Burnt Quesidilla
This past weekend was Caleb's baptism. So we go to the airport around 5:30 and our flight was suppose to take off a little after 7. Well the plane actually didn't land until in the BWI airport till 10:30 so we left around 11 and got in NC around 12:30. Basically it sucked. I got a little sleep and then got up early on Saturday morning for a baptismal meeting which I apparently didn't really have to attend. During this meeting we watched an "informational" movie about baptisms which really reminded me of Monty Python and the Holy Grail and I was waiting for someone with coconuts to run across the screen. Alas, through the many flute solos, old man in robes, dog bowls and babies being splashed with water it never happened.
Saturday night Mom, Kate and I went out to dinner at the Berkdale village. The place where we ate faced the middle circle which had a band playing and many little kids playing in the fountains. It was pretty amazing. AND I had some pan seared scallops which I totally have been craving since January! We also went to White House/ Black Market and bought really hot little black dresses! And then we went to the jewlery shop and bought necklaces. It was really funny because Kate and I ended up buying the same dress and then the same necklace but hers was red and mine is green and Mom and Kate got the same exact meal. We are amazing. We had the funniest conversations that day as well. We had some crazy sex conversations and then after hearing "Barbie Girl" by Aqua my mom said that she would really like to make a barbie porn movie to that song.
Sunday was the baptism which was outside at a lake. It was really an amazing service and my mom and I decided that if we lived in NC we would totally join their church. There was a picnic after the service and I basically laid around on our blanket the entire time. When we got back to the house we started making quesidillas, Kate burnt hers and so we ended up talking about Teri Hatchers new book Burnt Toast. My mom was reading it and Kate already had read it and they said that it was the worst book ever. It is all about how horrible Teri Hatchers life has been but how she was overcoming it all. Ironic considering her stories. I find it hard to truly sympathize with someone like that because her stories were so self absorbed that I couldn't be like, "Wow you had a tough life. I am sorry." The first illustrated picture in the book is of her sitting on her floor in front of a HUGE mirror with a gorgeous dress to the right and a table that is loaded with her books. I am sorry but that is SOOO self-absorbed. That is worse then me! Anyway I decided that I am going to write a Burnt Quesidilla book about how "tough" my life has been...which it hasn't been at all. It is going to be pretty fantastic.
Monday morning we flew home. We were up at 4 and got to the airport by 5:30 and our plane left at 7. As we walked over to A5, the gate where we always leave from, we heard a bunch of loud talking and laughing. There was a clogging group that had been at the clogging nationals somewhere in NC that weekend and they were sitting there with all their trophies. All these girls were definetely in highschool and thought they were hot stuff. Mass. girls...jeez. Haha. Anyway they were talking about how much fun their party was last night and how sad it was that they left all the beer in their hotel room but how it was ok cause they were going to buy a keg when they got home. 2 of the moms just laughed and thought it was funny and one mom just sat there and seemed incrediably shocked at all that they were saying. The entire time I wanted to be like, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I AM TIRED!" But I didn't. So we started to load and I was like, "Yay maybe they will be quiet on the plane or I will be far enough away from them that I won't be able to hear them!" Then I hear one of the girls...not say but more like scream with a hyper voice, "I am in row 19! How about you!?" And it was then that I found out that they were sitting all around me. I was crowded by cloggers! An Irish Dancers worst nightmare! We HATE cloggers! So they get on the plane and make a huge ordeal about where to put all their huge ass trophies and finally allow the stewards to carefully place them up in the over head bins. Then over the intercom I hear, "From the Massachusetts's clogging team we hear that today is Poopsie's birthday! Happy Birthday Poopsie!" Which in turn meant that the whole clogging team had to stand up and scream and clap and then sing happy birthday. I was about to bite their heads off. Then they started talking about how great he XM radio was going to be and how they were going to all put their radio station to the same one and sing along really loudly (no lie they actually said this out loud). At this point I was about to bite MY head off. God apparently was smiling down on me though and the XM radio only worked for one song! I had my ipod so I plugged those earbuds into my ears and listened to my wonderful music. Ahhh..fucking cloggers.
Saturday night Mom, Kate and I went out to dinner at the Berkdale village. The place where we ate faced the middle circle which had a band playing and many little kids playing in the fountains. It was pretty amazing. AND I had some pan seared scallops which I totally have been craving since January! We also went to White House/ Black Market and bought really hot little black dresses! And then we went to the jewlery shop and bought necklaces. It was really funny because Kate and I ended up buying the same dress and then the same necklace but hers was red and mine is green and Mom and Kate got the same exact meal. We are amazing. We had the funniest conversations that day as well. We had some crazy sex conversations and then after hearing "Barbie Girl" by Aqua my mom said that she would really like to make a barbie porn movie to that song.
Sunday was the baptism which was outside at a lake. It was really an amazing service and my mom and I decided that if we lived in NC we would totally join their church. There was a picnic after the service and I basically laid around on our blanket the entire time. When we got back to the house we started making quesidillas, Kate burnt hers and so we ended up talking about Teri Hatchers new book Burnt Toast. My mom was reading it and Kate already had read it and they said that it was the worst book ever. It is all about how horrible Teri Hatchers life has been but how she was overcoming it all. Ironic considering her stories. I find it hard to truly sympathize with someone like that because her stories were so self absorbed that I couldn't be like, "Wow you had a tough life. I am sorry." The first illustrated picture in the book is of her sitting on her floor in front of a HUGE mirror with a gorgeous dress to the right and a table that is loaded with her books. I am sorry but that is SOOO self-absorbed. That is worse then me! Anyway I decided that I am going to write a Burnt Quesidilla book about how "tough" my life has been...which it hasn't been at all. It is going to be pretty fantastic.
Monday morning we flew home. We were up at 4 and got to the airport by 5:30 and our plane left at 7. As we walked over to A5, the gate where we always leave from, we heard a bunch of loud talking and laughing. There was a clogging group that had been at the clogging nationals somewhere in NC that weekend and they were sitting there with all their trophies. All these girls were definetely in highschool and thought they were hot stuff. Mass. girls...jeez. Haha. Anyway they were talking about how much fun their party was last night and how sad it was that they left all the beer in their hotel room but how it was ok cause they were going to buy a keg when they got home. 2 of the moms just laughed and thought it was funny and one mom just sat there and seemed incrediably shocked at all that they were saying. The entire time I wanted to be like, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I AM TIRED!" But I didn't. So we started to load and I was like, "Yay maybe they will be quiet on the plane or I will be far enough away from them that I won't be able to hear them!" Then I hear one of the girls...not say but more like scream with a hyper voice, "I am in row 19! How about you!?" And it was then that I found out that they were sitting all around me. I was crowded by cloggers! An Irish Dancers worst nightmare! We HATE cloggers! So they get on the plane and make a huge ordeal about where to put all their huge ass trophies and finally allow the stewards to carefully place them up in the over head bins. Then over the intercom I hear, "From the Massachusetts's clogging team we hear that today is Poopsie's birthday! Happy Birthday Poopsie!" Which in turn meant that the whole clogging team had to stand up and scream and clap and then sing happy birthday. I was about to bite their heads off. Then they started talking about how great he XM radio was going to be and how they were going to all put their radio station to the same one and sing along really loudly (no lie they actually said this out loud). At this point I was about to bite MY head off. God apparently was smiling down on me though and the XM radio only worked for one song! I had my ipod so I plugged those earbuds into my ears and listened to my wonderful music. Ahhh..fucking cloggers.