So this Memorial weekend I decided to do some spring cleaning, but mainly do something about the backyard aka mud hole of a backyard.

Friday I went to the drag racing at RMR which was awesome. I should never be allowed to drive after watching racing and derbys tho. Gave Arthur a ride home from work and talked to them for a bit. Saturday I guess I juss watched movies, took the dog for a walk, went shopping at Wally. The period made me get certain foods and ended up clothes shopping too.

Sunday I cooked food trying to get rid of food I dont necessarily want to eat and then made some chocolate cupcakes. I have never seriously wanted to eat the bowl of cake batter, but the period actually wanted me to do it. It was crazy. I resisted, but the cupcakes themselves are going fast. Eating a whole box of cake by myself. This is why I'm fat.

I was surprised about having the whole three day weekend with no where to go and nothing to do hadn't left me in one of those depression flings like it usually does. But then Monday (Memorial Day) came and I refused to get out of bed til like noon. Even then it was a battle. The temp got up in the 90's today and so going out for a walk with the dog at like noon was not on the to-do list.

So I started cleaning up the backyard. I started cleaning things that haven't been cleaned for a year plus, since I moved in. I thought all the things I should have cleaned when I moved in, I can finally get to it now. Like moping the kitchen floor. I swear it has never been mopped in like a year plus. I dont technically own a mop so I got a dollar one and scrubbed, other than that I've juss been putting the cloth on the floor and moving it around. Ya know, this generations version of cleaning.

So I pulled out my bike and saw the chain is totally rusted. Ugh. What do I do with it now? I recovered the patio furniture I stole from Min fair and square. It wasn't totally destroyed, but a lot of mud. Still mud on the bike, can't really get it off. My welcome mat that had been rained on in the mud for a year is still questionable. My roommate mat she left outside had mold growing under it.... Snails and bugs with many many legs crawled everywhere. This is why I dislike outdoors, yards in particular, hot, sticky, muddy, crawly, slimy bugs, etc.

So if I had a shovel I would have dug up the backyard and leveled it a bit and got it ready for some bricks/stepping stones. And then I went to Lowes and found some bricks I could actually pick up, the bigger ones that would take up more room with less of them were super heavy. So I had to stick with a lot more small ones, but at least I could carry it without killing myself. I had no idea how many I needed. I started with 65 and came back the next day to get 120 more. It was a good deal tho $.33 a piece, can't beat that. $60 and a lot of physical labor is all it takes to cover the mud and save your stuff and make yer yard look better.

A neighbor guy watched me pick up 5 bricks at a time and carry it through the house, drop them in the backyard, over and over like 50 times. The employees at the store watched me stack the bricks loading two carts by myself. The cashier watched me heave two carts out to my car and load my trunk, a few passerby's did also. I did it all by myself. Every ounce of labor was on me. My yard better look damn good after this. After the first 65, I was disappointed how pathetic it looked. After 185 I felt better but it didnt cover all the mud, and I was short by ONE brick. I don't do landscaping! I don't do yards! I don't do grass or mud! Speaking of, grass and oak is x-high the past few days I haven't been able to breath when I woke up the past few days. I think I'm allergic to grass. I gave up on the HOA growing grass in my non-sunlit backyard. Granted I only gave them one year to try... The ended up ripping up all the grass everywhere and laying rolls of grass back down to make it look better. They gave up too I guess.

I am frustrated because the mud that isn't covered is near the fence that is bowed out cuz of the giant tree fighting for the same space, so I can't get the bigger bricks even if I could carry them cuz they wouldn't fit in that space. It'll prolly take another 120 bricks to cover that strip of mud near the fence and I dont think I'm willing to do that again. 185 hurt enough. So I dont know what to do with that uneven strip of mud by the fence. Argh. I think I give up on landscaping for now tho. It'll prolly be all I do this summer anyway. But hey it will at least save some of my stuff from the outdoors this winter. Accomplishment. Need a bigger tarp tho to cover from rain and snow. Mud is taken care of.

So Tues, I went to work, felt like a Monday, felt like I worked out yesterday, which I did. Cleaning and loading 65 bricks on to a cart, into the car, and out to the backyard. 65x3 equals 195. But surprisingly it wasn't my back that hurt. I thought I used my back way too much picking up those bricks. I had to constantly tell myself to use my legs. So that morning when my legs hurt more than my back I was proud. I had walked it off kind of and took the dog for a walk near dark after all that labor.

So that night I decided to go get the 120 more bricks and finish at least that one section of the patio or else it would drive me nuts. I looked at my pathetic 65 bricks like 100 times the night before hoping I'd feel differently each time I looked at it. I had to do something, at least one section of the mud so I'd feel better about myself and my yard. But of course, I remembered the day before so I kinda slowly meandered to the store. I was also waiting for the sun to go down a bit, cuz it was still in the 90's.

So I meandered to the library and browsed when this guy, Brooks, started to hit on me. You know its trouble when they ask if you have a boyfriend. Then he asked if I was married. And then, of course, the question I always get, "uh... how old are you?" Silence, usually, followed by silence. Its fun to make them guess. I finally told him. His reply, "That's not too young" (gee thanks)

I asked his age. He looked upper 30's lower 40's. He kept saying he felt like a perverted old man for asking about me. Needless to say he didn't want to answer the question. He then asked, as if to make a point that he was an old pervert, what was the oldest guy I dated. I said I dated a 39 yr old. He seemed surprised. He's the one judging me now. He said he was older than that tho. He asked how old my parents are and I said like mid 50's and he said he was younger than that.

So somewhere in the 40's this divorced guy with no kids was hitting on me in a public library. And guess what, he's into landscaping business also. Great, juss great. What is it with these older guys in landscaping hitting on younger girls? But I have to say he was cute. I mean I thought Evan was cute too, but yeah. The facial hair, the shorter stature, the blonde, typical guy stuck in his ways, the landscaping career, the ones that like action movies, but say they'll watch chick flicks once in awhile (juss to be with a girl really), all lies.... Yeah it was looking way to similiar to my situation.

Plus I knew my mother would kill me. So between the similiarities of my last relationship and this guy and my mothers death threats and his subconcious telling him he's a craddle robber and an old man pervert I decided we should not give him my number and move on... I do like the older guys. They are more brave and ask girls out in random public places, not like normal/comfortable places like church. He said he was there every Monday if I changed my mind. haha.

But it kinda sucked cuz he seemed like an interesting guy and I found at that moment that I wished I could make friends, like juss meet a guy like that and chat and hang out, and just be friends. But all my life all the friends I've ever had either want to kiss me (guys) or eventually marry and move away (girls). I wish I could say "Lets juss be friends" and ya know, actually have a friendship. I honestly can't say what a 'friendship' is with a guy, cuz I've never really had one. I have guy friends that are married and thats a bit different...but other than that... No single male has been my friend who hasn't wanted/tried to kiss me. Sigh.

A sad lonely life ahead of me.

Mom did say she wanted me to date again....right? She's trying to set me up on blind dates, so this should make her happy right? haha So I thought I'd get a kick out texting her about the latest guy to hit on me. "A 40 yr old something guy asked me out/hit on me, should I give him my number!? You wanted me to date, right! Make up yer mind!" She wasn't impressed. She responded, "If I wanted you to be someones nurse I would have encouraged you to go into nursing."

Well, she does kind of have a point there. But again, maybe at that rate I could have two husbands during my lifetime!

Anyways, after being so old and fat now, juss finishing that relationship, and trying my hand at asking out boys that have rejected me, I was very flattered by hjm hitting on me even tho he complained he was an old pervert the whole time. Actually, every 30+ guy I dated or hit on me has mentioned that... But still, it made me feel good. It made me feel good as I was about to drive myself to the slaughter and pick up 120 bricks like 360 times by myself that evening.