Memorial Day weekend

It's a weekend. It's just about in the history books as a fairly exciting one---and I don't mean b/c of the Nascar race. We had our last T-ball game, unless we do a mommie's game, on Saturday, and other than that, I spent the day cooking and cleaning and making the teens crazy by insisting that they help. Got into bed about 11:30 or so.

Up Sunday at 9 or so, showered, and started rousting the crew up out of bed so we could not have the usual scene of me yelling at stragglers as I try to get us out the door somewhat on time. Sorry about my luck......But got to my aunt's in time and had a good time. Came home and then me and girls went to Michael's and ACMoore's, out of sheer boredom, more than anything else. Got them some craft kits, and me a couple packs of stickers to use on Shel's Tball scrapbook. Stopped and got pizza at Lil'Caesar's and came home about 100 laps into race. Watched the race while kids played PS2 and worked on crafts, then put Shel to bed and finished watching race. Then I hit the tub and hit the bed--had to work today. About 11:30, he and I were just getting into a really good sleep--I think I was ahead of him though---I saw him come back and put his pop on the nightstand, and by the time he got done in the bathroom, I was out.

Not for long. He said he had just dozed off when he heard an explosion. He shook me awake just in time to hear the next one, and that is when Kate came running back thru the house yelling that something was on fire on the other side of our neighbors, who were in Virginia for a funeral.
Oh Shit, I thought as we ran for the door and saw that it was not at their house, but a couple of doors down where a towing business is--one of their dump trucks was on fire. We had thought at first it might be a meth lab---as they do seem to appear in the county, although we had never heard of one in our immediate area. Ron jumped on his 4wheeler and I grabbed a flashlight to check on the neighbor's house and animals, leaving Kate at home with the other kids--who slept thru it all!!!! The neighbors across the road by the ball field came running over too, and we watched as it burned and the fire dept began its work.---yeah we called 911 of course before anything.

We stayed well away from the scene while observing, and then after about 10 minutes or so, came back home and watched from our porch until the smell of burning rubber really rolled in and we ran and closed the windows and went to bed.

The truck is still sitting there today, with caution tape around it. No one ever came around asking questions, so who knows what happened to make it explode like that. The owners were out of town camping, we heard, and most other neighbors close by were gone for the weekend too.

I told Ron I moved to the country to get away from all the excitement........LOL.......