Parties Galore, Empty Chairs and Pee Jugs
Haven't felt like posting lately. Been out doing my damndest to have a good time and trying to get more sleep.
Last weekend was a kick ass wedding bash in Wisconsin and I was wearing THE hottest black dress I bought just for that night. Felt like a queen. Danced like a fiend, and I know I was drunk because when I'm sober I can barely walk in the pointy high heel slip ons I wore that night. Had a little hangover from Tanqueraying too hard. Nothing too serious. The pics I took with my digital camera are hilarious. Had a few shots of the floor and ceiling. It takes skill to dance, snap a pic and hold a drink at the same time.
The weekend before that I visited a festival in the small town that I recently moved to. It's a decent sized fair with food, rides, crap (I mean craft) booths, food tasting, and events for adults and the kiddies. And then there's the parade. This year it lasted TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!! I think every high school band within a 100 mile radius marched in it. SHEESH! And some people need to take it easy with the candy distribution from the floats. Pitch it over to the kids on the sidewalks, don't whip it at em. Although they were probably intentionally throwing the candy at people's faces to keep them awake through such a long, drawn out affair. How many times can you hear an awkward, out of tune rendition of Louie, Louie?
Anyhoo, I digress.
I thoroughly enjoyed all the fair food goodness I possibly could without going into insulin shock or having a heart attack. MMMMMM.....funnel cakes, carmel apples, corn dogs, oh my. In the early evening, I visited a BBQ festival in another town, had a few drinks, listened to an interesting band (replete with interpretive dancers - no shoes, long skirts, unshaven, haven't bathed...you know the ones) and struck up an hour long conversation with some complete strangers who also had a few drinks. THEN, later that night, I went to a coworker's house party......good times as well. All of this fun on one night. When it rains, it pours.
Back to the parade, I almost forgot to mention this. The night before (sometimes even 2 nights before), all the locals set up their lawn chairs in their "usual places" along the main street. Some of the chairs are really expensive looking. Many chairs are even tied up together with rope to keep them in a group. This is a tradition. God forbid you set your chairs up in someone's spot! I grew up near a big city and there is no way that we would do this, because you'd end up missing your lawn chairs the next day. No use in that! So when I drove down the main street late the night before, it looked so eerie with all the empty chairs lining the street and no one to be seen. It was like something big was going on and in the middle of it, everyone got abducted by aliens. Very strange. When I talked to some people at work about it, they didn't see it as weird at all. Evidently it is common in small towns to set your chairs out early. I took some pics of this phenomena with my digital camera, I'll post them soon.
In between my party filled weekends of late, I've been slaving away at work. This is our slam packed busy season, so when I get home at night, instead of dedicating my time to getting the house more organized, I've been eating dinner, taking care of the laundry/dishes/pet care/exercise/feeding/cleanup stuff, then nesting on the couch for the rest of the night in front of the tube. Normal stuff. And that's OK. I'm trying not to guilt myself out too much about it.
Haven't heard anything further about the cancer thing......still going through more testing. I have to take a 24 hour urine test which involves a big obnoxious orange jug (which you have to refrigerate to keep the pee fresh) and a large dinner plate sized plastic bowl you fit over the toilet seat, with a little notch to make it easy to pour the liquid into the jug. Every time you pee, every SINGLE time, within a 24 hour period you have to collect every drop. So I'm waiting for this weekend where I can go under house arrest and dedicate one day to the pee jug. I thought for one second I could do it during the week, but there's no purse or bag big enough or inconspicuous enough to stash all the equipment you have to take with you to the bathroom at work. No hiding that thing. It's one heck of a conversation starter. And just imagine, for those people who have problems with coworkers eating their food and drinking their drinks......the pee jug would solve that one right away. Just label it "Lemonade" when you put it in the company fridge. Problem solved.
Ok, time to wrap this one up, it's getting late. I'll try not to get too lazy with my posting. I have lots of respect for those who are dedicated to posting every or every other day.
Last weekend was a kick ass wedding bash in Wisconsin and I was wearing THE hottest black dress I bought just for that night. Felt like a queen. Danced like a fiend, and I know I was drunk because when I'm sober I can barely walk in the pointy high heel slip ons I wore that night. Had a little hangover from Tanqueraying too hard. Nothing too serious. The pics I took with my digital camera are hilarious. Had a few shots of the floor and ceiling. It takes skill to dance, snap a pic and hold a drink at the same time.
The weekend before that I visited a festival in the small town that I recently moved to. It's a decent sized fair with food, rides, crap (I mean craft) booths, food tasting, and events for adults and the kiddies. And then there's the parade. This year it lasted TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!! I think every high school band within a 100 mile radius marched in it. SHEESH! And some people need to take it easy with the candy distribution from the floats. Pitch it over to the kids on the sidewalks, don't whip it at em. Although they were probably intentionally throwing the candy at people's faces to keep them awake through such a long, drawn out affair. How many times can you hear an awkward, out of tune rendition of Louie, Louie?
Anyhoo, I digress.
I thoroughly enjoyed all the fair food goodness I possibly could without going into insulin shock or having a heart attack. MMMMMM.....funnel cakes, carmel apples, corn dogs, oh my. In the early evening, I visited a BBQ festival in another town, had a few drinks, listened to an interesting band (replete with interpretive dancers - no shoes, long skirts, unshaven, haven't bathed...you know the ones) and struck up an hour long conversation with some complete strangers who also had a few drinks. THEN, later that night, I went to a coworker's house party......good times as well. All of this fun on one night. When it rains, it pours.
Back to the parade, I almost forgot to mention this. The night before (sometimes even 2 nights before), all the locals set up their lawn chairs in their "usual places" along the main street. Some of the chairs are really expensive looking. Many chairs are even tied up together with rope to keep them in a group. This is a tradition. God forbid you set your chairs up in someone's spot! I grew up near a big city and there is no way that we would do this, because you'd end up missing your lawn chairs the next day. No use in that! So when I drove down the main street late the night before, it looked so eerie with all the empty chairs lining the street and no one to be seen. It was like something big was going on and in the middle of it, everyone got abducted by aliens. Very strange. When I talked to some people at work about it, they didn't see it as weird at all. Evidently it is common in small towns to set your chairs out early. I took some pics of this phenomena with my digital camera, I'll post them soon.
In between my party filled weekends of late, I've been slaving away at work. This is our slam packed busy season, so when I get home at night, instead of dedicating my time to getting the house more organized, I've been eating dinner, taking care of the laundry/dishes/pet care/exercise/feeding/cleanup stuff, then nesting on the couch for the rest of the night in front of the tube. Normal stuff. And that's OK. I'm trying not to guilt myself out too much about it.
Haven't heard anything further about the cancer thing......still going through more testing. I have to take a 24 hour urine test which involves a big obnoxious orange jug (which you have to refrigerate to keep the pee fresh) and a large dinner plate sized plastic bowl you fit over the toilet seat, with a little notch to make it easy to pour the liquid into the jug. Every time you pee, every SINGLE time, within a 24 hour period you have to collect every drop. So I'm waiting for this weekend where I can go under house arrest and dedicate one day to the pee jug. I thought for one second I could do it during the week, but there's no purse or bag big enough or inconspicuous enough to stash all the equipment you have to take with you to the bathroom at work. No hiding that thing. It's one heck of a conversation starter. And just imagine, for those people who have problems with coworkers eating their food and drinking their drinks......the pee jug would solve that one right away. Just label it "Lemonade" when you put it in the company fridge. Problem solved.
Ok, time to wrap this one up, it's getting late. I'll try not to get too lazy with my posting. I have lots of respect for those who are dedicated to posting every or every other day.
posted by Kat at 8:39 PM
1 Comments:
hey, good luck with that pee jug! that's kinda funny! you're too busy to be tied to a pee jug!
Glad things have been going better for you.
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