How Our Weekend Went....

For the most part, we had a great weekend. Friday night we met DH at Joey's Seafood for a really tasty fish supper. I had real crab cakes, not imitation crab meat. It was my first time eating at Joey's and when our server brought out mini corn muffins as the bread course, I knew I was going to love Joey's!

Saturday DH & I enjoyed a walk together and later the entire family headed out for Taco Bell and shopping. We had a few things to pick up after going 8 months without being able to buy new clothes. Funny how you learn to really appreciate new t-shirts and underwear!

Saturday night we treated ourselves to a new scary movie via the Playstation download store. It was the sequel to the Spanish horror film, "REC", "REC 2". The movie hasn't been released to theaters yet, but its available for download. I found that interesting. Perhaps that's the wave of the future. We won't go out to the movies anymore, but rather download them to our homes paying much less. The movie "Quarantine" is a remake of "REC". They are both well done, but there is something better about the original Spanish version.

Sunday, I woke up early and walked our parade blanket down to Main St. The heat and humidity had arrived, which doesn't really mix well with the aroma of dairy farms. I was surprised at how much more crowded our parade was this year, but it doesn't surprise me. Our town usually puts on a great, old fashioned 4th of July parade.

We were sitting next to a family with two, two year old boys. Their parenting skills were getting on my nerves because they kept allowing their toddlers to run out into the street to pick up candy. Our parade includes huge farm equipment, tractors, semi-trucks, as well as crazy motor sport demonstrations. I was amazed those little boys weren't squashed.

I know other towns around have banned candy throwing, and I hope our town doesn't choose to do so as well. The candy has always been a big draw. Each year, its not uncommon for a child to walk away with a bagful, but I know all it would take is one child getting hurt and they'd put an end to it. Parents need to teach their children to sit on the curb and wait for the candy to come to them. Besides, its fun to watch the dropped Tootsie Rolls get smooshed under giant tractor wheels. :)

After the parade, we came back home to recoup from the heat. We made burgers and spent the rest of the afternoon, digesting and playing games. DH & I watched the movie Crazy Heart. That was a tough one to watch, but a great movie.

Sunday night we headed over to the park to watch the fireworks. I love our small town fireworks. You can sit very close compared to other festivals Our cousins found us and we all sat together. The show seemed to start a little early, but I think they were trying to beat the approaching thunderstorms. The show was incredible. I have never before seen so many fireworks shot off at the same time. It went fast, only 15 minutes, but from the beginning to the end it was like watching a firework finally.

When we got home we lit sparklers. The boys had fun running around pretending the sparklers were magic wands. The fun was cut short though when morons drove past and aimed a bottle rocket at my children.

I was on the front porch and saw these idiots shoot off a bottle rocket into my neighbor's yard. I watched as they drove up to our house, slowed down and took aim at my boys who were running around with their sparklers. The bottle rocket missed the boys, hit the garage door and bounced into the grass, missing our car. I ran inside and grabbed the phone and the fire extinguisher. My husband followed me out.

I told the 911 operator what had just happened while DH and I waited for these idiots to drive back past. They had driven into a dead end neighborhood and there was no way back out, unless they drove past our house again.

When they came back towards our house, my enraged DH, engaged the young men with colorful language while I ran right up to their license plate number and read it directly to the 911 operator.

The morons told my husband to "calm down", but frankly, you shouldn't expect any parent not to react after you've just tried to harm their children with fireworks. I love my husband, our protector!

They drove off before the police arrived, but when the officer did make it to our house, we gave him all the information. I'm really hoping the plate number helped them locate these jerks and they were stopped from shooting off fireworks.

I'm grateful my children were not harmed and we didn't suffer property damage, but it still infuriates me these morons thought this was fun. I will be looking for that plate number while I walk around our neighborhood the days to come, but I have a feeling these were out of towners. If anyone knows how I can search for an address with a plate number, I'd love a link to that site! Of course, I won't take the law into my own hands, but I'd still enjoy the chance to give them a piece of my mind.