The end of the bbq as we know it...It's the end of the bbq as we know it, and i feel *sigh* fine.
Sunday
- them uplatetalkin’ lazy assbutts won’t get out of bed. We had eggs, bacon, cinnniminimon buns, pancakes, orange juice, coffee…you can make your own conclusions about how lazy they’d have to be to miss that. Seriously, son. We brought the food up for an attic picnic and I did notsomuch kill them for eating all the bacon afore we gots to it. Lovely picnic, btw…I highly recommend them.
- Carter’s first birthday party was swell. He didn’t really mind the odd duck, and launched into it pretty well. The flowers looked swell on his little samoanesque head. My ‘rents came forth with chicken, sponge candy, and ny cheesecake. Carter gots him an hefelump with a nifty off switch for times when the circus music makes you feel like you is living in a three ring circus yourownsef, two containers of bath paints, cuteness itsef clothes, and a copy of ferdinand the bull. Pretty good haul, son.
All of a suddenlike peeps were out in the front yard a splashin’ like maniacs. Kara kicked some serious water ass with her big ol shoes of doom. Harrison was in shock and awe of the amount of water we splashed all over the Ukplace.
I threw the kid in a warm bath and when I cames out I heard rumblings that the cleavers were gonna be doing shots in the kitchen with suzie. Not believing my own Uk eyes I came in there without taking the time to change (wearing the infamous towel yet again). Sons…I did shots with my ‘rents in my kitchen. *Faints*
after cleaning the kitchen yet again we were tired and in need of ice cream refreshment. Thomas stayed back and watched the kids and played poker.
When we was at the locally famous graters ice cream, I was treated by my friendages (I had reached my "financial limit") to a beautimous double scoop dish of pralines and cream and peanut butter chip. Then the announcers on the radio started announcing a tornado watch like it was a race horse rounding the corner…The hobosexual who was manning the place was a eyerolling and fretting and eventually directed us to get ouseffs into the bathroom hallway. We naturally brought the candyland ‘cause a) if I was a gonna die in a tornado eating ice cream and playing candyland was the way to go and b) I ownz the candyland and wiped kristi’s assbutt. Angela the hobosexual ambisexual then let us know that we was "allowed to leave." That was mighty fime by us.
After the excitement of our neardeath experience at the ice cream store we went to walgreens to get medical stuffs for my gignormous wounds incurred in a breakfast making incident. What I wouldn’t do for my peeps, yo! Wounded in the line of fiah! We bought all sorts of doodads, sleepyassbuttpants, and flipflops. Various bugs were also aquired with which to decorate the loo. I enhanced the touching moments we spent by yelling over the aisles to kristi to make sure she had buttcream, and by following people around with a precious moments music box that played "that’s what friends are for." I tear up just thinking about it. We directed miss kristi all the way up to the door so that we wouldn’t be soaked and she complied. So did the door. We were so close it opened.
We headed home and saw that the highway was blocked. There was an occifer of the lawr there, and we waved to him to get alternate directions. He moved his car to block us, and was most peeved when we motioned to him to come speak to us. He snarled something rude about being out in a lightening storm giving directions and then gave some. Due to the car moveage, however, two cars zoomed by. Then the genius went after said cars leaving nothing blocking the road. We contemplated zooming by him and waving, but took the less arrestablelike way out.
We reached the homestead to find that the caterer had fought the storm in order to feed us. Yet again. Then we massaged, talked, watched movies and the pregnant lady gave us pedicures.
Monday
The philly peeps droved away. The soy was deposited at the airport. The suzie, chilluns, and I went shopping. There was much kid time in the mall playground, as well as the consumption of lemonade, iced coffee, and pretzels. We fed the chilluns actual dinner and gave them a bath with all their new bathstuffs.
Suzie passed out upstairs.
The babes went to sleep.
The suzie reappeared and I verified that she was exhausted and not pissed at which time she called me a freakshow.
I ates me some leftovers and took the small babe upstairs for some freakshow friend bonding time. We talked all about teen angst and then felled asleep.
The next mornin’ they dropped me at work, and then dropped her at the airport.
Tuesday
Nows they all gone, and I am sad. Harebear asked if we could go to Suzie’s house after dinner. *Sigh*
In summary:
Ratphooey - she had a most gentile cartman accent. Like she should be on a porch with a fan. She’s a most happy mama to be and the twinkle in her eyes is the twinkliest I’ve ever seen. I’m so glad she came. I hadn’t a realized just how much I luvs her. I knew I luved her, just not that it ran so deep.
Mammawrites - I loved taking her to Berea. She really enjoyed the yarn, and it was cool to watch her get in to that. I also loved her little chile who harebear kept looking for. Where is the little goyle? They danced and giggled and had a hoo-ha of a time. Her husband just sat back and enjoyed the show.
Tylerbaby - It was so much fun to meet the husband. The man really loves a good peach and is a wonderful conversationalist. The fionna bug pure sweetness. My most favoritest part of Kara being here was watching her face in the water fight. Pure joy. Pure joy.
Thiscantbesoy - She really opened up to us, and it was nice to have an insight to the girl behind the journal. She’s got more energy than anyone you’ve ever met and is the queen of the running gag.
Deviduck - I loves my Suzie. She called me from the airport to tell me about the gift shop, I called her last night and we got all catty about the miss universe competition. There is something amazing about the way that shopping for groceries, or giving my kids a bath is an adventure with her.
Beautifulday72 - She is the sweetest person ever. Her happiness at being here was palpable and she was the glue that made the whole weekend work.
I can’t thank these ladyfolk enough. They did more dishes, bought more food, cleaned more floors than anyone could imagine. I could never have done it all myownsef and was lucky to have them. In addition, they brought bellylaughs, generousity, great conversation, unexpected adventure, and real genuine love to my house. It donotevahsomuch get better than that.
I can't thank you enough.
- them uplatetalkin’ lazy assbutts won’t get out of bed. We had eggs, bacon, cinnniminimon buns, pancakes, orange juice, coffee…you can make your own conclusions about how lazy they’d have to be to miss that. Seriously, son. We brought the food up for an attic picnic and I did notsomuch kill them for eating all the bacon afore we gots to it. Lovely picnic, btw…I highly recommend them.
- Carter’s first birthday party was swell. He didn’t really mind the odd duck, and launched into it pretty well. The flowers looked swell on his little samoanesque head. My ‘rents came forth with chicken, sponge candy, and ny cheesecake. Carter gots him an hefelump with a nifty off switch for times when the circus music makes you feel like you is living in a three ring circus yourownsef, two containers of bath paints, cuteness itsef clothes, and a copy of ferdinand the bull. Pretty good haul, son.
All of a suddenlike peeps were out in the front yard a splashin’ like maniacs. Kara kicked some serious water ass with her big ol shoes of doom. Harrison was in shock and awe of the amount of water we splashed all over the Ukplace.
I threw the kid in a warm bath and when I cames out I heard rumblings that the cleavers were gonna be doing shots in the kitchen with suzie. Not believing my own Uk eyes I came in there without taking the time to change (wearing the infamous towel yet again). Sons…I did shots with my ‘rents in my kitchen. *Faints*
after cleaning the kitchen yet again we were tired and in need of ice cream refreshment. Thomas stayed back and watched the kids and played poker.
When we was at the locally famous graters ice cream, I was treated by my friendages (I had reached my "financial limit") to a beautimous double scoop dish of pralines and cream and peanut butter chip. Then the announcers on the radio started announcing a tornado watch like it was a race horse rounding the corner…The hobosexual who was manning the place was a eyerolling and fretting and eventually directed us to get ouseffs into the bathroom hallway. We naturally brought the candyland ‘cause a) if I was a gonna die in a tornado eating ice cream and playing candyland was the way to go and b) I ownz the candyland and wiped kristi’s assbutt. Angela the hobosexual ambisexual then let us know that we was "allowed to leave." That was mighty fime by us.
After the excitement of our neardeath experience at the ice cream store we went to walgreens to get medical stuffs for my gignormous wounds incurred in a breakfast making incident. What I wouldn’t do for my peeps, yo! Wounded in the line of fiah! We bought all sorts of doodads, sleepyassbuttpants, and flipflops. Various bugs were also aquired with which to decorate the loo. I enhanced the touching moments we spent by yelling over the aisles to kristi to make sure she had buttcream, and by following people around with a precious moments music box that played "that’s what friends are for." I tear up just thinking about it. We directed miss kristi all the way up to the door so that we wouldn’t be soaked and she complied. So did the door. We were so close it opened.
We headed home and saw that the highway was blocked. There was an occifer of the lawr there, and we waved to him to get alternate directions. He moved his car to block us, and was most peeved when we motioned to him to come speak to us. He snarled something rude about being out in a lightening storm giving directions and then gave some. Due to the car moveage, however, two cars zoomed by. Then the genius went after said cars leaving nothing blocking the road. We contemplated zooming by him and waving, but took the less arrestablelike way out.
We reached the homestead to find that the caterer had fought the storm in order to feed us. Yet again. Then we massaged, talked, watched movies and the pregnant lady gave us pedicures.
Monday
The philly peeps droved away. The soy was deposited at the airport. The suzie, chilluns, and I went shopping. There was much kid time in the mall playground, as well as the consumption of lemonade, iced coffee, and pretzels. We fed the chilluns actual dinner and gave them a bath with all their new bathstuffs.
Suzie passed out upstairs.
The babes went to sleep.
The suzie reappeared and I verified that she was exhausted and not pissed at which time she called me a freakshow.
I ates me some leftovers and took the small babe upstairs for some freakshow friend bonding time. We talked all about teen angst and then felled asleep.
The next mornin’ they dropped me at work, and then dropped her at the airport.
Tuesday
Nows they all gone, and I am sad. Harebear asked if we could go to Suzie’s house after dinner. *Sigh*
In summary:
Ratphooey - she had a most gentile cartman accent. Like she should be on a porch with a fan. She’s a most happy mama to be and the twinkle in her eyes is the twinkliest I’ve ever seen. I’m so glad she came. I hadn’t a realized just how much I luvs her. I knew I luved her, just not that it ran so deep.
Mammawrites - I loved taking her to Berea. She really enjoyed the yarn, and it was cool to watch her get in to that. I also loved her little chile who harebear kept looking for. Where is the little goyle? They danced and giggled and had a hoo-ha of a time. Her husband just sat back and enjoyed the show.
Tylerbaby - It was so much fun to meet the husband. The man really loves a good peach and is a wonderful conversationalist. The fionna bug pure sweetness. My most favoritest part of Kara being here was watching her face in the water fight. Pure joy. Pure joy.
Thiscantbesoy - She really opened up to us, and it was nice to have an insight to the girl behind the journal. She’s got more energy than anyone you’ve ever met and is the queen of the running gag.
Deviduck - I loves my Suzie. She called me from the airport to tell me about the gift shop, I called her last night and we got all catty about the miss universe competition. There is something amazing about the way that shopping for groceries, or giving my kids a bath is an adventure with her.
Beautifulday72 - She is the sweetest person ever. Her happiness at being here was palpable and she was the glue that made the whole weekend work.
I can’t thank these ladyfolk enough. They did more dishes, bought more food, cleaned more floors than anyone could imagine. I could never have done it all myownsef and was lucky to have them. In addition, they brought bellylaughs, generousity, great conversation, unexpected adventure, and real genuine love to my house. It donotevahsomuch get better than that.
I can't thank you enough.