Warning: I am writing this in the middle of the night as I wait for my codeine to kick in. In fact, I think it just did. As I sit, I don't feel the affects, but standing is like some drunken version of seeing. So, bring on the dizzy! Therefore, I take no responsibility for any spelling errors or completely absurd comments. Oh and being focused and coherent is not necessarily at the top of my list. Think of it like Jan's old drunk blogs, but this would be more like a drug blog.

Yesterday morning, I had my 4 wisdom teeth pulled, so this is the reason for the meds and the slowing down. Of course, on Thursday, I prepared for this weekend like I was going to have a baby! I cooked and cleaned and did laundry... I even mowed the lawn and got some mulch from the City of Plymouth. BTW: mulch does not last very long. My goodness, it hardly covered one of my gardens and I had 6 bags. Looks like I need to go get some more.

that's a funny story...

So, I found out that I can get free mulch through the City of Plymouth at their yard-waste center. Unfortunately their hours are bunk and you have to get it yourself. It's not the pretty type, nor is it dyed, but it's mulch. Considering the fact that I have 6 gardens to mulch, free is a fantastic price and I don't really care if it looks fabulous. Hopefully the mulch will not be the eye catcher, just the flowers/plants. I have not mulched in the last several years and now there are some gardens that have the fabric peaking through. Therefore, I needed SOMETHING.

I put Bella, Sophia and Jack in the car with a shovel and a bunch of garbage bags. As I pulled up to the site, there was a line and I worried that I wouldn't get any (as I had never been there before). Then, I saw the piles... there was PLENTY!

They had compost which was gorgeous and super smelly. I took two bags of that and then got 6 bags of mulch. I had Bella get out of the car, much to the protest of Sophia and Jack who REALLY wanted to be out of the car. I had parked right next to the piles and was simply shovelling it into the bags, then plopping these bags in the trunk or back seats. Here I was, trying to fill these bags with Bella holding them open and all the other people had pickup trucks with tarps. They were simply pulling up and hopping off with pitch forks to fling their mulch from the top of the pile. I looked like a total weirdo. Alas, it was much easier to handle once I got home as I didn't have to shovel it out of the trunk into a wheelbarrow. I simply took the bags to the random locations around my yard. So, whatever, I still got mine :)

k maybe that wasn't very funny... but I felt like a dork... and now I have to go back.

I'm uncertain whether this blog will turn into anything coherent at this point, so I might as well stop. I do have enough meals cooked/prepared for the rest of the weekend so I'm planning on resting and relaxing. I will worry about the gardens next week.

Dude... I'm so scattered right now!

I asked the doc if anyone had said anything weird to her while they were under the anesthesia (right as she gave me mine). She smiled and said: "I had one guy say I had pretty eyes and there was another who was adamant that he hated Coldplay." I hope I didn't say anything weird. Regardless, I don't really remember it, so it doesn't matter. Of course, having my mouth open during the procedure pretty much makes it impossible to talk to the doctor. BTW: Why DO dentists ask you questions while they are in your mouth? It's not like you can respond!

Well have a good night/day... whatever it is now.