now.
I guess that’s where this blog is leading today, what people think or how they think. Jess and I had an in-depth conversation about how some people are nutcases and how to interact with them. I suggested my PGs method of “If you want to get rid of a stray, don’t feed it.” Sounds pretty natural to me, some people are so unhappy with their lives they have to have some drama floating about them. As if it gives them meaning in life.
Luke used to date this one girl that would start a fight mid week with him just to make things spicy and then “makeup” with him on the weekend. I asked him how he could deal with it and he would say “Oh Wednesdays and Thursdays were hell but wow I loved the weekends!” I guess so.
But why, what makes a person “Happy” in seeing someone having to deal with your turmoil?

*side note* Rest well Farrah, you will be missed. Cancer is a bitch.

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What makes you “burnt out”? I never can get that in my head, you are moving along in Life’s path and it hits you -- the burn outs. Is it that we are like every other average American that we over indulge ourselves and want to throw in the towel?
I feel that we are in a gluttonous state of being as it is; then get ourselves neck deep into either debt or a project or anything else and feel that our only excuse is we are burnt out. That’s just an easy way of quitting; a solid excuse like many of the phobias that prevents you from accomplishing a task.
Maybe its boredom and we can’t make it interesting to us anymore. Or laziness or just totally frustrated; that the best way is to walk away. It could be a good case of being overwhelmed or just don’t give a damn about anything or anyone else but ourselves.
I’ve seen it used on relationships when it gets too deep and you don’t know how to cope. The constant fights and battles over and every day existence just becomes too much. Here is where it’s easy to say “we need a break from each other”
It happens at work, letting your job pile up work on you or giving into the demands of your tyrant boss or coworkers and you wont stick up for yourself. This line works: “I just need some time off to regroup”.
I do it too, many times I want to get up and walk away, especially when something or someone pisses me off or disappoints me constantly. I’ve let work sit and pile up when I know just getting it done and over with would make me a happier person.
Is this a sign of weakness that we want to walk away and collect our thoughts? Maybe not if it’s done in the proper manner, just don’t throw a hissy fit and storm out but explain yourself to the parties’ involved
Some do it as a cry for help, “if I give up and announce that I am, maybe someone will acknowledge me”.
Where’s this all coming from? I’m not sure maybe the 3 hour phone conversation I had yesterday or maybe just me thinking too much. Did I have the right answers, that I'm not so sure --- I needed a break.

Short but interesting…..

This week seems to have flown by for me; I’ve had so much work going on in different directions. I love it!
The country club project is coming right along; in fact I’m scouting out another one to try. There are a few around here in need of repair and if it keeps us rolling then we are eager to give it a go. The city has been doing some road widening here and there and of course we have to come right behind them and pretty it up.
Lori is having a great time at camp; she’s fallen in love with one of the camp counselors. “Oh Mark he has the biggest brown eyes” oh great. I asked her if she learned anything or made more friends but all she wanted to do was talk about him. I swear she gets overheated about guys at 10 I’m worried when she hits her teens.
Mom is packing up for an extended trip to see Pops in the gulf. Well, as long as it keeps him down there then all is well with the world. That means I can spend some time at the house and when I want tromp on out to the beach for some relaxation I can.
Jacks says he will be issued some free time soon since Jess will be going on a trip with her parents for a couple of weeks, I say perfect! He can come here and help me out on a few odd jobs and chill out as well. Trace and Michelle have been dying to have him over to show their culinary skills and movie showing talents as of late. I say he needs a good long break – long as in more than one night; he has some “pushies” in his life as well.
Luke and Julie are on the cusp of having the babies, the doctors said near the first of July if not then, its going to be induced. Their new house is rolling along but won’t be completed until mid September if they are lucky. They shouldn’t have built a huge ass compound of a house, but of course they didn’t expect two kids on this round either.
My G called early this morning hinting about the new Jacuzzi for Mom. I guess while Mom is away and I’m at the house I could put that in, also if Jacks were here he can help! She gave me the story about how she had a hard time walking in the mall the other day and having the AC on in the house hurts her knees.
The weekend is here! No!! I'm not going on a Miley Cyrus hunt this weekend but Kelly Preston... humm.

Pushies

I really don’t care for pushy people, I was born and raised in the south; we aren’t really the pushy type. All laid back and easy going, don’t get me wrong that doesn’t mean we are lazy, just not intrusive to other people’s lives.
This week I had someone come into my “life” that was more so the take over type. That to me is annoying, everything is going smoothly here. I don’t need anyone else’s involvement in my direction.
The “I will be coming over to help you on this” or the “Get ready for me to do...” Nah, not for me, if I want you to come over and help, you will get the green light. If I asked for help; there again, you would get the green light – from me.
Telling me that this is how it is going to be really pisses me off.
A cousin has been going to school a while longer and a few years older than I just graduated from college earning his degree in horticulture and some plant sciences. Great, bully for you – start your own business.
So this dinkus now feels that they can just barge into my “play house” and take over, I say no way and in so many words this is how I talk this morning went:
First off I’m not looking into a partner, I had one before that didn’t work out too well. In fact, I don’t know exactly what that guy is doing now.
Second, don’t assume that “since we are family” that it’s ok to move in on my projects and take over. I’ve worked hard where I am now and have a sorted plan on where I want to go. I like how they way it is thank you very much.
Then I get the whine of “you don’t want to help family out” and “you don’t care about me” spiel. Ok there’s where my comment of “oh grow up and get a real life” came in; using a pity ploy or a guilt trip doesn’t work on me, I will just ignore the remarks and continue on with what I am doing, do it enough and the rudeness will begin to spew out and it will get ugly.
I really don’t understand people that assume you want them to take over your life. It blows my mind in so many ways.
Now this person will probably pout at me for months and not talk to me like some 8 year old not getting their way. So be it.

Small check in

This week has been monster busy for me. We have been working round the clock, so to speak, at the country club. The tennis courts have different colors in them, the paths to and from are lined with new greenery and handicapped enabled. The biggest area we had was not only the pool but the commons area where everyone sat, to have snacks and lunch. New plant boxes and concrete treatments a million new plants and watering system through out the whole spot. In maybe three more weeks or less it should be completed. I hope to use this as an example to other country clubs maybe on a larger scale.
I did manage to squeeze in talk time with Amy and my brothers. Amy is trying her best to get a week off from one of her many jobs. I love her but I say it won’t happen; she will cave when someone calls in because their child got a bee sting or tummy ache.
Luke was all about being excited on the new house; they have the exterior walls up now Kyle calls them bones. He’s been ripping and romping around the new build “Helping” the guys with nails and small tools. I may send him a tool belt and hard hat. They had a slight scare/excitement this week with Julie and the babies when she thought she may have gone into labor. It was nothing more than a few pains and over with.
Lori is loving camp right now; she is all about singing and crafts and loves the idea that boys are allowed to be doing projects with them. I told her to write me often so I can giggle at what is going on over there – really to keep an eye out.
Jacks was home the majority of the day yesterday, he had an exam and of course blew that right out of the water. He said the night before he had about an hour sleep so he chose not to come into work and rest his head a bit. If I had an IQ running around in the 180s I don’t think my head would need resting. “Ring, ring Jacks – PARS is calling”.
Tonight I plan on going out with the guys and shooting some pool and a few jabs at darts. I guess my Friday night plans don’t change much? Never the less it’s too muggy out at night to stand on the pier.
Saturday will be a long game of golf and some of my own yard work. It’s a shame that I have to do my own yard. I wonder if people that clean others house clean their own, or those that baby sit kids want kids of their own.

Where are they?

Everyone in the office is talking about going and seeing movie this weekend. Sounds like some fun to me, but I want to know why or where all the drive in theaters have gone?
I can remember being 7 or 8 Mom telling us to go get our PJs on after dinner and me thinking “Crap what I did I do?” I just knew Jacks pulled something and got us into trouble.
They wanted to go see a drive in movie, what freaking fun that was to be in the truck piled up with pillows and blankets and our Pops making mini runs to the concession stand.
Where did they go? Where they that unprofitable?
Right now they have “Bands in the Park” where Jacks lives they have “Movie on the Mountain” that sounds interesting to me. Drive up on top of a mountain and they play old movies on some huge wall. The bands in the park stop as soon as the sun goes down, and they aren’t those hard rock band its all easy listening (Yes, I like to chill to a little easy listening music). That way I can talk and enjoy the tunes too.
Lori doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. She’s spoiled with the upper level theaters where you go sit in heavily padded rocking chairs and order your food and have it brought to you. What fun is that? Where are the mosquito bites? The snooping into other peoples cars? The play ground under the screen?!!
Oh well, I guess the upper level moving showings aren’t that bad…. Now to pick the movie.

Another Monday

This weekend was extra nice; I didn’t work on one single office project, only some hot weather fun, mostly on the beach.
Lori is packed and gone for summer camp and will be out of everyone’s hair for the next three weeks. I’m sure Mom is going to miss her but I think she plans on going to the Gulf to see Pops for a few days and she said something about checking in on Jacks.
Luke and I talked a little today, his house is finally getting the frame work up, and it will soon look like a house. He said Kyle really didn’t get the whole “moving” and wants to make sure his toys are coming along; also he mentioned it might be a good idea to have a roof since it rains.
PG and I ate like two little piggies all Sunday and then worked on a fence row the rest of the day. A couple of weeks ago he had his yearly physical and the Doctor noticed a erratic rhythm to in his heartbeat so for a few days they hooked him up to a monitor and watched him. I haven’t heard the results yet from that test but I like to make sure he doesn’t strain himself much while working.
That night he and I flew the remote control helicopters he bought last summer. That’s a really nice stress breaker, unless you hit the barn or G.
I came home to my cell phone with over 10 phone calls missed by Amy and a few other people. There was nothing urgent going on, so no worries there. I really tire of listening to messages on that thing. It’s the same lines over and over again.
Today the office is dead, two of the girls are on vacation for a few days and one is out sick with her kid. So that leaves Cari and I to do whatever we please and we darn well have.
Jacks wanted me to look at some numbers for him, just for the fun of it I made charts as well. Never ask me to do something when I’m bored, I go way overboard doing it. He is proud of his little business and is always trying to think of something new.
Let's see what trouble I can get into this week.