Dawn's Digression.
Monday, December 19, 2005
The Endless Saturday
Wow, I haven’t blogged in almost a week! I know you must be terribly disappointed. I keep thinking of stuff to blog about, I just haven’t gotten around to it. Hmmm…where to start… We’ll start with decorating the Christmas tree and end with an IG epiphany.
Saturday was the endless day. I went over to my parent’s to help Mom get ready for the extended family Christmas. Probably the highlight of all of that was the Christmas ornament I found that Alex painted. This thing is awful, you guys. Hideous. I wish I had taken a picture of it. I’ll try to remember to do that next weekend. Anyway, Mom and I were laughing SO hard at this ornament. When Mom realized Alex was 11 when he painted it, it became even funnier. I have dubbed the ornament “The South Park Angel”. As Alex’s big sister, I owe him certain things. This is why I placed the ornament smack dab in the middle of the tree inside a wreath and surrounded by 5 lights. If you can’t humiliate your little brother, who CAN you humiliate?
I had forgotten that I needed bake rum cakes for Thanksmas (Family Xmas). I realized this Saturday morning. Then I also realized that LeeAnn’s party was Saturday night. Oy. I ended up baking until after 2am Saturday night. Then I lay in bed in read for a little bit. I think I must have passed out sometime after 3am. Anyway, I just bypassed the whole party at Lee’s, didn’t I?
It was kinda strange. First, she asked me to call her when I got close so she could tell me what house. I called. No answer. I called again. No answer. I weighed my options. I wanted to go home pretty bad. Instead I locked the car, and walked up to the house with the most cars. Fortunately, it was the right house. Lee hollered at me for being late. She swears I said I would be there at 7. It was 9. I accepted a jello shot and was forgiven. It was a little strange for me to go to a party where I didn’t know anyone. I knew LeeAnn and had met Cameo briefly in the past, but I’m not sure I count that as knowing someone. I knew Lee’s sister would be there, but she wasn’t there yet. I walked around a bunch and tried not to look uncomfortable. I did pretty well if I may say so myself. About 10:15 I tried to excuse myself, but Lee stopped me and wanted to know if I had spoken with Jami (her sister). I told her I spoke with Jami briefly and she was NOT satisfied. Lee went on this whole tirade about how her sister is smart, beautiful, skinny, an accountant, sweet, hot, wants kids…. I think she even told me our astrological signs are a good match or something. THEN she started in on how I need to marry Jami. Because then Lee and I would be sisters, and I could be part of her family, and OMG, she loves me so much and Jami and are perfect….Then someone mentioned a drinking game so she told me to hold on while she slammed a beer is something called a boat race. I had never heard of it. Something they did in rugby is what Jami said when I asked. Anyway, I did end up talking to Jami for a few minutes about the waxing moon, white zinfandel and cabernet. But we didn’t get married, in case you are wondering. I figure it would be best to at least go on a date with someone before getting married. Actually, Jami and I did spend an extended period of time cutting up a rug one night when I was single and at Sue’s solo. Does this count? I think not. So, Jami was whom Lee was trying to set me up with. I actually saw it coming from a mile away, but you never know what Lee is up to.
So, some chick from Match.com winked back at me. Not that I’ve written her, yet, but she winked. I’m easy to please. I keep telling myself I’ll write her. Every time I see the email I say, “I’ll write her tonight.” I just haven’t been feeling particularly witty lately. The last chick I exchanged emails with has internet-dumped me. Or at least I haven’t heard from her. In her defense, it did take me forever to write her back last time. Anyway, maybe I’ll write the new chick tonight. Riiiight.
Okay, so back to the party. It is so weird to see Lee as a grown up. She is pretty amazed herself. And a paramedic? WHAT? The world has gone askew. I am very proud of my LeeAnn, though. She’s grown up well. Bizarre. She once again asked me to go live in their little cabin in the mountains of Colorado. I can’t believe I don’t want to go.
Maybe I’ll fill you in on Thanksmas and IG epiphany later.
Saturday was the endless day. I went over to my parent’s to help Mom get ready for the extended family Christmas. Probably the highlight of all of that was the Christmas ornament I found that Alex painted. This thing is awful, you guys. Hideous. I wish I had taken a picture of it. I’ll try to remember to do that next weekend. Anyway, Mom and I were laughing SO hard at this ornament. When Mom realized Alex was 11 when he painted it, it became even funnier. I have dubbed the ornament “The South Park Angel”. As Alex’s big sister, I owe him certain things. This is why I placed the ornament smack dab in the middle of the tree inside a wreath and surrounded by 5 lights. If you can’t humiliate your little brother, who CAN you humiliate?
I had forgotten that I needed bake rum cakes for Thanksmas (Family Xmas). I realized this Saturday morning. Then I also realized that LeeAnn’s party was Saturday night. Oy. I ended up baking until after 2am Saturday night. Then I lay in bed in read for a little bit. I think I must have passed out sometime after 3am. Anyway, I just bypassed the whole party at Lee’s, didn’t I?
It was kinda strange. First, she asked me to call her when I got close so she could tell me what house. I called. No answer. I called again. No answer. I weighed my options. I wanted to go home pretty bad. Instead I locked the car, and walked up to the house with the most cars. Fortunately, it was the right house. Lee hollered at me for being late. She swears I said I would be there at 7. It was 9. I accepted a jello shot and was forgiven. It was a little strange for me to go to a party where I didn’t know anyone. I knew LeeAnn and had met Cameo briefly in the past, but I’m not sure I count that as knowing someone. I knew Lee’s sister would be there, but she wasn’t there yet. I walked around a bunch and tried not to look uncomfortable. I did pretty well if I may say so myself. About 10:15 I tried to excuse myself, but Lee stopped me and wanted to know if I had spoken with Jami (her sister). I told her I spoke with Jami briefly and she was NOT satisfied. Lee went on this whole tirade about how her sister is smart, beautiful, skinny, an accountant, sweet, hot, wants kids…. I think she even told me our astrological signs are a good match or something. THEN she started in on how I need to marry Jami. Because then Lee and I would be sisters, and I could be part of her family, and OMG, she loves me so much and Jami and are perfect….Then someone mentioned a drinking game so she told me to hold on while she slammed a beer is something called a boat race. I had never heard of it. Something they did in rugby is what Jami said when I asked. Anyway, I did end up talking to Jami for a few minutes about the waxing moon, white zinfandel and cabernet. But we didn’t get married, in case you are wondering. I figure it would be best to at least go on a date with someone before getting married. Actually, Jami and I did spend an extended period of time cutting up a rug one night when I was single and at Sue’s solo. Does this count? I think not. So, Jami was whom Lee was trying to set me up with. I actually saw it coming from a mile away, but you never know what Lee is up to.
So, some chick from Match.com winked back at me. Not that I’ve written her, yet, but she winked. I’m easy to please. I keep telling myself I’ll write her. Every time I see the email I say, “I’ll write her tonight.” I just haven’t been feeling particularly witty lately. The last chick I exchanged emails with has internet-dumped me. Or at least I haven’t heard from her. In her defense, it did take me forever to write her back last time. Anyway, maybe I’ll write the new chick tonight. Riiiight.
Okay, so back to the party. It is so weird to see Lee as a grown up. She is pretty amazed herself. And a paramedic? WHAT? The world has gone askew. I am very proud of my LeeAnn, though. She’s grown up well. Bizarre. She once again asked me to go live in their little cabin in the mountains of Colorado. I can’t believe I don’t want to go.
Maybe I’ll fill you in on Thanksmas and IG epiphany later.
Dawn, 7:40 PM
