Weekend Rundown

Friday: the l o n g e s t day of my life at work. It was our state independence day, but we weren’t closed because we’re a corporation, and of course the other states we are located in didn’t recognize it as a holiday. So I worked. And it was slow. I took 3 phone calls in 5 hours. That’s NOTHING, that’s insane, that’s boring, that's just wrong that I even had to drag my skinny A into work. That even leaves me even too much time to surf the web, seriously.

After work Big B and C and I went to my sissy’s house for her annual July 24th party. (It's Utah’s Big Day, remember?) It was super super bo buper fun! There were tiki torches everywhere (talk about the smoke giving me asthma!) and food and food and sparklers and dessert and games and more food. We were all lounging around in chairs, watching the kids play, and waiting for it to be dark enough to light some fireworks. I played an intense game of tether-ball with Troy, my brother, who is like 6’7”. It ain’t easy playing with such a height disadvantage, but I almost smoked him (read: I lost). C had a blast playing with his cousins, and the only damper on the evening was the neighbors across the cul-de-sac who had been invited but declined to come decided to start having a “band practice” that sounded more like a cow getting done like, DONE by a bull. And they sell drugs. And they were loud and my sister nicely asked them to at least shut their garage door, we could barely hear each other speak. It didn’t go over so well. But at least the drug trafficking stopped! Anyway, it was a blast. Thanks Brookie and Johnny for giving us such a delightful evening! Saturday: I woke up, and immediately felt around the bed for Cade; I knew he’d woken up to snuggle with me sometime in the early hours. I looked over the bed to see that he’d fallen off the bed, but managed to stay asleep, which might be the coolest thing ever. What’s not so cool? Bobbi was puking up all of Cade’s truck stickers about two inches from his head.

What a great way to start the morning!

But then I went to the gym, did some laundry, picked up C’s toys for (literally) the 486th time that day, did the dishes, gave Bobbi a mild concussion (not for the whole ralphing next to my kid thing, I accidentally gave her a good rap on the head with my knuckle. But I think we’re cool again.) Dropped C off at Mace’s to have a play-date, so that Tawny, Brookie, Ashlyn (T’s daughter) and I could go visit Niece Claire Bear in the hospital after some surgery. We brought her some gifts to play with while she was stuck there, and she was absolutely delighted. I’ll be honest; it was rough being in the hospital again, I hadn’t been at Primary Childrens’ for 18 months since C was there for a week, and it brought back some sad, bad, yucky memories. But it was great to see her; the kid is just brimming with joy and optimism and energy even though she just got surgery to get the “tangle” out of her stomach. She lifted her shirt and showed me her “brave spots,” where she’d had surgery, then I lifted my shirt and showed her my PEG scar and appendectomy scar to show her my “brave spots,” too. Cuz that’s what they are, right? Scars give us character, make us unique, and make us who we are. And we shouldn’t regret that or be ashamed of it. She taught me that on Saturday, this sweet, un-assuming little 4 year old. What a b to the lessing in disguise!

Sunday: went to Mom and Dad’s homecoming. It was F A N T A S T I C. It was a little clausthrophobic trying to sit in a pew (a small one) with 5 other people including my squirmy 3 year old, but M and D gave hello amazing! talks, as always, and I left remembering how truly lucky I am to have such caring, charitable, grade A, kick A parents. The party at their house afterward was a bit insane. So many people, so many missionaries, so many platters of food!

Came home, watched Disturbia because I like Shia LaBeouf. A lot. Then my sis-in-law made me an early birthday cake from SCRATCH (German Chocolate, my favorite!) and we went to my in-laws and had an early let’s sing to Brie and make her feel so special but awkward moment. But it was great, it meant a lot they’d thought of me and remembered me.

And then I read like 300 pages in my smutty Scottish novel; I’m telling you guys this series is amazing! Each book is well over 1000 pages though, but so worth it. Quite the stimulating read (and I mean that in more than one way, haha. ;)

Now here I am, a little sleepy, but happy after a rather successful (read: not overwhelmed with depression or anxiety) weekend. Hope yours was great too! Now go and write a blog so I can read it and not be bored.
I thank ‘ee. ;)