birthday and balloons

yesterday was madmax's 2nd birthday party. i showed up fashionably late with the most perfect gift. thats what everyone thinks right. i found this huge. giant. dump truck. (that was later used as a ride for the littles). a shovel. also huge. (that was later used to hit the furniture). and a bubble machine in the shape of a lion. i went for the outdoor theme. but really wanted to find a book about dump trucks. no such luck.

afterwards. i stayed and babysat. so twoyulies. husband. and in-laws could go to a nice dinner. we then had some fun with balloons. after carrying them around in the kitchen/living room. the kiddies discovered the entry way. with tall ceilings. this is what happened next. also featured sister madeline. or as i like to refer to her as my mini me.


and then we spent our time. acting out an episode of scooby-doo. as mad's says: trying to solve a mystery. of how to get the balloons back. the shovel came in handy. i was able to grab all but one standing over the railing on the second floor. the lonely green balloon will just have to fall later.

bad hat

spotted. outside americas pub. on a wednesday evening. 6ish. bad hat. terrible choice. i dont know her. not friends. but if i were her friend. i would tell this to her face. its that bad. also when cropping realized there was an ad for a competitor of dog sitting on the new recycle bin.

bowling

no energy to write anything today. some coworkers and i from yesterday. my bowling was shameful. but my 3 splits in a row. and that wasnt with the pins. i was told was impressive. my sofa is calling my name.

out of the gutter

tomorrow is our annual agency day. i say annual. i have only been here for less than two years. and this is my second. so i think it happens every year. last year it was in june. at a park. and i had just got back from vacation. so it was a really nice way to come back. and ease into things.

we get broken up into teams. play games. drink a lot of beer. i for one. say a lot of innapproriate things. that luckily have never come back to haunt me. lets hope for that same record tomorrow. and then we go to an after bar. and expected to make it into work on time. and be functional. luckily it is my half day on friday. so i am out at noon. hopefully.

i played a lot of football last year. during the free time. we are going bowling this year. so wont be the same. i guess not as many people liked being outside. in the sun. i embraced it. well this was also after frying myself at the beach for a week.

it is also a time to get to know new coworkers. share memories. and basically branch out of your cube. ahh. how friendships blossom.

pie

i watched this movie the other night. waitress. i explained to jeff this afternoon. that some days i just feel like watching a movie. and not having to think about it. the majority of the time i despise chick flicks. but those tend to be the non-thinkers. unless i go pixar. i just dont buy into the whole romantic fairytale. and the predictability of it all. i usually spend the whole time. this would never happen. what a bunch of crap. so after holding 'p.s. i love you' in my hand. i thought better. i decided on waitress.

it had two actors from two of my favorite shows. keri russell from felicity. oh i didnt love it when it was on. but it replayed for about two years on saturday mornings a couple of years ago. my saturday morning routine consisted of. moving from my bed to couch. watching 2 hours of felicity. during which i would make my soft boiled eggs. toast with grape jelly. (no other flavors of jelly should exist). and coffee. then decide on the rest of my day. usually turned into more tv watching. flip that house marathons = love.

ok. back on track. so the other favorite actor. is jeremy sisto. a character from six feet under. which used to consume my evenings. i rented the whole series on netflix. and watched it in a span of about 3 months. once i received a new dvd. i watched 3 hours straight. and sent it back the next morning. i think i have already mentioned my tv watching problem.

so during this movie. waitress. russell's character only wants to make pies. thats all she wants to do. her life sucks. thats all that makes her happy. besides something else. but wont spoil this hit. ha. and all her pies are named after events happening in her life. so i was thinking. feeling inspired. one of her pies was a quiche. with brie cheese. and ham. so tomorrow night. when i make my quiche for jeremiah. i might try to experiment. he doesnt like veggies. so i dont think my other somewhat greek quiche will work. but maybe a new cheese. and meat might come into play.

also. i havent collected my earnings. will find out more this weekend. garage sale = great success. hurray. it was quoted that people asked for me to come back again. couldnt get enough of my old treasures. maybe it will cover the new desk i spotted at peir one.

its a circle

i had writers block today. just went through the day. couldnt think of much to say. and then it hit me on the drive home. a close friend lost his grandmother over the weekend. and i cant help but think about it. about how it must feel. and to try to keep going through the motions of everyday life. when you just want to scream. because you are in such pain inside.

i am lucky that i have not experienced this yet. all my grandparents are living. (knock on wood. a little superstitious. and a black cat crossed my path last night). one grandfather did pass away. but that was before my birth. i was named after him. so i do think about him. but granny remarried. and her husband has filled in those shoes.

there has been one person very close to me. and it hit me hard. still does. there are always the what ifs. and the should haves. good days. bad days. moments where it feels surreal. its an awful thing. especially to the young. my friend was 24. i am sure many have had younger.

i am not a religious person. i like to think more spiritual. and although it might be a blogging no-no. to talk about these things. i know that all good people do go to a better place. where you reunite with old friends. family. and loves.

so i will make my friend a quiche. (his favorite). and be there for him and his family.

and now i am crying...ugh.

ode to mom & d.c.

this weekend will be time spent to celebrate my mother. or pat. patti. patrish. patricia j. woman. pakelekia. pit. babydoll. but usually mom. or woman. cant go wrong there. so to thank her for all her days of taking care of her fam. i will honor her with my presence. a lot. leave it to smokin' joe (father) to plan a fun filled family weekend. starting saturday afternoon with a movie. then dinner. and the best. is brunch on sunday at 1924 main. i am even jealous of myself. ha.



so enjoy your mothers' company this weekend. give her an extra long hug. a smooch. or even a phone call. but be appreciative for mums are the greatest. even when i was told to suck on my spit on long car rides when i whined of thirst. or usually when i get told to stop whining the majority of the time. she raised me well. and i only hope to make her proud everyday.

enough mush. lets discuss my morning activities. besides the holiday on sunday. today in kc was announced as david cook day. i have never been a big fan of a.i. or american idol. but this season. mid-way. i tuned in for the boy from kc. also b/c my cubie mates' bff dated this guy. love the six degrees of separation. well and also. there hasnt been a whole lot of good shows on right now. so after our nightly runs. lil joj and i make dinner and have a.i. on in the background.

this morning he had a free concert downtown. so i of course jumped on the wagon to go. we left the office with no time to spare. and showed up along with hundreds of other david cook crazies. the excitement was intense. we could hear the blazing crowd scream. the closer we got to the venue. and then. from out of nowwhere. a city bus hit my friend when we crossed the street. and we never made. ha. no probably not something to kid about. but we did make it. and spent our time trying to get closer. and closer. so here are some highlights of the show. he played two songs. thanked everyone. teared up. and then walked through the crowd of screaming fans. we were out of there in 20 mins.

and here are the two boys i am watching this weekend. the longest clients i have had. i think its been three years. riley is the spastic weimaraner dog. curls up into a tiny ball. and sleeps by my head. simon. is the bassett hound. who i have carried up and down stairs. but he is better now. and only needs my help to get on and off the bed.