Saturday and Sunday

Before I continue with any of my idle chit chat about my day to day excitement I want to discuss something of great importance - Comments on my blog or actually lack there of! My sister mentioned to me that sometimes she wants to comment and doesn't because she hates that you have to type in the mystery letters to publish it.  Well, Tammy I have fixed it so you don't have to do that anymore.  At least I hope I have! So if this was an issue for anyone else - please feel free to try again! 

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On with the blog....Saturday morning I had to get up and moving early for Emma's 9:00am soccer game.  I stopped, of course, for a cup of coffee on the way and we were still at the soccer field on time. The testimony this particular morning sort of irritated me.  Perhaps because I wasn't really awake yet.  I don't know the answer.  About 10 minutes into the game I got a text message from Abigail:
Her -  "What are you doing?"
Me -  "Picking out curtains for the office!  Watching Emma's soccer game, what else?"
Her -  "Oh yeah!  When will you be home?"
Me -   "When the game is over"
Her -  "Ok"

Twenty minutes passes by and I get another text from her.
Her - "What are you doing?"
Me -  "Picking my nose!"
Her -  "Seriously Mom?"
Me -  "Seriously?  Why are you asking what I am doing? You know where I am!"
Her -  "When will you be home?"
Me -  "Really?"
Her -  "Yes, when will you be home?"
Me -  " When I get there!
Her -  "Ok"

At this point I am rethinking the need for my children to have cellphones.  For one thing, it is irritating to me when they text me ridiculous questions.  Honestly, "Where are you at?" when she knows exactly where we are at and still texting me. Yes, I just had Emma (who hates shopping with a passion) get dressed up in her full soccer uniform so we could appear to be going to a soccer game but instead go shopping.  Sounds just like something I would do!  Another thing I have noticed about them having cellphones is they will text me things they would never say to my face.  Oh yeah, I have gotten many a "whatever" or "you are mean mom" .  Oddly enough they are disciplined for being rude with me whether it be to my face or in a text message.  I am not entirely sure why they think it would be acceptable to text it.

When Emma and I got home from our undercover shopping trip, we all chipped in and cleaned the house a bit.  After the house was straightened up I laid down on the couch for a little rest.  It didn't last nearly long enough - a good 20 minutes at best. I just laid around until it was time to get ready for the wedding we were to attend that evening. It took me awhile to get Scott out of bed since he had worked from 9pm Friday night until noon Saturday and didn't get home till nearly 1 o'clock.  He only got an hour's rest before we left for his friend's wedding.  

The wedding was beautiful!  The bridesmaids' wore red dresses and all three of her children had a part in the wedding.  Julie, the bride, looked positively radiant and happy.  The ceremony itself was fine but for someone with my attention span, it seemed to go on and on.  I did have to restrain myself from laughing out loud at something the Pastor said during the ceremony.  He talked about Adam and Eve and gave a little talk about marriage and then said, "Marriage is a holy mystery!".  I just couldn't help I found that to be funny.  May be it's because I have been married for 17 years and I completely agreed with him or I just thought it was a funny thing to say at a wedding.  Who knows!  I just found it hysterical for some reason. 

Then there was the matter of Scott bouncing his legs up and down throughout the entire wedding.  I kept giving him "the look" and he would stop temporarily. Before I could turn my head back around, he would start up again.  It was at this time that I wished I had some sort of tape in my purse to tape his darn legs to the pew!  When he wasn't shaking his legs, he was tapping his fingers on his legs.  What the.......????  Is this from lack of sleep?  Is he have post traumatic stress from our wedding?  I don't know!  I just wanted it to stop!  I was never so glad for the wedding to be over so I could get the heck away from him.  That's love people!

After the wedding, we traveled on over to the reception.  It was at a reception hall in Grove City.  Upon arrival we parked and entered the hall.  There was someone directing us where we should go.  We found the room we were supposed to be in, found our table assignment and took our seats.  I realized that I had forgotten their gift in the car so I headed out to get it.  I guess in the moment of trying to figure out where we were to go I missed the serious entertainment of the wedding party in the other room.  While in the parking lot, a good portion of that wedding party was out in the parking lot smoking. I don't think I can even describe these people other than to say they all sorta looked like they were on a weekend pass from jail.  At one point a little girl came out and yelled, "Mama! Mama! Yer missin' all the purdies!". I took this to mean they were doing something pretty in their portion of the party hall.  Before I headed back in, I made sure my car was securely locked and anything of value was out of sight.  This sounds really awfully of me, I am sure but better safe than sorry.  I also didn't go back outside without Scott the rest of the evening.

We caught up with some of Scott's old friends and I made a new friend too.  Meredith became my dance partner for the evening.  Her husband had to leave to pick up their kids and Scott remains unable to dance so it's quite lucky I met her.  The best part was neither Meredith or myself were digging the 80's music the d.j. kept playing.  She took one for the team and went and asked if he had anything from this century.  Well, I don't think she said it exactly like that but whatever she said worked!  We had fun. 

Finally Scott had reached his limit for awake time and we left for home.  I did torture him with a stop at Dappers for a Bloody Mary because I was seriously craving one.  No idea why, I just wanted one.  I drank mine and half of his.  We got home and I changed into some comfy clothes, tucked him in and left to hang out Michelle's for a bit.  We haven't gotten enough quality time in lately and we were missing each other.  We watched some true tv and drank a beer.  I was home and in bed by 1:30am.

I arose from bed Sunday afternoon at 1:30pm!  I slept for a total of 12 hours.  If this doesn't prove I am suffering from some soft of affliction, I dont' know what does!  I would have probably slept later than that had Abigail not come in and shoved a make shift menu in my face.  The menu was for "The Good Morning Breakfast or Lunch Cafe".  Nice!  Scott, who was also still in bed, and I were to circle what we wanted from the menu.  I circle a b.l.t., chips and a coke zero.  When my selections were delivered it turned out to be a bacon and lettuce sandwich because we were apparently out of tomatoes, about four chips and to my amazement a full can of coke.  I ate it like any good mother would and then drug my lazy butt out of bed. 

I spent the vast portion of my day laying on the couch watching the Investigation Discovery channel.  This was not the highlight of Scott's day. I didn't care and refused to give him the remote control.  It's a rarity that I have any sort of control over the television here thanks to him and the kids.  Today I felt like it was my turn.  I have to tell you though, I love that channel.  I love to watch true murder stories and how they bust people.  As Michelle says, "Perhaps I am trying to find a way to pull off the perfect crime! For all the people who get busted there have to be thousands that don't!". It's just interesting.  You would think because of Scott's occupation and his love for the show "Cops", he'd enjoy this sort of program - no so. 

I was in bed by 10:45pm and when I got up today I actually felt like a normal human being for the first time in weeks!

Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity