Thursday, October 25, 2012

Turning it Around

Well, this week I had the opportunity to witness first hand pure genius.  Mama Bear turned a bad situation around, making it an awesome opportunity!

What happened?

Nothing too bad really when you think about it.  Our neighbor cut down our favorite tree. No, he had no right to do it, but things like this happen. I assumed it was on our property, and, therefore, my tree, and he thought it was on his property, so he was in his rights to cut it down.

Turns out that it straddled the line, but that doesn't really matter since he cut it down before I even knew what was going on.  Yes, it really pissed me off because now instead of having an awesome tree with multiple bird nests in it to look at when the boys and I are outside all I see is an ugly apartment building.


What a bummer!   Well, after I contacted the landlord, telling him how displeased I was I sat around and pined for my tree when I could have viewed it as an opportunity to enhance our landscaping by taking advantage of the fall sales on plants.

Luckily, this hadn't escaped my wife.

Yes, she was angry about the situation too, but the tree was already gone.  Nothing to be done but get over it and move on.

Crap happens!

Anyway, after Mama Bear got home from work we took a trip to Lowes to see what we could find to replace the old maple tree we lost.

We ended up buying so many plants that we had bother my buddy with a pick up truck to help us bring them all home.

Now, it may not seem like it, but all in all there are close to 30 bushes and shrubs in this photo littering my back patio, and we were able to purchase them all for around $30 because they were on major sale.

Awesome!  I know right?!

But, what are we going to do with all these plants?

Why, we're going to perform a major landscaping overhaul of course!

If I hadn't been so focused on losing our favorite tree, I would have realized that now was a good time to beautify up the place a bit.  

I'm glad that Mama Bear thought of it.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

It's the Big 10! Oh Man the Time has Flown!

Holy Crap!  Has it been 10 years already?!

Wow!  I guess it's not so bad, and it only feels like forever...

Just kidding.  These past ten years have whipped by so fast I am still trying to catch my breath.  I mean, I could swear that it was just last week that Mama Bear finally agreed to go on a date with me.  I don't care if she only agreed because she thought I was suicidal and felt bad for me.

Hey, it worked out for me right?

Truthfully, Mama Bear and I have known each other since preschool.  We were in french classes together throughout high school, and we sang together and goofed off in our high school chorus.  And, all the while we were doing that I wanted so badly to let her know how I felt about her, but I was a coward and felt unworthy of love.

Specifically, I felt unworthy of her love.

There she was, this amazing girl that I was crazy about.  Here I was, a lame, goofy boy that adored her, but was too afraid to say anything; too afraid to take a risk.

Well, she graduated high school a year before me, and I knew I blew it.  She went to college.  Then, a year later I graduated and went to work at a lumber yard, but she was still always on my mind.  She never left it. I thought about her all the time, and, eventually, I screwed up my courage enough to call her parent's house on a Sunday evening to see if I could get her number.  Low and behold, she was there.  She hadn't gone away for college after all. She was attending a local university, and she remembered me and agreed to go out to dinner with me.

So, on 9/13/00 I showed up wearing my best shirt (It was my best shirt because it only had one or two holes in it), and I took her out to Ponderosa.  I remember the booth we sat in.  It was the one on the far left wall as you entered the restaurant, and it was the third one up.  

After we ate, we went to Walmart where we goofed around and I tried on a witch hat or something and did my best witch cackle, which drew the attention of an elderly store employee who said something that I can't recall, but I do remember that we ended up back at her mom's house where we watched Dogma, and at the end of the evening, as I was leaving, I even stole a quick kiss.  

The following days went by as a blur.  We saw each other everyday.  As often as we could, we stayed up all night talking, and I kept thinking that this was the best time of my life.  I was wrong.  What I thought of as the best time of my life kept getting better and better. 

Eventually, we ended up getting married on October 18, 2002.  We bought a small fixer upper house a couple of years later.  She talked me into going to college.  I graduated Cum Laude or something.  Then one of the most spectacular thing happened on February 14, 2010.  

The Pizzmeister was born!  We became devoted parents, and two and a half years later, on July 3, 2012, we did it again when we had Two-zy!  

Now, it's October 17, 2012, and I can't imagine feeling happier.  

Tomorrow is our 10 year anniversary, and I am marveling at all we've done and have been through and overcame together.  I think about how I have grown.  I think about how happy I am, and I know that it's all because an amazing girl took a chance and fell in love with a goofy, lame boy.

I love you honey bear!  Thank you for everything.  These past years have been wonderful.  I cannot tell you what it means to me to have you in my life, loving me as I love you.  

We may not be perfect people, but we are perfect together, and that will never change.

Happy 10th anniversary!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

People are Crappy, and The City's Code of Ordinance Sucks!

The reason why you can't have anything in this "beautiful" city I live in is simple.  People have no problem breaking your shit!  Then, when they are done breaking your stuff they'll toss whatever trash they are done with in on your property too.

Now, as if that isn't insulting enough, the city code enforcers will threaten to ticket you for parking in your own driveway even though you are no where near the sidewalk.

Can't be we letting people park where they want on their own property and in their own driveway now can we?

What a bunch of bureaucratic creeps!

I guess if I am going to complain I better tell you the whole story, at least my side of it.

A week or two ago, Mama Bear came home from work toting a note that the city code enforcement people left on the back door, and on the family truckster.

Now, I was home the whole day, so I am not sure why the code enforcer didn't just knock on the door and hand them to me, but oh well.  That's not the point.  The point is that magically, after parking in the same spot of our driveway for the entire 8 years we have owned the house it is now somehow illegal for us to park there because that portion of our driveway is now considered part of our front yard.

Why is it considered part of our front yard?

Because we allowed some grass to grow up within the boundary of the crushed stone.  That makes it part of the yard now.

Naturally, we were confused by this so Mama Bear ended up calling the code office and they told her that according to their copy of the land survey our back yard was a parking lot and that spot where we park most often was somehow not on the survey as a part of the driveway.  

Then they questioned us as to why we parked there, and told us that we could apply for a variance, but that would require an updated survey of the land, which is costly, and we don't want to pay for it.

The second thing the city's note told us was "Site Triangle."

What the hell was that about?

Apparently, they didn't like the rose bush that Mama Bear had in her front flower garden, so we had to cut it down, which is another major annoyance, but we didn't really mind because they sited a valid reason.  It was apparently obstructing the view of the road for drivers.

So we cut it down.  The view of the road didn't change for the drivers because the bush so far back from the road, but it's gone now anyway, and people are back to sitting on the fence like it was some sort of park bench.

One of the reasons the rose bush was planted was to keep people off of the fence.  We don't want people sitting on it and falling off  and getting hurt, and we don't want to have to replace it every month because it is not a load bearing structure.  

Sitting on it will break it.  

Obviously, some drunkard didn't realize this last night and sat on it anyway because this is what we woke up to this morning.  Nicey Nice!

So, now instead of spending the weekend repainting it we have to spend that time fixing it.  Hopefully, that won't take too long once we find a place that sells round rail fencing material.

Man, I hate living in town!

Friday, October 5, 2012

Being the Messenger Sucks!!!

I think I just scarred my poor little Pizzmeister for life.  We had to have the talk.

No, not the sex talk!

We had the "I'm so sorry, but your favorite kitty cat can't come home" talk.  

Of course, Pizzly doesn't understand and now hates me. He keeps screaming that he doesn't want Mouse, our beloved cat, to go away.  

"He can't go away!"  

"He needs to go home!"  

"Mouse makes me happy!"

These are all things my eldest shouted at me as I explained that sometimes when things are really sick and hurt a lot we have to help them rest so they don't hurt anymore.  We have to help them fall asleep, which, of course, resulted in a chorus of "Wake up!" from the boy.

Then, as I explained that Mouse would never wake up, but we'd get to say good bye to him and tell him that we love him, the poor little mite started sobbing, which got me going too, and I don't even really like that damn cat that much.

But, Pizzly loves him, and there's nothing worse than being the messenger, especially when the news you are bringing hurts somebody so much.

I'm sorry Pizzly.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Painted Piggies

The other day Pizzly decided that he wanted Mama Bear to paint up his wiggly pigglies, which was totally fine.  

I mean after all what's a little toe nail polish among family right?

"No big deal.  Let him paint his toe nails." I thought.

Well, before I knew it, it became a BIG friggin' deal!

You see, I started to feel left out.

It just wasn't fair.  Mama Bear got to have pretty toes, and the Pizzmeister got to have pretty toes, but what about Two-zy and me?

Don't we deserve to have pretty toes?

Ok, I left the baby out of it since he's only a few months old, but I did feel a little bit left out, so I asked the boy if I could have my nails painted too?

He said, "Of course!"


Then my cute little one proceeded to to do his best to paint up my crooked and often broken toes.  It was awesome, and he did a really good job.  

Not bad for a 2.5 year old!

And, what's bestest of all is that Pizzly is really proud of his shiny toes.  

This morning he was wiggling them in my face and shouting, "Look Dad!  Shiny!"