Awesome Annabella: June 2014


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June 4, 2014: If My Thighs Could Talk

Get your head out of the gutter. My thighs are talking because my drill sargeant has come back from maternity leave and put them back to work after a month of my typical couch potato antics.

Today, the troops clogged up a local road with strollers and moving bodies. It's amazing how much space a couple of strollers can take up. Unfortunately, a driver dinged a parked car in her attempts to navigate around us. I didn't see any damage, which is probably a good thing since she drove off without leaving a note. (We may have scared her. A lot of women wandering around with little kids can do that.)

Of course, we lost half of our team before we got to the drill sargeant part of our morning. One friend had a spider bite on her toe that needed more attention than she realized. Another chased her down to give her something before she got away. And a third needed to visit a hair care specialist. Bailing out may have been fortuitous as our planned exercise destination was closed for renovations. The rest of us walked a little more before calling it a day. I wonder what excitement awaits for our next get together...

June 24, 2014: Summer, Summer, Summer...

Summer descended a couple of days ago, but the business and rushing had already begun. I spent most of last week preparing my house to welcome visitors, and then welcoming them. The thing about house guests is how demanding they can be even when they claim they are easy going.

Being easy going implies that you might allow someone to finish breakfast without repeatedly referencing something you think needs done until they stand up from the table to perform the task. Grinning at them as you declare that it could have waited belies your words.

Grumbling that you want to do something after being asked what you want to do and waving off suggestions also fails to prove easy going. I realize some people ask what you want to do without caring to follow through, but I am not one of those people.

The other annoyance that seems to crop up when I am in the company of others revolves around the fact that people refuse to listen to me. I am surprisingly well-versed in a variety of subjects, so listening to me could prove beneficial. *shrug* Not my loss, right?

In other news, my guests pulled out of the driveway this morning. Time to go get my craft station set up again. *toddles off*



June 30, 2014: More Hobbits, Please

This weekend featured another whirlwind trip to the Shire and the Burg. Such trips never fail to provide nuggets of entertainment.

During a visit to the rest stop, I was in a stall minding my own business when a harried mother wandered in with her children. The little girl in the stall next to me proceeded to make a very relieved "Ahhhhhhhh" sound. I giggled because using the bathroom really can be quite a relief: "Plop, plop, whiz, whiz, oh what a relief it is."

Our first real stop placed us at my brother's house. I opened the car door and stepped out to be hugged by my nephew. My niece didn't offer me a hug until I made a sad face when she hugged my husband goodbye. Of course, they spent most of the visit smothering their father, so I guess he is the one I should be jealous of. Since my brother spends his days being both mother and father to his kids, he started encouraging us to wander off. We decided to kill time at Dairy Queen because someone is addicted *points at self*.

After scarfing down a Blizzard, I surprised by best friend/cousin. My husband took a nap while we commentated on where people from high school are now. She also reassured me that the black ink on her hands was from dying a 70 year old man's hair. He showed up before we left and tried to convince us to start a band. When that band gets started, the world will need better earplugs since he nominated me as one of the vocalists.

From there we got to visit my aunt briefly before my west coast hobbits let me know they would soon be stopping at the illustrious Eat-n-Park. With four mini hobbits loaded up with milk shakes, hilarity was bound to ensue. My co-hobbit Mike convinced his children to shake their booties at me. They quickly lost interest in us and started fighting amongst themselves though, which wrapped up the hobbit reunion. *sad face*

We spent about half a day with the in-laws, which is always an experience. Luckily, they didn't try to stuff me until food poured out my ears this time. They did express discontent at me not wanting a five course breakfast, but that is pretty normal. Then we raced home so we could go hard at work today. While the husband spent extra time at the office today, I scrubbed the floor in the living room, worked on some crafts, and even washed a couple of loads of laundry. Yeah, my weekend was more exciting than my Monday...as per usual.



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