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We are in town this weekend, due to my son's busy social schedule. He had a birthday party from 11-12:30. Birthday parties are a big part of my business, so I'm hyper-aware of how my competitors do theirs. I kick this place's ass. First, the address on the website is wrong, and if you put it in your GPS, it will take you to a place that has not much to do with where you are. Then I called the place and said "huh?" and the girl who answered said "yeah, i'm not sure how you get here." WHAT? OH MY GOD. There was a firefighter fundraiser (a bar-b-q at the Piggly-Wiggly. Welcome to Alabama! Even if it *was* Mountain Brook) and they showed me the way. AND they gave H a plastic fireman's hat. Awesome.
Get to the place late, which I knew would be a problem because H wouldn't have tme to transition, and he didn't. Everyone was lining up and following directions, and he was still in run-around-like-a-loon mode. Then by the time he was ready to do X, the group was ready to move to Y. So he missed out on X and pitched a mini fit. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Note, he only does this way with me. If my husband had been there it would have been no problem.
They had the kids (3 and 4 year olds) sitting and waiting to do a bunch of things one at a time. Yeah, that doesn't work so well. And there were big kids who were getting annoyed with the little ones who weren't wanting to sit still. You can't ask kids to run and jump for a while, then to sit, and then to jump one at a time. It just doesn't work. A body in motion wants to stay in motion, and all that.
And then this thing happened at work. Trivial, but annoying. Something is going to be a problem, but wouldn't have been if one phone call was made to me when they realized what was wrong. Instead, they waited and now it's too late. JUST CALL ME.
My husband has a cold, and when he is sick he is the sickest person who has ever been. I can have no idea what fresh hell he is suffering. When I am sick? I just need to get up and get moving to feel better, according to him.
I think that I need a nap.
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I couldn't go to work out this morning, so this afternoon I decided to do Wii Active (I have a love-hate relationship with this game, as so often the Wii can't read that I'm doing the activity and it can't hear me when I yell that YES I AM TOO DOING THE DAMN TRICEP WHATEVER). ANYway, to use the Wii I move the coffee table and, at some point, I started seeing images in my rug. This is on both sides of the center medallion. Usually it is hidden, and I'm not looking down for 30 minutes, so I hadn't noticed how.... anatomical... it was.  (Please excuse the grass - I couldn't get my shoes all clean but the housekeeper comes tomorrow.) So, I wanted to share the picture. You know you are giggling inappropriately right now. DON'T LIE. (I mean, there are even fallopian tubes and ovaries! Floral ovaries, but STILL!)
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We're up at the lake for the weekend. We rushed out the door at rush hour and raced to beat the storm.... we got here 15 minutes before it started to huff and puff and blew the electricity out. It was 23 hours and 55 minutes later that we got the power back on. So, yay Alabama Power! And I mean that, because they had to get an entire crew and go up in the woods and there was a bulldozer involved. We were all ready to hear "yeah, sometime next week we'll think about maybe doing all that".
Of course, we had people to entertain. The kiddos played Cariboo, which is a Cranium game. HIGHLY recommend. The three year old liked it, the six year old liked it, and the 10 year old was only mildly a brat with the two younger ones not wanting to follow all the rules.
Fortunately, the rain kept it cool, so no air conditioner was tolerable. Then today when it finally stopped raining and got nice, we were outside and in the water. H swam from 2 p.m. until we dragged him out of the water at 6:35. He fell asleep while I was reading him his bedtime story. Up late last night, no nap... exhausted little boy. The television was never even turned on. I love that.
This morning, my mom and I "brewed" coffee by using a Melita cone on top of a thermos, with water we were heating on the grill. Bottled water for coffee is such a waste, but no electricity means no pump means no well water.* And coffee is a good thing for all involved. We made enough for all the neighbors, so that was nice. We were supposed to be having a party today so we had coolers of ice, and we managed to keep the food cool in the refrigerators. Not as many people came to the party as we expected, but there were still brave souls. Everything was cooked on the grill, we survived.
(*it also means that to flush a toilet you had to haul a bucket of water from the lake and fill that tank. Up about 40 steps. Water is heavy. )
I hear that it was pretty bad back in the 'ham. Trees down in my neighborhood, but none on my house or the other car. The yard is pretty full with limbs and other storm-stuff, but nothing too bad. We'll see if the tomato farm survived.
Now my mom is going around cleaning up and doing all her things that she has to do. She makes me insane, but what relaxes her is a totally clean and picked up cabin, and what relaxes me is not wiping up condensation rings every time someone picks up a glass. She has asked me the same question over and over again, and if she offers me a cup of soup or a half of her sandwich again, I'm going to revert to my 14-year-old self and scream and go in my room and slam the door.
We enjoy each other's company, really we do, but we do things differently and sometimes I have to go find a computer to hide with. Glad the power is back on, and the internet working, so I can.
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