Got dirt?

Well Saturday was the big day, we got our dirt. Things didn't go entirely as planned of course. The dump truck arrived hours before our landlord did so I called him and was told to have the dirt dumped onto the grass so it wouldn't interfere with everyone's parking. I apparently do not argue effectively against a guy with a dump truck so I pulled the emergency tarp (girl scouts are always prepared) out of my trunk and laid it down on the driveway. He dumped the dirt, the pile was the size of my car. We asked him about it, being much more then we ordered, and he just replied don't complain and then said I'll be back in 20 minutes... Bry and I are looking at this pile of dirt and one enother and just thought alright lets get started. I have a short shovel and two 5 gallon buckets and we move 20 square feet of dirt that way. It felt like we didn't make a dent. In the middle of this the dump truck returns and dumps an even bigger load of mulch, which we didn't know was coming. At this point we just hoped the neighbors didn't mind parking in the guest spot for a while. The land lord then shows up with a almost broken wagon and some storage container and we move another 10 square feet of dirt to fill the last garden bed. There is still dirt left...
Sunday we went to my families house, to get Bry's bike fixed, help my Dad set up his computer and build another box for the dirt that is left. Those things got done, but not as we expected...we also cut down a tree and cleaned out the computer desk and visited...
So the peices of the new box are in my car the dirt is ready the seeds and a few transplants are ready and it is HAILING out side...I've been waiting to plant my garden for weeks and the weather is giving me the the "nany-nany-boo-boo" I guess it suposed to be nice later this week...