WOW! What a weekend...I didn't even realize I hadn't blogged on Friday. I've been busy. Did you miss me?
Everyone have a good holiday weekend? Participate in activities you enjoy with people you enjoy? Get overserved? hehe...I think more than a few people were overserved at my house on Saturday. I know we plowed through almost 4 cases of beer, a full bottle of vodka...YEAH baby! Once again the egg toss was a big hit with kids and adults. And a big shout-out to our pyrotechnics team...who are really just pyros. The fireworks were great.
My party karma is BROKEN...BROKEN I say. No rain...none, zip, zero, zilch...not even a cloud. Hot as Hades on Saturday. No people huddling in my garage...no muddy shoes lined up in my hallway...no stacks of wet, dirty towels strewned about my house and yard. Just your normal everyday party trash. It was beautiful. Egg shells everywhere, broken water balloons littering the grass. So I'm beginning to believe that it's NOT me. Instead, I blame my mother. Yeah, that's right...the JANET is to blame, truly, for all of my party woes. I was going to blame both of my parents until my dad pointed out that during the great monsoon of Kevin's 40th, he was golfing with Kevin, and it wasn't raining where he was. So now, regrettably, I will never be able to invite my mother to my house for future parties. Mom, if you're reading this...I apologize in advance for blacklisting you, but it's really for the good of all. ;)
My favorite things from the weekend:
Sunday morning, from Julie: "Hayden, quit hanging around the trash can, you look like a fly."
Saturday night/Sunday morning, me: "I don't want to do this right now." (clean the kitchen...because I'm a 'little' intoxicated at this point)
Julie: "Let's get this done, you'll be so happy we did this in the morning. Just stand here and talk to me while I do it."
Me: "Well, I'm going to talk about how I don't want to be doing this right now."
Saturday afternoon: 12 boys swimming in my dirty-ass swimming pool. (We decided that in its partially ready state, it's still cleaner than Lake Michigan, so have at it)
Saturday afternoon: 12 boys with no shirts on, but with their white socks still on, playing footbal in my yard. (what's up with this??)
Saturday afternoon: 5 men standing around a HD in my garage not saying a word.
Sunday morning: 5 boys taking turns riding down the hill on a toddler scooter.
Sunday morning: Hayden rolling down the hill because he can.
Saturday night: The girls dubbin my fake Dolce&Gabbana's with the gold DG on the side my "Dollar General's"
We got some HD time in on Sunday and Monday. Kevin picked us up some very cool motorcycle shades at the bike show on Sunday. The wind doesn't get in and make your eyes water...I like them a lot. Chris wants to start some kind of pool as to how long it will take before Kevin and I are wearing Harley gear exclusively. Kevin will be sucked in to that WAY before me, peeps...and I already wear black all the time, so that doesn't count.
Not much to say today...whatya got?
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Favorite and Unbelievable—Sunday Morning
Rebecca got pooped on by a bird –right out of its nest. We never saw the bird... just the brown poop on her shirt. Classic.
My Favorite Part of the Weekend
by Sugar Snap Pea
Would have to be, laying out in the back yard, in 90+ heat, slathered in oil, slipping around in my chair, totally soaked to the bone with sweat, fighting off bees and wasps and ants with my belly jiggeling around and the neighbors watching...SWEET, good times, good times. So much fun, I did it twice this weekend.
Sounds like you had a blast, and I could not be happier that it did not rain, though I feel bad for the Janet
Yeah, I did get totally pooped on. Could.not.believe.it.
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