Oh . . . childhood . . .

Today we went to my parents when the kids got out of school and . . . well, just read the stories.
1st story:
Bryan and my brother are *training*. Both of them are out of shape and they hate it! So they are meeting together a couple of times during the week to run ( work on cardio) and to do some mma (mixed martial arts) . Today was the first day to *train*, after their run my brother's face was so red he looked like a lobster. lol He said he was so disappointed with himself on his cardio. I chuckled and teased him doing what sisters should do to their brothers and as usual ate my words. After dinner *we had a fish fry with all the fish the kids and papa caught back in the pond * we decided to take the kids for a walk, our three and my brother's two. Imagine children at the ages of 9, 7, 6, 5, & 4 - all boys. You would think that being on an old country chip and seal road you would feel safer, on the contrary, it'll scare the piss out of you. People fly down those roads. The little ones scared me soooo much. We walked some and jogged some. The entire trip was a mile. OMG I'm use to walking distance but not running - my knees, my ankles, my toes even hurt. I should of never teased Mark. I think I'll have to start *training* with them too. I knew that I was over weight but I didn't think I was that out of shape. lol The most amazing part of the *run* was that our youngest son Asher(4) ran a half mile without stopping and he still wasn't tired. Bryan made him run around the house a couple of times and the only reason he went inside was that the mosquitos were bad. Oh . . . . to be a child again!

2nd story:
When I was about 9-10 years old, me, my brother, and my cousins were back in the woods at the pond picking up mowed grass. Instead of letting it lie there, we would have to rake it up and put it in the lawn mower wagon and take it up to our house and put it on the mulch pile. It took the five of us all day to do this. In the future we just figured out not to set the blade length of the lawn mower that short. lol Anyway, I was driving the lawn mower and my cousin Teresa was sitting on the seat with me and as usual I was talking . . . . and . . . . .looking at Teresa . . . and not where I was going and . . . just happened to drive the lawn mower right into the pond. Yeah I know LOL LOL LOL LOL funny! I didn't realize we were even in the pond until Teresa screamed and my feet were wet. Anyway my dad razzed me really hard. A normal 'mulch' rotation of us going back to our house took about 45 min. Three and half hours later we showed up at our house with a CLEAN lawn mower. *we had my cousins go to their house to get their tractor and they pulled out the lawn mower and then we went to their house with the lawn mower and cleaned off all the muck* Little did any of us know that my dad was at our house and had realized that it had been way too long since we had been home and he got out the binoculars and watched the whole thing from our back patio. When I got home I was sooooo scared to tell my dad what had happened. I got the courage up and said, "Dad, I need to talk to you." and he replied, "Tell me anything Sara except that you drove the lawn mower into the pond." I could of died, I started to stutter and panic when my brother and dad started laughing at me. I've been ridiculed and made fun of ever since. THEN TODAY HAPPENED: My dad was back at the pond mowing and guess what - HE GOT STUCK ! ! ! The edges of the pond are starting to erode a little bit and with the rain we've gotten latley the ground is really soft. He got to close to the edge and the ground just sunk. I know he didn't actually drive the lawn mower into the pond but it was close enough for me. I finally got to STICK IT TO THE MAN! LOL As soon as he saw me he had to beat me to the punch. It was fun to raz him though and fun thinking of good childhood memories.