Seriously. Who came up with the idea that you should work 5 days and have only 2 days off? That is a lame-brained idea. Stupid in fact. While I guess we should be appreciative of the 2 days off, they fly by so quickly and you're never really "off."
Case in point. While I admit that this wasn't a typical weekend, it is far more common than uncommon. I got off of work last Friday afternoon at 4:00.I drove home, bit off my acrylic nails because they were chipping and I just didn't have time to get them fixed. Changing clothes, we headed out the door to go shopping for Saturday's birthday party. We ate dinner at Chipotle, ran by Sigel's for premixed margaritas and then headed to Walmart. It was almost 8:00 by the time we got home. I put away the groceries and then began cleaning house...really cleaning & not just straightening. I scrubbed bathrooms, dusted all furniture, vacuumed, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, washed and dried clothes...if I could think of it...it got done. Don't get me wrong. My house is relatively clean all the time. I can't tolerate clutter. It offends me visually and makes me jumpy and cranky. Uncluttered is different than clean. Clean is when the dust is gone, things are in their proper place and you can smell pine oil in the bathrooms. Clean is my cotton candles giving off their ambient light along with spreading their fragrance throughout the room. Clean is awesome. To me, it's like taking a hot shower and then crawling naked into a freshly made bed. I love, Love, LOVE clean. So...until 3:45 in the morning I sipped my wine and cleaned my house. My late arrival in dreamland caused me to sleep until 11:00 a.m. Saturday.
Okay. So Friday night is gone and Saturday morning is gone. I spent Saturday afternoon preparing the "birthday cake" for the party (see below) starting the queso in the crockpot and prepping the ingredients for 8 individual calzones. The pie shells had to be brought to room temperature and then folded out for pizza sauce, cheese, pepperoni, canadian bacon and Italian sausage to be added. They were so huge that my oven would only accommodate 2 at a time! Between 5:00 and 6:00 everyone arrived. Scott and Carter sat at the bar to snack on chips and queso and Carter saw the cake. He lost interest in everything else so it became necessary to distract him until Ryan and Richard got there. ::aside...they apparently can't read because they drove from Mesquite to Plano thinking it was at the Durbin estate and then had to drive to Rockwall:: Anyway...everyone got there, ate, played with the kids and then put the kids to bed for the adult portion of the evening...cutthroat games. We played Apples to Apples and Balderdash. We laughed,aruged, drank margaritas and cokes and crown. We had a good time. But, I am "old" and had been up late the night before so I could feel my energy draining. Around midnight everyone left and that was then end of Saturday.
Sunday morning I got up around 10:00 and got dressed for the big day. I had purchased platinum level tickets to the Stars game for our Valentine celebration. The game was at 2:00 so we left the house a bit after noon. We had to stop by CVS to pick up a prescription, then we had to wait 15 minutes for the DART bus, so we got to the game six minutes into the first period. The Stars had already scored their only goal by the time we took our seats. But we had awesome seats...complete with a waitress to take our order should we desire something. We had a gift card for Luna de Noche and planned to eat there after the game so we didn't partake of the waitress' services at the game. But how nice to have that option! Anyway...once the game ended we walked to Luna de Noche...WHICH WAS CLOSED! I was somewhat pissed...and hungry! We walked on and ended up at Hard Rock Cafe where I enjoyed a nice salad and a Bud Light while Ronnie munched on a turkey burger. We walked the remainder of the way to the West End DART station and caught a train back to Garland where we arrived at our car at 7:00 p.m. We then drove to Waffle House in Mesquite so that I could meet my cousin Sharon and pass on a couple of bottles of wildberry shiraz. We left there at 9:00 and drove home where I took a bath, laid out my work clothes for the next day, unpacked a pendant light that had been delivered while we were gone, and did a couple of other things (took pills, drank a coke, etc.). As I lay back on my pillow I looked toward the ceiling where the time is projected and it less than lovingly screamed at me, "It's 1:15 a.m. you ding dong. You have to work tomorrow. You need to get some sleep!"
So I ask you now, what is the thing called a weekend? I think I was supposed to have one but don't have a clue what in the hell happened to it!
Okay...five more days and I will try it again!
The cake:
The boys and their calzones:
Appa, the newest member of the Durbin clan:
