When Friday came around, I took a sigh of relief. The sun was out, the house was relatively clean, and we had ZERO plans. The weekend was already looking good and I couldn't wait to do absolutely nothing. As we came home from dinner that evening, we see this in our new neighbors backyard...
(we exit the garage)
Me: What the hell is that? (excuse my french)
My Hubs: Uhhh yeah, that's a deer stand tower....
Me: Are they planning on hunting deer in our backyard?
My hubs: That better come down this week, I don't want that to be the topic of conversation at Christian's birthday party
Me: Maybe they plan on hunting us!
My Hubs: Great, now I have to talk to them.
Me: Maybe we should stop talking, they may be in there.
(we enter our house)
It was up all weekend. Every time I went outside, I felt like potential game. I briskly walked back and forth from the garage watching the tent making sure I didn't see the barrel of a gun slowly poke out. Then again, what was my game plan if it did? Does stop, drop, and roll apply in this situation? We're giving them until Wednesday to take it down...then we'll have to be social and politely ask them about it.
Later that night after kiddo went to bed, my husband decides to watch some documentary on Netflix about wrestling. We've watched a lot of documentaries since Netflix came into our lives. Just so you know, we know the truth behind everything now....EVERYTHING. Seriously though, there is a documentary about everything.
So anyways, he's watching this documentary and all of a sudden he bursts into hardcore laughter. He pauses the movie and hollers at me to come into the living room... "You have to see this!" This is what he wanted me to see...
After he's done laughing, I look at him and say, "Really??"
He looks at me innocently and says, "What?? I thought you would find it funny..."
I say, "Uh huh..." and walk away staring him down with my freshly tweezed eye brows.
For your information, this guys name is Santino Marella - he's a Canadian wrestler...at least that's what Google said.
Last night, Matt was on his phone while we were trying to knock out another DVD of Caprica and saw the news that Osama Bin Laden had been pronounced dead. My first reaction was shock. I was 20 when 9/11 happened and I'm almost 30 now...I began think maybe catching him wasn't possible. He was just THAT good at hiding. My husband is a news junky and there is only so much of it I can take. I'm never one to push my thoughts and beliefs on others because I genuinely believe politics can bring out the ugly side in people. I signed into Facebook this morning preparing myself for varying opinions and thoughts...some are thanking President Obama and our troops, some are thanking former President Bush, some are saying Obama had absolutely nothing to do with Bin Laden's death and how this is all part of his master plan for re-election, and some are neutral and just happy to know he's been "eliminated." Politics aside, my only hope is that the death of this man has brought some sort of peace to those that lost their loved ones in the 9/11 attacks. If I had lost my husband, my son, or anyone else I love in something as horrible as a terrorist attack, I would want retribution as well. I am thankful I have never lost anyone by the hands of another. I am also thankful...so so thankful for our soldiers. These men and women voluntarily choose to protect us and the land in which we reside. How amazing is that?
Sorry to end on such a serious note, but that is how my weekend ended folks :) If it brought you down too much, please refer to Santino Marella aka Unibrow Man.