That title pretty much sums up the weekend - well with a few other fun things tossed into the mix to ensure I don't have a working brain cell left... and that my brain to mouth filter is now permanently stuck in the off position....
Friday - that boys and girls was the easy day.... up early, work half a day, home, shop, print cards, pack me and the dogs, do the dishes, the laundry and still have time to sit and read. Darling Bubba manages to get home about 6-6:30 all he has to do is pack himself. After he goes upstairs, changes clothes then tells me - aren't we eating here?? Um - nope hadn't planned on that one- so I fine leftovers, rehot for both of us, I eat while he packs, he eats, I got the dishes done, and packed up half the car before Mr. Molasses is moving with positive force. Did I mention this was the easy day??? Finally at 7:30 PM we are our way.... uneventful trip home, of course, per usual Bubba arrived Cranky. Didn't take that bet did you?? Sucker.
Did enjoy the Pap ribbing Bubba something good re: cranky face... hee hee hee.... go Dad.
Saturday - ah Saturday - up too early I had to pee and pups decided it was time for them to get up too... yeah. So up we all do our thing in our respective areas. I feed the girls, and settle in with the Kindle - rather than run everyone back up stairs - which Violet girl doesn't like very much and makes too much noise for everyone still sleeping - especially Bubba. To my amazement Violet girl likes Chef Micheal's creations (wet dog food) in her kibble and eats it all. Great - she's eaten, we're going to be gone most of the day - and we've had a Sure-Happy-Its - a puppy present problem. (see previous post). ANY way - with Shelby being gimpy as well - a walk was a slow process but necessary to protect Nana's carpets. So walked and good, mostly. Everyone else is up and dressed and 9/10's ready. I as usual am last in shower and manage to get showered, dress - with a leg shave - it was getting a bit - Chewbacka -- in control top panty hose, full face and hair -- away we go. Pap in his 'clown' formal wear. Which is the eye searing primary color nightmare jacket. I still twitch when those boys are all together... ouch. But you have to admit - lunch with a bunch of clowns and small kids it wasn't 100% dull - 65% - tops. ;-)
As my father has the illustrious title of "Captain of the Clowns" or in this case - chief of the crazy old guys. We arrived at 11:45 - we are introduced to the "party Nazi" or the old lady in charge - do as she says the way she says it and don't argue. She knows what she is doing. I of course salute smartly and do as I am told.... then we wait - and wait for a lunch we thought was supposed to begin at 12:30 was actually served at 1:30 - good thing we were hungry. Food well - frankly sucked. For you yinzers out there - Churchill Country Club - don;t bother - dry is the most generous discription I can give. Apparently according to the Party Nazi - she wasn't pleased - this was an unusual occurrence... yeah - lucky us. We get the hung over waiter and the chef that flunked out of the cooking by mail class... My sister and I could have done a better job. But we have other jobs - and lives and husbands that need constant attention...
ANY way - Pap did a great job - money was donated, clown noses were worn with one notable exception - my niece Z didn't want that thing on her nose no way no how... the niece I did think would balk - was dancing around the room with the darn thing on her nose... Go figure.
The best part was Pap the Bobble head.. one of his clown buddies had my father the clown immortalized in Bobblehead form... oh yeah we had some fun with that one. We finally get home, get out of panty hose and dresses sit on the deck and bask in the quiet.... then my sister arrived. ;-)
We plan dinner out - something good - we go for the usual standby - wings and beer - another yinzer tip - Crossroads - excellent. Although Bubba does say pass on the chili. So two pitchers of beer and 500 pounds of fried food later - we are one happy bunch - and off to harass--- the dairy queen lady. We used to abuse the cookie lady at the grocery store but they quit giving away free cookies and Mom said something about her quitting in protest over drunks on Friday nights asking for "my damn free cookie - lady" We didn't swear - I think. Not important.
So beer, wings, ice cream in a PACKED Dairy Queen, home and done. Oh so done. Problem is we have to get up and do this all over again Sunday.
Sunday - dawns warm and clear, this time we are taking pups as we have travel time, church time, and party time. We travel separately - and in a test of our marriage I manage to get Bubba in a car alone with my parents and the dogs - I ride with my sister and niece. Yeah I know - I'm still amazed that Bubba didn't get out at my brother's house and drink him dry of any and all liquor. He got through - the drive, church, the party and home. I got a first hand look at what happened when I rode home with the old people. Oh --- dear. Let me put is this way - Nana in the backseat taking us around our ear lob to get to our elbow and then a short turn to pinkie to get to our thumb. Yeah sure Nana part of it was a road closure - but seriously? Those roads were a worry - we were hearing banjo's and there wasn't any waterways... I'm just saying.
The ceremony for Niece E was nice, the priest was good, a little too chatty - and why OH WHY do you find it necessary to ask second graders anything in the middle of all this - seriously?? Amen, hallelujah and here it is - get this over with Father. First Holy Confusion - AMEN. Emma looked lovely - we all enjoyed her 'personality' in full order, including the full curtsy as her mother took her picture walking in - the parental-like trait of gulping the wine - and the hamming up moments we all got to enjoy. The party was nice - but again what posses folks to do such stupid things like open cards in front of the world so everyone knows exactly how much money was in each envelop. Stay classy sister-in-law... (and this is where we get the "I'm too uptight - from my mother) Yes Nana dearest - who can hold a grudge until you're both dead - and then it's in the will... and I'm the uptight one. I'm sorry I was trying to stop my niece from embarrassing everyone.... didn't work.
It was a nice party all in all - we finally headed home - again the same "direct" route we took to get there ... we got home, everyone including pups were too tired to care - sandwiches for dinner and packed up to head out early Monday...
Monday - ah - out and gone too early. I am driving, Bubba on the computer - we arrive home. Nice drive - I shower, dress and go to work, Bubba works from home. Nice.
OH! I left out the bat!!! The best story of the weekend.... as the Party Boss had balloons they were given to children in attendance, grand and others - one grand child got to sleep over at Nana's. She didn't properly secure her balloon... it drifted out her open door (for air circulation) and danced quietly into the room with Nana and Pap - and the moving ceiling fan... as the balloon is caught up in the fast moving air current - it bounces off the ceiling - at midnight as Pap has crashed hard his lunch is over - and the beer flowed freely - is woken to Nana shouting - BAT! BAT! Only to find through a half open, half sober eye a balloon dancing about the ceiling. According to my sister the real fun was watching him try and tie it to the door knob so we didn't have a repeat performance.
Sorry I missed it - as I was half sober and all the way sound asleep....
Later - we'll document the rest of this crazy week...
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