Yes, I suck. I've been neglecting the little blog here for the past few weeks. I've had some good stories to tell too! I'll save the bathing suit mishap for another blog, and instead tell you about the Thanksgiving weekend.... which actually starts with last Saturday - November 22nd. We had an adult dinner party. It was AWESOME! there were 8 of us - 4 couples - who all got babysitters for the evening and got together at our house for dinner. We ate off of my Grandparents china and downed two bottles of wine. It really was great. There was no TV and we sat around the table for a couple of hours just talking. We're definately doing that again! At the end of the night we went to clear off the table only to discover that my sink was all backed up! Great!
Convinced I could take care of it myself, I messed with it for days. Everytime I thought it was OK my husband would start running water and stuffing things in the garbage disposal and it would get all backed up again! It wasn't his fault, but I'm gonna blame him anyway. Finally on Friday morning- yes almost a week... and a smelly kitchen...later - we called in the plumber. Jason's grandparents were expected at 2 for our day-after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving (we spent the actual Thanksgiving with Jason's stepmom's family), and I had a smelly kitchen full of dirty dishes. Oh, it was lovely. We hadn't been able to use the stove for a week because all the dishes from LAST WEEK'S dinner party were still all piled up on it. We're just nasty, is all I can say. It's not usually like this, but I was damned determined to fix it myself. I'm such a man. Anyway, I felt a little better after the plumber spent TWO hours with the snake way, way down the pipes trying to clear the blockage. I would have never been able to get to it. Then he only charged us $40! We felt a little guilty, but we'll make it up to him at Christmas. The plumber packs it up and we have our kitchen back... and it's 12:15! Thanksgiving dinner is at 2!
We can do this. Suprisingly, it was Jason freaking out this time & I was the calm one (the drugs must be working!). We tag teamed the dishes - he washed while I dried & put away. Then I went to the store & bought some food to make for dinner. I came home and started peeling potatoes while Jason went to the Honey Baked Ham store to get the main course. I set the table - complete with the antique table cloth handmade by Indians that Jason's Grandma, who was on her way over, gave to us. How good am I? We even used his Mother's dishes. Dinner was on the table at 2. Damn, I AM good!
I still had to work on Friday night, so after dinner was cleaned up and put away I headed out the door. Somehow, on the way there, I managed to hit a pothole the size of Texas! Oh yeah, I busted up the rim and flattened the front passenger tire on the Maxima. It was immediately flattened too. I babied the car the one block to work and called up to make the guy in the Newsroom come down and stand with me while I changed my tire. Dude, I couldn't get the jack out of the trunk! It was jammed in the side of the wheel well and that thing was not budging! We even got the owner's manual out to see if there was some magic button or something - "turn and pull." Yeah, turn and pull, my ass! After about 40 minutes of "turning and pulling" I caved in and called my brother. I felt so stupid. I can change a tire! grrr. I love my big brother though. He's always there to save me.
Saturday morning I called around to try and find a new rim - $613! Jason was not pleased with me. At all. In the meantime I had to be out at Fred Martin Superstore for work from 11-1. We dropped the car off at Conrad's and Jason dropped me off at Fred Martin. He picked me up and I took him home and went to get Coen from his friend's house (he spent the night with Evan). As we were getting in the car to leave from Evan's house my phone starts ringing. It's the radio station. They're out at Fred Martin Chevy and the jock that was supposed to be there didn't show up. It turns out she had a family emergency & everything is fine now, but we were all worried because that's not like her. Needless to say I went flying across town to Frd Martin Chevy - son in tow. I got there in time for the next break - only because I called as I was pulling in to the parking lot. We were there for the next hour and a half and my son was perfect! I couldn't have asked for him to be better! I was so proud!
We finished up there and headed home to put the tree up. It made it up, and there are lights and beads on it, but it never went further than that. On to Sunday...
The phone rang at 8:30. Our pastor was on the other end sounding horrible. She had been sick for the past few days and was so weak that she couldn't even stand! She e-mailed me her sermon and I was the preacher for both services on Sunday. Everyone said I had done such a great job, but I couldn't take much credit for it - it was her sermon, not mine.
Monday morning: I'm fighting with the kids to get them to MOVE! Do we have to get Coen to preschool late every morning? We rush in (half an hour late at this point) only to discover that he didn't have school today. I somehow missed that schedule change. He just turned to me and said "Well I guess I wasn't late today, was I?" He was so tickled.
Then Conrad's calls about the car. They were able to find a brand new wheel that matched our car through a salvage yard, and they were able to patch my tire!!! It only cost us $250 to get the car fixed!!! That could have been a $900 bill easily. How lucky are we?
It was just such a strange chain of events. It hasn't been a bad week, but it has been a little strange. It certainly hasn't been boring, but I'm hoping the rest of the week is, just a little.
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