I make grown men cry.

I have taken a little blogging break. Because nothing exciting has happened. Well, other than DH calling to tell me that he will be home the first week of March. WOOHOO!

Then today happened.

I woke up feeling shitty. I started my period. Lucky me, I only had 4 tampons. I had to venture out on a day when I didn't want to. Just to buy tampons. I also bought chocolate cookies, diet vanilla Coke, and Motrin. heh

Poor Fang has a cold, and fell asleep on the way home. After I carried him to bed, I vacuumed the van. That didn't take too long, thanks to Satan's help.

Since I was already in cleaning mode, I cleaned out the garage too. How did I go from crampy bitch to queen of clean in mere hours? It had to be the chocolate/caffeine high.

While I was setting out the trash for pickup tomorrow. Granny yelled at me to come peek at her brain child. She was putting a fence baby gate around her patio so Max (her dog) wouldn't get his paws muddy. She can't afford to take him to the groomers every day. Unfortunately for granny, she forgot that dogs can jump and quite well. Therefore, a gate that's made to keep a small child contained is not necessarily going to keep a dog contained. While we were talking, Max jumped right over the gate then proceeded to roll in the wet muddy grass.

As I was trying to hold back the laughter from that, the school bus pulled up. Tater and Dian ran over and started chattering very excitedly. Warning us to not let a strange man in a white car into the house.

Long story short. A man that claimed to be an MP was driving a purple truck. He stopped at the bus stop this morning, and asked the kids for help. The 'MP' was supposedly looking for a 'criminal' driving a white car that had pulled a gun and tried to kill a police officer. The 'MP' then proceeded to warn the kids to not get in a white car, or to speak to strangers in white cars. All very fishy.

After hearing this story, Granny gave a long lecture to Tater and Dian on stranger danger. After her lengthy lecture, Granny practically jumped the fence to run across the street. Granny is the neighborhood watch. heh She had to alert Min that her daughter was almost abducted. Min not hearing the entire story and only registering the word abducted was beyond upset. She asked no questions, nor did she waste any time calling the police. While she did that, Granny rounded up several other kids that had seen the purple truck.

We all gathered in Min's yard and waited. The officer was there in no time. He was very calm, and spoke with all the children. Warning them of stranger danger. He also promised to increase patrols around the bus stops.

Austin's parents were both at work. I volunteered to fill them in on the events of the day. Why is it that every time I decided to be nice, something goes terribly wrong?

I waited until 6:15 to go to A's house. I was told that his mom usually gets home around that time. I'm walked to A's house carrying Fang because his legs were on strike. I knocked on the door. Grandma answered. Well not really, but she did open the door.

There were three non-barking, but very excited pit bulls that were trying to squeeze out the door with Grandma. Grandma was trying to squeeze out the door butt first, while yelling "shut up" at the non barking dogs.

I was watching Grandma with much amusement. Until she opened up the door and said, "come on in, we can have coffee." That's when three non barking but very excited pit bulls ran down the street. Grandma looked at me. Then she looked at the dogs, and yelled, "Shut up you stupid dogs."

I offered to help Grandma find the dogs, but explained that I wasn't much help with a kid on my hip and another trailing after me. Grandma nodded. Then Grandma and I proceeded to walk down the street. I asked Grandma what the dogs names were so I could call them. She answered with, "That mean little girl keeps letting my dogs out. Her parents should keep an eye on her." We were obviously not in the same conversation.

Here I was chasing 3 dogs. I did not know their names. So I was yelling, "Stop dogs!" I had a kid on my hip that was laughing and telling me to run faster. An old lady was chasing after me bitching about a bad little girl. A man with tears in eyes stopped me. He offered to help me chase the dogs, as soon as he stopped laughing at me. Considering the situation, the laughing was only going to get worse.

Luckily, Tater, Austin and several of their friends were running up the street. I rounded them up and sent them on a dog hunt. Overly energetic boys are must more capable of running after three dogs than I am. And much better equipped since they actually knew each dogs name.

The boys managed to locate all three dogs, they were two streets over, and get them safely home. Pretty impressive for a group of rotten boys. ;)

Right after I put the kids to bed, A's dad knocked on the door. His first question, "Do you know who this little girl is that keeps letting our dogs out?" heh