3:34 pmBobcat
Yesterday I did two things: I made plans with my sweet (and adorably prego) friend, Heidi, for a girls’ night out, and I called our old builder to reserve his “bobcat” for the weekend… because we’ve been moved in here since October and our yard is still a freakin dirt mound. Jon had decided to take off work Friday for some serious yard work and we needed a bobcat. So I got the bobcat all scheduled and it was to be delivered here this morning. But our builder said that there was a slight chance that he’d be able to get it delivered that evening (last night). Telling Jon this, he said to me, “Well, if the bobcat gets here tonight, I won’t be able to watch the kids for you to go out.” I was a little ticked off cuz it had been a couple weeks since my last no-children-night-out. But I figured that the chance was very slim that the bobcat would actually be delivered early, so I dropped it with a “well, we’ll see what happens”. Heidi and I were going to see Harry Potter (finally) which started at 7 sharp. At 6:30, it was looking good –no bobcat– and I grabbed my purse and keys and headed down the hall to the garage. As I put the garage door up, behold: the bobcat was being delivered to our front yard. *Crap!* Jon walked out the front door as I walked out through the open garage. He yelled to me, “Yeah, I thought it might not work out for you tonight.” I plugged my ears and gave the old “La La La, I can’t hear you! Bye! Smooches for everyone!” and drove away as quickly as I could.
Harry Potter was great. My evening was relaxing and peaceful (except for the parts when I jumped ‘cuz I was scared for Harry’s well-being). There were no screaming, fighting, whining children to speak of, and I ate my weight in licorice and chocolate. It was lovely. When I got home the children were alive, nothing horrible had happened, and the bobcat was parked in the backyard, meaning that Jon had figured out how to start it and drive it forward. Everything was peachy.
This morning at 6:45, big piles of top soil were delivered and the work had to actually begin. I had my night of rest and rejuvenation. Now it was time to work, people.
Here is me working:
Yes sir, that is me driving a bobcat. Didn’t know I could operate one? Neither did I, but it turns out that I ROCK AT IT! I even figured out how to dump a pile and then go back over it and smooth it out with the bottom of the bucket. And please note: our fence in the background is still standing. Not plowed over. Because, like I said, I ROCK AT THE BOBCAT! When the dirt was gone, I wanted more dirt to move around. I want one! Like a toy. I could put the kids in the bucket and go to Target. Anyway, enough about how sweet the bobcat is and how sweet I am at operating it… The really big news is that our yard may actually be finished soon. In, like, a week, if we haul A. I think we can get it done really quickly if I can put the shrubs and stuff in the bobcat and haul it around to the back yard. Things go a lot faster when you do them with a bobcat…
(did I mention I want one? To keep!!)
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Girl power! I love women doing things that men usually do, and doing them well. My mohawk having pal Julia builds and breaks down stages for a living, when she’s not being a nude artist model or doing roller derby. I also have a beautiful, pre-raphaelite looking friend named Genevieve who is a brick layer on the side. Heck, I’m dock worker among other things (sometimes the truck drivers look scared when they see our unload crew). You go girl.
I was wondering, how different is the growing environment there from the mid-atlantic? Has nothing started growing in your yard on its own, like weeds, before y’all started landscaping? Is it more arid there? Are the plants that grow there very different?
Comment by kerri — August 11, 2007 @ 4:05 am
Found your blog through Bad Mom. Funny stuff. Love seeing a woman driving a Bobcat, coffee came out of my nose with the kids in the bucket to Target bit. Girl power!
Comment by Kate — August 11, 2007 @ 11:49 am
I’ve been busting my hump in the yard this weekend, too. I don’t have a Bobcat, though. I almost took off an arm with garden shears, so I don’t think I’ll ever get to operate a Bobcat. I’ll have to live vicariously through you. It looks freaking awesome!
Comment by Leslie — August 11, 2007 @ 8:35 pm
I AM JEALOUS!! Our yard looks like poo! I can’t wait to drive a bobcat through it!
Comment by Sam — August 12, 2007 @ 7:32 pm