Happy Mother's Day to all you special ladies out there. This is the part of the blog entry where I would love to be able to say something eloquent about the awesomeness that is my mom. All I can say is she is the most patient, fun, beautiful, amazing woman I know and some day I hope I can be half as good of a mom as she was to me and my crazy 5 brothers.
Travis and I went to see The Wedding Singer musical this weekend. It was very entertaining, but is pretty much the movie played out in song. I love that you can go see musicals for about the price it would cost you to go to the movies, so we will be going to a couple more this year.
our costume turned out great:
tc and the in laws with a lovely castle in the background
People who take their job too seriously:
This year was my first year to ever attend. It is the kind of thing where I always wanted to go but never had a chance.
Here are my observations about Scarborough Fair.
First, if you need to feel really good about yourself, this is a very good opportunity for you to do just that! There are some people there who have some unwarranted very high self esteem. It is not that they aren't great people, mostly it was just a lot of them might want to consider a little more fabric.
Second, if you have problems with personal space, this is not the place for you. Strangers with really bad English and Scottish accents I mean REALLY bad accents will come up and talk to you, grab you, give you a hard time, and correct you if you misspeak about historical times. For the curious Henry the VIII only had one wife, the first was annulled so it didn't count.
Third, there are some very entertaining shows. There are also some very entertaining side shows. Some of the time you can't tell the difference.
All in all, I am glad I went and I am glad to know it is a once and a lifetime experience. I only hope I experience it once in my lifetime.
tc and some guy on the parade route
Saint Patrick's Day was quite an adventure for us this year. More than just the usual Rueben sammies and talking about my Irish ancestors. We went to the St Patty's parade on Gville. For those who have never been, go! It is a blast!!
We parked at tc's friend's apartment about 10am and we walked about half a mile to the meeting place where we found one of my coworkers and about 10 other people she knew from work. After we enjoyed the parade, the male strippers, the Ghost Buster team, and a few Smithwicks we found out the coworkers had rented a party bus. We hopped on, drove around the neighborhoods stopping and talking to the local party goers along the way and ended up at a house with a keg and lots of brats. Party Time! We made some friends and about 4pm decided it was time to go.
Unfortunately in hopping on the party bus, we hadn't considered how we would get home. Okay, so we did consider it, but I guess we just didn't care too much, until it was time to go. Since we had no transportation, we just figured we would walk. How far could it be, right? After walking probably about an hour, making a few stops (gay bar, thrift store) along the way we start asking people how far it is to our destination. We got a lot of laughs and some oh, you are faaaaaaaar. Yeah so it was time for a cab. Some cheap dude sitting in the front (tc) told the cabbie to stop at the nearest intersection instead of taking us all the way to the apartment, so after walking another half mile, we finally got to our car!
Finally we got home, I inspected my sunburn that so bad it was purple and then crashed!
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About a month ago I went to my doctor because of a sinus infection. While I was there I decided to talk to him about a problem that I had been having with my feet. He tells me it is possible that I have neurological claudication and refers me to a Neurologist, all of which is a little overwhelming, but I’ll wait until I get home and look it up before I get scared.
What ended up happening should be a lesson to all of us in not Googling medical ailments. Googling by the way, I just found out, is not found in Microsoft’s dictionary, they should really look into that. After calling the doctor’s office to find out what he told me I might have because Lord knows I couldn’t remember, I looked it up and it was much scarier that I was giving it credit for. I found out things like: It should only be happening in old people who are too sick to do anything about it, the only fix is surgery, and all other sorts of news I didn’t want.
Today I went to the Neurologist and after a lot of tests that made me think the doctor thought I was drunk (follow my finger, walk in a straight line, close your eyes and hold your hands out, etc) he tells me that I do not have neurological claudication (whew!) but that I might have tarsal tunnel which is basically like carpal tunnel, but in your feet. Thank goodness, right? I don’t have to have surgery so this is a good thing, right? Wrong! He tells me no more high heels so the nerves can heel. I JUST got used to walking in 3 inchers!! Oh and I have carpal tunnel in both wrists and maybe sleep apnea by the way.
Sheesh!
Wine
This adventure begins about a week ago when I tried a wine that might possibly be my new favorite. The only problem is, it is only found on the other side of town. I know this because this past weekend I went to five different stores only to have store managers look at me like I am crazy. “No, we carry no such thing”
Batteries
tc’s best friend had a little car trouble this week and called him over for some help on Tuesday. tc had to cancel our walking date because his friend was in need. I was completely understanding, as I tend to be, mostly because his bff lives right over where the wine is sold and I was promised he would pick some up.
The funny this about tc’s best friend calling him to help with the car troubles is that tc isn’t the hunting, fishing, handyman, car fixer upper that his dad hoped he would be. In fact, our version of car maintenance is picking the best oil repair shop and tow service company. I guess it just turns out that his friend is even less of a fixer upper because we at least had the tools necessary to do the job. So tc, being the good friend that he is, took his tool set over to hid friend house and was gone for three hours and came home as I was getting ready to go to bed. Unfortunately for tc, his friend and the car the battery was still not fixed, they were going to need special tools that were not contained in the previously unopened tool box. Unfortunately for me, he came home with no wine.
The Next Night
So tc has to go over to the friends one more night, but this time has to stop at Home Depot first. Normally I might be a little bit disappointed by this, but it gives me another shot at the wine so I am totally okay. This time, however, tc realizes if I go he can take the HOV lane and it shortens his trip in half. Normally this would be absurd but he lured me in to the drive with a promise of sushi and going to pick out my wine without instructing him through the process, a prospect I could not pass up.
So I pack up a couple of books to read and we set out on our way. First, to Home Depot to pick up a tool which should have taken all of about 5 minutes but due to unknowledgeable staff and faulty check out equipment took about forty five minutes. Then off the friends house to change the battery which should have taken 20 minutes but due to unknowledgeable boys playing with cars and a faulty engine took 2 hours. So by the time we leave I am hungry, and tired of being in the car. So we go to find the sushi restaurant, we can’t find it and I am too hungry to care, I just want anything at this point. Then to the wine store, at least this is going to end my week long search for the wine. Can’t find the wine store. Damn. So I spent my entire evening sitting in a truck waiting for the boys to fix the car or driving around trying to find non existent places and end up at home starving and ready for bed.
And that is why you should not eat raw fish or drink the nectar of the devil.
The end.
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