This weekend

Last weekend was my families Fathers Day celebration as well as my mother’s birthday, so Jason and I went to Boone to be with everyone.
I got the call from Jason about 1pm on Friday telling me that his father had changed his mind and didn’t want him to take the car for the weekend (mine is broken and I think we have decided not to get an additional one- for now).
Jason realized that this was his father’s choice since it was his car – but was upset that he waited until Friday to tell him this. Mom hasn’t been that fond of Jason until recently and he didn’t really want to have to tell her that her daughter wasn’t going to be able to go to her birthday party, so he decided that now was the time to buy a new car.
Off to the dealerships!
Jason and I haven’t really agreed on what type of car we wanted to buy – he wanted an XTerra SUV. I wanted a nice reasonable sedan with good gas mileage. Back and forth it went. He could use the SUV for work (firefighter) – I didn’t want to pay upkeep or gas, plus I just think it’s stupid to own one when we don’t go rough terraining it and we live in the city in a state that gets one snow storm a year, tops.
We ended up getting a 2001 Nissan Altima, smoky grey in color 4 door with 37000 miles on it.
I like it- and it’s not even one of the cars we agreed on! Even nicer is that we paid under the Nada value on it.

When we woke up on Saturday we hung out with Nana a bit while I made some breakfast for Jason and me.
Mom- Dad. (well mostly Dad since he is the grocery shopper) You have nothing nice to eat in your cupboards!
Lots of food… but nasty organic cereals, with bulger wheat. The other food is nice food that makes me feel if I eat it I will get into trouble because it was supposed to be for dinner some night.
Anyway…
Megan arrived about 10am to start work on the retaining wall that Mom asked us to build for her b-day present. Unfortunately she did not bring her bundle of cuteness because it was Daddy-Daughter day implemented by Megan to save her daughters life.
Dad gave us instructions on what he wanted us to do and then left to treat one of his patients. Mom came out and gave us her instructions on what she wanted us to do and then asked us to go to the farmers market with her.
Mixed signals.
We decided that we could go to the farmers market until 11am and then we would rush back and work really hard so that we would look sweaty and have some work done before Dad came back.
The Boone farmers market is really cute. There was a home schooling family who has a stall whose son is really good at scenic photography plus he is ranked #3 in NC and #11? nationally in some type of skiing that Jason was familiar with and I found boring.
Mom bought us treats from the different food stalls… Yum! Raspberries, little pizza torts, and some wonderful apple turnovers!
Jason had a brief flirtation with the idea of getting a kitten at the Human Society stall- I like cats but kittens just pull people in with their cuddly softness to the point that they forget that kittens grow up to be sullen cats (anyone met/heard about Hobbes?) Plus we were supposed to adopt a bird that day. Ultimately we decided that we would pass on the kitten much to Megan’s disappointment because she wanted to hold it in the car.
We got back in time to complete the portion of the wall that Dad had assigned us and have lunch before beginning to select rocks to cover the dirt that didn’t have plants to keep it from eroding away.
While we were working at laying the rocks I was ragging on Jason to hurry up as he handed rocks up to Megan and I – so he did.
By tossing them at us, ultimately smashing my pinky finger between two rocks.
I said a bad word.
Then I went inside to wash it off and have Nana fit it for me. All she gave me was ice water that made it hurt more.
After Megan and I looked through the first aid supplies at the cabin and deciding that no one should get hurt there we applied New Skin to my finger.
Side Story: (this is a gross story so be warned)
A couple of years ago after I gave Scottie a bath but didn’t let him dry all the way before putting him out in the yard with his collar on. I went back to Charlotte but returned about two weeks later to find that because of my stupidity Scottie had developed nasty oozy sores under his collar where the dampness had festered. (I discovered this by grabbing his collar and getting said ooziness under my finger nails. Ick).
I took him into the bathroom to remove the collar and clean the sores and realized that they would have to be sanitized and kept clean somehow. Same first aid products-same decision.
New Skin.
I got Megan to agree to hold him so that I could apply it to his neck and not get bitten.
My dog is so sweet- I still don’t know how he did it, but he only whimpered once while he sat there in Megan’s arms letting me apply that horrid substance onto patches of raw skin.
The End.
I on the other hand can barely stand to apply it to a small abrasion half the size of a dime.
It hurts and is horrible and I hate it.
Megan patched me up and we finished the wall after applying a “no throwing” rule after Jason nearly pegged Megan as well.
Around this time Josh showed up with Isabella who was loads of help carrying rocks from the trailer bed to the new retaining wall- she will follow her mothers footsteps in demolition.
The retaining wall looks great and makes such a difference to the side of the house- it really finishes off that corner of the yard. It will also help in keeping the dirt from washing down the slope.