Have you seen that movie? "Holes" was a good film. Hannah read the book years ago when she was in jr. high, so she saw it coming. I'm not going to sit here and tell you all about it, go get it and watch it if you haven't, I think you'll like it too.
Movies are not why I'm blogging today, however. We at the Noser Ranch and Nuthouse have our own version of this movie, albeit on a smaller scale.
John decided a few weeks ago that digging a huge hole would be fun recreation for the boy and his friends. And to his credit, they loved it. One of the boys decided that they would dig to the magma in the center of the earth. "Dig to the Magma"...sounds like a punker song doesn't it? OK, OK, back to the subject at hand.
So they dug, and they dug, and they dug. Hannah even joined in the fun and worked out some agression on that dirt. She came in one day, dirt head to foot, and declared digging to be hard work.
Yeah.
So now it is a month later and we have this hole--dare I say that it looks suspiciously like a grave--in our yard. Dimensions you ask? I would estimate this bugger at 4.5 feet deep, 3 feet across and 4 feet long. You'd think we were in the mob. I was hoping to find the bones of Jimmy Hoffa, at least we could reap some benefit out of this project. But no. Now we have this THING in our yard, 50 or more people coming over next Saturday, and who do you think is going to put the dirt back in its home? The children have long since lost interest in the adventure, never having gotten to the actual magma, or seen Chinese people.
I asked John last week when the hole was going to go away. His response was. "What for?"
Ohmystars.
I guess I will have to be the bad guy and fill the thing in. With one significant issue. Remember Hannah? Dirt head to toe? Hard work? Hard work and I have a handshake relationship at best, and I really don't like my hands to be dirty--I know, I'm a baby about that. Oh boy. I wonder how much potting soil I will have to buy so it doesn't look like we buried someone in our back yard. Maybe I'll mound it up, put a headstone on it and let people wonder...
8 comments:
Ok, I've got it! You know all that stuff that John refuses to get rid of? I think I know a place where he won't look for it...snicker snicker.
Oh you bad. Smaht, but bad.
Ok, you wanna know what I think? I say leave it open, and keep a running tally of how many people fall into it at the pig roast. Or better yet, keep the pig in the hole. Or even better yet, host a baptism, IN the hole.
STEP 1: Grab an old piece of Jewelry that nobody has ever seen before (but has some value).
STEP 2: Stick in the your pocket.
STEP 3: Announce to EVERYONE, that you are going to fill in the hole.
STEP 4: Palm Jewelry
STEP 5: In first or second shovel of dirt, reach in, grab a handful (in hand with palmed jewelry to get jewelry dirty) of dirt.
STEP 6: Start WHOOPING and HOLLERING that you found JEWELRY in the DIRT from the hole that somebody must have buried.
STEP 7: Make some tea Sit back and see what happens...will they keep digging, or will they sort through it and fill it in?
Maybe you can have just as much fun filling the hole as Eli did emptying it....Hurry up and get out here! Really, I miss you!
I just showed Hannah this blog, and her reaction was "NO! You can't fill it in! Who else has a big hole in their yard?"
Dang
Didn't John have a boat that he wanted to half-bury in the backyard and make into a fountain?!? And you kept telling him no...maybe this was his plan all along...
You baddah den Kelli
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