Weekend/Public Transportation

I had a good weekend - it started with a migraine which eventually faded. Wayne and I spent the evening at Mum & Dad's with Blake and Madison - oh I can't get enough of them. We heard a few great White traditional stories about flatulence and Guy being a POPO. I had mentioned to Mum how I wanted her to crochet me some dish rags and she handed me some partial crocheting that she said to finish. Well, I had been taught how to crochet several times, did it for a few minutes and gave it up. I took it that she was busy with her baby blankets, which she can do with her eyes closed and could probably do with her toes!! I undid the crocheting a little to see how the stiches went and I have not put the stuff down yet. I have made 5 dish rags already and anticipate I'll be the person I used to get annoyed with when I was a kid. I always was frustrated having to vaccum around Mum's knitting/crocheting. It was always on the floor, on the couch, that was fun, finding a knitting needle wedged in the couch when you sat on it.
On Saturday I got some rest and then went to lunch with the departing White Family at Golden Corral. Afton has been staying with Alyssa since the family BBQ on Thursday night. We have had quite the quiet household with the boys still being in Montana. They are doing well, Michael has finished his soccer camp and enjoyed it. They both start swimming lessons this week in Hamilton, Montana, which is where Carl & Glenda, Wayne’s parents live. Their lessons run for two weeks and they will come back next week.
I don’t expect this week to be very exciting - it is always hard coming back to work after a short work week.
Last night I did one of my favorite things - I layed on my hammock and watched a thunder storm rolling in across the mountains.
The kids and I planted a small garden in the spring which is coming into fruition. We have some tall corn growing, tomatoes that will fill buckets when red and some onions. The peas, beans and carrots whimpered out as I was still recovering from my ‘stroke’ after they were planted and didn’t get enough TLC. Oh well, next year.
PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION - I rode the bus into work this morning and it was full -- as usual, with gas prices rising, it is the best way to get from Provo/Lehi to Salt Lake. Why do people freak out about touching other people? I mean really, the guy I was sitting directly beside must have been preparing his confession to his wife about how he feels bad about rubbing the leg of a woman on the bus. Crikey! If you are that phobic - don't ride the freek'n bus! He pulled his leg away more than my 4-yr-old pulls away from hugs! I'd understand if he were cute, or I'd like it if he were cute - WAIT . . anyhow, get over yourself people!