lovely

(who still uses the word trollop anyway...it was hilarious)

so, my party last night was perfect! it was the most perfect party ever :) it was just perfect. i know...thesaurus.com could have came in handy there...but, yeah.

my sister's races were canceled, so she was able to help with my grandma...they live within ten miles from each other. my kids best friend came after all, and they kept each other quite entertained throughout the night...and didn't even fight [too much]. i didn't wear the dress but that's ok. it was hot anyway...i wore a different sun dress that turned out to be, well, you guessed it, perfect.

i didn't go to sleep until 7:30 this morning only to be woken up at 8:30 by happy kids who wanted pancakes. i didn't want to waste the night by sleeping and the fact that i had great conversation to hold me awake that long just couldn't be thrown away...i'll take tired though; i just get to look forward to a good night of sleep the next night.

it was just a perfect day. well, the bruises i have from the wrestling match with my sis aren't that perfect, but i'll live.

today wasn't that great...

...most of the day i fought with my guy cuz i'm kinda bitchy when i'm stressed and p.m.s-ee. go figure. tonight, after he left, it got better...see illustration.

not dressed up, but at least i have a place to go

i bought the most perfect dress tonight. i told my guy and my dad that i was planning to wear it to my party; i figure i could look cute anyway--despite my annoyance with the whole thing. anyway, i told them both i was wearing a dress and they both basically laughed at me saying...you? in a dress? seriously?

i refuse to bring that dress back though. i bought it with the intent of wearing it to my party but now i'm feeling all weirded out by the whole thing. ya know what the selling point of the dress for me was? well, there were two...no wait, three actually. first, the price; it was on clearance. second, it hides my bony knees quite nicely and third, no bra. that's right. it's built in so i don't need one. that dress is awesome...now i just need to be the kind of girl who wears dresses.

screw the healthy thing...

we're having a party on saturday; half housewarming, half just for fun.

it's become quite apparent that my party is an excuse for everyone else to have a good time while i have a pretty normal, take care of it all sort of night. i have those every night, yay.

here's the update on my terrific party as of now (all of this was found out in the last 24 hours btw, hence my irritation):

i volunteered to babysit my nephew so my sister can go see some car race she really wants to see. i figured since i'll be here either way he can hang out until she comes over after the race thing. she's not sure what she's doing due right now and may just end up leaving him someplace else for the night so she can have more fun.

then there's my grandma. it looks like, as of right now, i will be making the 112 mile round trip to pick her up and bring her home that day. fine. i'm not complaining about it, it's just that no one else can help due to their plans to have their own fun...car races, motorcycles, plans to drink too much etc...

and now, my kids best friend won't be here. my nephew is iffy and the other boy coming definitely won't be here late, if he's here at all...mostly depending on if my nephew's coming. so basically, that leaves my kid who is not only disappointed, but will also be my whole responsibility that night...like normal. (fine, i understand, i have a kid and all, but i'm just asking for one night) putting her to bed early is impossible due to the fact we have played this up as a family party and i'm not about to be that selfish by telling her the we'll save some of the smores stuff her and i bought, or that we won't do too many sparklers while she's sleeping...that's just mean. so it will be her and a bunch of adults all day and all night...that oughta be fun for me...if you've ever hung out with a bored five year old, you'll know how much i'm dreading this...and if not, trust me, it's as bad as you probably think.

i understand people want to have their own fun, i do. i like fun too; in fact, i'm contemplating going dancing that night. i maybe sound selfish, but if you know me, you would know that this is like the first party i've had since i was about 18. i do nothing for my birthdays and did nothing for my college graduation...actually, for that, i got nothing but a card from my regulars at the restaurant i was working at at the time and didn't say a damn thing about it...so yeah, maybe i sound a bit self-centered but i was really excited about this (and with good reason i think), until like, last night... and don't get me wrong folks, i'm NOT mad at anyone at all, just a tad disappointed...and freshly disappointed at that, hence the need to bitch and moan.

i guess, what this all boils down to and leaves me with is the same old same old, i will be spending a bunch of money and hanging out with my kid...this time, i have to clean the whole house first though.

i'm addicted to the white stuff...sugar, that is

(one more foggy day pic...maybe)

stupid twizzlers.

i'm unable to not eat them.

two weeks is a super long time to stay healthy for.

go get 'em tiger...i mean garfield

(cabin)

(the fish house that has creeped me out since, well, all my life)

i'm writing first thing this morning because i'm feeling productive. well, i'm trying to feel productive...i'm actually still in bed watching spongebob squarepants. in a minute, or eleven, i will be getting up to do laundry and clean cabinets and toilets and dust and weed whip and sweep...see why i'm still in bed watching a silly little square sponge with a squeaky voice...? i am blogging though so, like i said, i can feel a little productive at least...ya know...jump startin the day and all--or somethin like that.

after this, i'm going to bed...

after three hours of fishin' i almost caught the big one. i saw him anyway. ended up with three small bass; they were fun to pull in nonetheless.

after twelve hours of sun i ended up nice and bronze. should've been burnt to a crisp, but i wasn't. i'm quite glow-ey, in a slightly brazilian sorta way.

after five beers i should've slept like a baby in the tent, but i bet i only slept about three hours. it was a night of listening to a fun band, noisy loons, chirpy crickets and whiny dogs...not to mention constant body cramps and waft of stinky dog.

after one small hour, sixty little minutes, of working with the kid on a two wheeler she became a pro. no more training wheels...just much more big kid confidence.

after forgetting my wallet with money, drivers and fishing license in it, i didn't run out of gas, get pulled over on the road or stopped on the lake by the d.n.r. --my dad borrowed me twenty bucks at the end of the weekend to get me home, and it got me here like it was sposed to.

after getting home and laying down, i realized just how fulfilling and perfect this weekend was.