So I'm not sure how many of you have had the privilege of living in a new neighborhood development, but Sean and I have been so lucky. Or at least I thought we were lucky until they started springing up houses behind us. Today was nice and rainy and rather peaceful...until it stopped raining and the lunatic construction workers came out to put a roof on a house. Literally since about lunch time today they have been up there with their silly little hammers banging nails into sheets of plywood and now they're hammering all those little nails into the black paper stuff that goes under the shingles. I am this close to walking over there with Sean's FatMax (his really heavy duty hammer) and showing them a thing or two about hammering....all....day....long. I truly believe I may lose my mind. The saddest part about the whole thing is that there are 2 empty lots on each side of our house with SOLD signs in the grass. That means I have the blessing of 4 brand spanking new homes to be built in the near future right by my eardrums. Thank you Jesus that school should be back in session and will have the opportunity to miss the hammering for the most part. But then wait... what's better?...hammering?....or a class full of loud first graders? I think I'm screwed either way.

Wal-Mart

Ok so the other evening Sean and I decided to go to Wal-Mart and buy Rumikub. It's a game I recently learned how to play and we really needed some entertainment. So off to the Porter WalMart we went. As we pulled into the parking lot at about 8:30, Sean made a comment like "Creepy". He was speaking of the unusual concoction of guests that were moving about the parking lot and heading through the doors. Ehhh, no big deal I thought. We start strolling around, Sean heads off to look at fish stuff on one side of the aisle and I go to the other side where the colorful new school supplies were proudly on display. I found a great lunch box hanging on the wall.

Well as I passed that fabulous lunch box for about the 4th time, contemplating whether a $9 lunch box, as fabulous as it may be, would really get that much use, I hear a small commotion. Three full grown men come around the corner speaking gruffly and kind of shoving each other around. So I'm down the aisle from them thinking... "seriously, you are full grown, quit it with the rough housing." Only in the following few seconds I realize, these guys aren't playing this is real. One has another in a headlock and the third is throwing punches.

Now I'm beginning to hear yelling and 3 more people come up on the ordeal. Only one of these guys is BIG, like hulk hogan-ish, and he's yelling at them to stop, we've called the cops, get to the font of the store. (I think he may have been an off duty cop.) Somebody else is kind of trying to break it up. And then I hear one of the guys in the fight go, "He's my little brother." Now I don't really know who were the brothers, but I think that the guy in the headlock and the guy administering the headlock were the brothers. Holy cow...so surreal. By now a crowd is gathering going "what happened", "what's going on." And I'm thinking to myself, I watched the whole thing go down and I have no clue.

So Sean and I walk away, go get our game, keep an eye out for any repeat performances, and get the heck out of the twilight zone. After that ordeal we need some comfort food, so we head over to Burger King and with the lovely information we received from Beep and Amanda about the Oreo shakes with the ginormous straws, we make our decision and head back home.

Just because Sean deserves bragging rights, he beat me at Rumikub.

Okay so here are the long awaited Cabo pictures. The waves were huge... The service was spectacular... The sites were amazing...a beach in the desert. Thanks so much Mark and Sarah. It was better than I imagined. Now aren't all the rest of you jealous? I will say though, if things don't start looking up around here I just might think about moving there asap. Sean can teach scuba and I'll just hang out. Maybe there are some kids I can teach in Cabo. What do you think?