Chirp, Chirp

Things are boring around here again. I don't think I need to inflict my boring life on you "readers." I hear the sound of crickets chirping. Readers? Are there any out there?

That said, here you go:

Sunday my sister-in-law and her husband arrive, with their dog, Wiggy. They're moving to Charlotte, but before they start their new jobs next month, are traveling the country -- one of those things that's easier to do pre-kids! We'll have to figure out something fun to do.

I've been feeling a bit depressed because I've been tired and some days I just run out of ideas of fun things to do with the boys. Just hanging out with other people makes me feel better, but I haven't done that in a few days. I've been trying to garden, but it's hard to do that and keep the boys from digging in the new dirt pile surrounding the really ugly satellite dish we have.

See, we used to have a relatively innocuous satellite dish that was small and dark green, so blended in with the plants around it. Because we have a gigantic maple tree in the line of the satellite dish, it stopped working. Hubby called to cancel our service (we were going to make do with, gasp!, basic cable) and the satellite company sent out a trouble-shooter dead set on making sure they didn't lose us as customers. So, last week, after Hutton's swim lesson, I pull into the driveway to find a guy and a van blocking the driveway. I roll down my window and he tells me he has solved our problem, but hubby had been worried I wouldn't like the solution. I look over to a huge, ugly, two-toned gray thing sticking a foot out into our driveway turn-around area, with a pile of dirt under it. What's not to like? I've been going for more of a redneck theme with my landscaping. Hey, hubby surely can't say no to a couple of goats added to the mix, now!

Yes, I'm still on my goat fixation. I don't need a dairy goat, since I don't like goat's milk. I'll just get a regular old billy goat. Or rather, a less-smelly castrated billy goat. Or a doe. Or both! If I do this, though, we'll need some fencing and a goat shed of some sort. Nothing too hard to get. The boys and I are going out of town in a few weeks, though, so I suppose I shouldn't rush right out and buy some goats, since I doubt Hubby will want to take care of them while we're gone. I will wait until my mother-in-law is here next week to broach the goat subject. She'll understand - she's from the country! I plan to do some heavy hint-dropping, as well, that we need a playsystem. Yes, I'm evil.

OK, I'm making even myself bored.