I found out yesterday that subtle hints do work. But only with the female population. It is true. God may have made man first, but He tried again to take care of the qualities He forgot the first time around.
My lovely sitter substitute that I spoke of earlier returned yesterday. I am not entirely sure the kids were too excited, but they faked it pretty well.
If you remember, I was in a quandary about how to pay her for doing things I didn't ask her to do. We had just resolved to pay her a healthy tip for last Thursday and I decided that I would leave 2 specific tasks for her to do that I really needed done.
I had planned on mentioning these to her when she asked what she could do for me.
But she didn't ask.
And I was running late to work. And it was crummy weather, so I figured she would have her hands full entertaining the kids inside the house.
But I guess the systematically divided clean laundry-shirts in one pile and pants in another pile-along with 3 kinds of hangers neatly displayed on the small couch, along with the ironing board, iron, and starch perching curiously close to the small couch was just too much of that subtle hint I was discussing!
Only knowing roughly how much I would be paying her for the 2 days of childcare and other stuff, I stopped by the bank for the cash. I felt like such a high-roller carrying all that cash!
I arrived home to find the kids watching tv. Hmmm, that is how I left them earlier that morning. A quick and casual visual sweep of the area while greeting everyone revealed that I might be giving up all the cash.
Clean kitchen, all dishes put away, beds made, floor swept, trash gathered (that girl likes an empty trashcan!), piles straightened (oh, I forgot to look upstairs but will report back later!), and the crowning glory.....
Half of my laundry pile had disappeared!
Praise the Lord!
Really!
I love neatly ironed clothes. I just don't like doing it. And since you can only hit the fluff cycle so many times on the dryer before your clothes will need to be donated to the Little Family (remember that cute book about that mouse family!). And since I like to let my laundry simmer on the couch for days so that the wrinkles are just so.
Well, let's just say, that pile grows like a bad pimple on your nose. You know it is there. You try to make it blend in. But eventually, you have to attack it.
So now, I only have half of the laundry to iron and my house is as clean as it can stay with 2 young ones.
She seemed to graciously accept the cash I gave her. I consulted with several people prior to paying her and feel good about her earnings for the 2 days.
We ended on a good note with the kids giving her hugs and kisses before she left.
But don't mistake the obviousness of Anysa's comment to me, in front of her, during our earlier conversation.
"Mommy, WHEN is S coming back?! She has been with Mickey Mouse LONG ENOUGH!"
We will see her tomorrow!
Stacey
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Put your requests in now for the Firecracker Fairy!
Click on "Janice and Susan" (5minutesformom) on my sidebar or on the link above and sign up for all the neat prizes in their 4th of July contest!!
Never heard of the Firecracker Fairy, you say?
Why you poor thang!
Back in junior high (when there only used to be elementary, junior high, and high school!!!), I got my first visit from the Firecracker Fairy. What fun!
The tradition continued in some form or another over the years. I knew once I had kids that I wanted another excuse for them to receive surprises. So, I sprinkled some Fairy Dust into the air with my request and Anysa received her first surprise at the age of 6 months!
Stacey
p.s. I have decided to download all my picture cd's on our computer and should have a picture of the event to add here soon!
Friday, June 22, 2007
How much is that doggie in the window?
Just consider this another entry into Luke's scrapbook album since I have NOT.EVEN.STARTED his 1st year album. Maybe this makes him and Anysa almost even since I did not know about this bloggity thing back then.
She has an album. He has my blog.
Goodness gracious, help me if I do ever have a 3rd and then he becomes the ultra neglected middle child!
OK, I promise I will start his album before he starts kindergarten!
There is actually a true story here, so let's begin!
Several weeks ago, I was picking up the kids from P's house. I walked through the garage and into the house. On my way through, I saw the turquoise rope laying on the floor. After conversation and much cohersion getting my kids to leave the "fun house", we headed back out the garage entry. On the way out, Luke picked up the turquoise rope which I then realized was a harness and leash.
"Is that Daisy's old leash?"
(See, I remembered she was in a new cage because of growing, so I assumed the same for a leash.)
Silly me!
"No, that is what I used for Luke while we were at S's basketball camp today."
Brain scanning quickly for what to say.
"Um, WHAT?" (nervous laughter)
"Yea, it used to belong to S #2"
(Well, she didn't say S #2 but since all her kids start with the letter S, well, you can see my problem.)
"You put a LEASH on my child?"
"I didn't want to lose him with all the kids running around."
"Wait, don't tell me anymore. If it had been anyone else but you I might have been really upset." :) (real laughter!)
The following week, 2+ weeks post surgery and the week after grandparents, we had started experiencing toileting issues again after extreme success with #1 and relative success with #2. I was getting quite upset. Cleaning full on p**p underwear EVERY.DARN.DAY does not make me a happy person. AND THEN, for several days, he decided to mark his territory by peeing through his clothes and ON.MY.CARPET!!
Now combine that with his new found sensitive sense of smell and we might have ourselves a new puppy.
Thank goodness cuz Anysa really wants a dog when she turns 6 in 6 months and I had not been able to think of a good enough excuse to go back on my promise.
I may be saved!
She has an album. He has my blog.
Goodness gracious, help me if I do ever have a 3rd and then he becomes the ultra neglected middle child!
OK, I promise I will start his album before he starts kindergarten!
There is actually a true story here, so let's begin!
Several weeks ago, I was picking up the kids from P's house. I walked through the garage and into the house. On my way through, I saw the turquoise rope laying on the floor. After conversation and much cohersion getting my kids to leave the "fun house", we headed back out the garage entry. On the way out, Luke picked up the turquoise rope which I then realized was a harness and leash.
"Is that Daisy's old leash?"
(See, I remembered she was in a new cage because of growing, so I assumed the same for a leash.)
Silly me!
"No, that is what I used for Luke while we were at S's basketball camp today."
Brain scanning quickly for what to say.
"Um, WHAT?" (nervous laughter)
"Yea, it used to belong to S #2"
(Well, she didn't say S #2 but since all her kids start with the letter S, well, you can see my problem.)
"You put a LEASH on my child?"
"I didn't want to lose him with all the kids running around."
"Wait, don't tell me anymore. If it had been anyone else but you I might have been really upset." :) (real laughter!)
The following week, 2+ weeks post surgery and the week after grandparents, we had started experiencing toileting issues again after extreme success with #1 and relative success with #2. I was getting quite upset. Cleaning full on p**p underwear EVERY.DARN.DAY does not make me a happy person. AND THEN, for several days, he decided to mark his territory by peeing through his clothes and ON.MY.CARPET!!
Now combine that with his new found sensitive sense of smell and we might have ourselves a new puppy.
Thank goodness cuz Anysa really wants a dog when she turns 6 in 6 months and I had not been able to think of a good enough excuse to go back on my promise.
I may be saved!
Dilemmas & Dreams really do come true!
My regular summer sitter is gone for a week so I had to find a replacement for yesterday (Thursday) and next Tuesday. Typically, I am a responsible, plan-in-advance person, but I was a little lax in getting my sub. Like maybe I waited until Monday afternoon to start making phone calls. I have several back ups, but seems that they were all back outs this time.
Panic set in when I still couldn't find anyone by Wednesday afternoon. I had several unreturned phone calls and was really holding out hope. Not good.
I happened to receive a phone call from my neighbor about something unrelated and mentioned my problem. She would be thinking for me as well. About 4 pm, she called and said her husband's best friend's wife would be willing to do it. After asking a few questions and getting her phone number, the deal was made. I trust my neighbor as far as the safety of my children. OK, maybe I was still a little mom-nervous about someone I completely did not know staying with my kids all day.
Before calling her and while still talking on phone with my neighbor, I jokingly mentioned that maybe I could get her to do some other things for me around here. Neighbor said "oh she probably would be happy to make extra money". Later, I will wonder if that got mentioned to the new sitter.
My regular summer sitter is a lovely, highly responsible young lady. 12 years old. You can call me crazy that I leave my 2 kids with a 12 year old all day in my home 2 days a week. But if you do, then you obviously don't have one of these kinds of 12 years in your life. Here are her qualifications: oldest of 4 kids, raised by an extremely organized mom who teaches her children self-responsibility at a young age (and who happens to be my friend P!), very intelligent, loves kids, still enjoys playing with young kids, knows how to cook/clean/do laundry/whatever you can think of. P lives about 2 miles away. All I ask of summer sitter is to play with kids and feed kids. They love her (and all the kids in P's family) and listen to her. I feel good about it! And by golly, I was The Ultimate Babysitter, so I know good baby-sitting when I see it.
Now, I am not a high roller when it comes to paying sitters. I got extremely spoiled by the low fee-for-service request by my friend P and then my next adult sitter. New substitute sitter agreed to my pay out, so I was happy. She doesn't have a job, so maybe it sounded good to her.
Talked to her on phone. Lovely. She arrived right on time. Lovely. She seemed to warm up to kids quickly. Lovely. She asked follow-up questions to my household review. Lovely. (And she didn't roll her eyes when I presented my typed review of the house and kids!)
The night before I had gleefully mentioned to hubby that maybe I could pay her a little extra to finish my ironing and maybe even mop. He said, "No, let's pay our car insurance instead." Whatever. Where are his priorities?! So, I sadly put away the mound of ironing and straightened up and had him vacuum prior to her coming the next day.
As I am showing her around, she asked at least twice if there was anything she could do for me. I choked down my desired words and said to just take care of the kids and relax while they nap. "Do you need me to vacuum for you?" Looking at the vacuum lines in the carpet, I said, "No, he did it last night?". The nagging tug in my head started right then.
I arrived home to find kids happy (but with no nap; later that would be a discipline issue for my children because of their saying "no" to her. a big no no!) and found my home curiously cleaner and pile-free. She had cleaned my kitchen (which by the way was already clean with clean dishes in dishwasher), unloaded my dishes, put away the toy pile in the hall, put away toys upstairs, made both kids' beds, straightened their rooms, emptied several trash cans, swept kitchen floor, and straightened everything on back porch.
Wow, of course, I am totally grateful.
But, it is how she mentioned a few of the things she did, that made the nagging tug a reality. By the way, she did NOT point out everything that I mentioned above. Most of those things I discovered as I made my rounds later. Knowing I would probably find what I found.
Again, she was lovely and I secured her for next Tuesday. It is just that I have a hard time when someone does something AND mentions it in that way that says, "hey, look what I did for you and don't you want to acknowledge what I did by paying me extra." Of course, I will thankfully put a little extra in her payment because I am grateful. It is just that nagging feeling that is bugging me. So, I told hubby, "You know, she did those things expecting me to pay her for it. So, if that is going to happen anyway, I would rather have her do the specific things that I really need done and feel good about paying her extra." Agreed!
She is coming Tuesday. I am leaving mopping and ironing on her list after kids (which totally come first!).
I am paying her for both days of childcare and chores.
In cash.
She will be a reliable sub for the future. But I think I like my 12-year old better!
Oh yea, the dilemma part!
Am I a bad person for feeling that nagging feeling that I feel?
Oh, and...
Do I tell my hubby that he ate a meatless meal last night?
As far as dreams really coming true...
I upgraded Anysa's bicycle yesterday. She had 2 already. Bike #1 was her original bike that was the smaller one with training wheels that had been passed down to Luke prior to his new Spiderman bike. She was riding it again because she could without the training wheels. But her knees always rose to her ears.
But she could pedal like a hamster, I am telling ya!
Bike #2 is her larger Schwinn I scored from my neighbor for $10. We had to put training wheels on it, but she loved it. Now, bike #3 is a resale shop purchase for $6.99 that I picked up yesterday on my way home. Pink. Disney Princess. Just a few boo boo's on it. The size between the other two. No training wheels.
As she was riding it like a pro last night, she yelled across the road to me,
"Mom, this is the bike I always dreamed of! It is the right size and it is a princess bike! I love it!"
Just add Dream Whisperer to my list of accomplishments!
Stacey
Panic set in when I still couldn't find anyone by Wednesday afternoon. I had several unreturned phone calls and was really holding out hope. Not good.
I happened to receive a phone call from my neighbor about something unrelated and mentioned my problem. She would be thinking for me as well. About 4 pm, she called and said her husband's best friend's wife would be willing to do it. After asking a few questions and getting her phone number, the deal was made. I trust my neighbor as far as the safety of my children. OK, maybe I was still a little mom-nervous about someone I completely did not know staying with my kids all day.
Before calling her and while still talking on phone with my neighbor, I jokingly mentioned that maybe I could get her to do some other things for me around here. Neighbor said "oh she probably would be happy to make extra money". Later, I will wonder if that got mentioned to the new sitter.
My regular summer sitter is a lovely, highly responsible young lady. 12 years old. You can call me crazy that I leave my 2 kids with a 12 year old all day in my home 2 days a week. But if you do, then you obviously don't have one of these kinds of 12 years in your life. Here are her qualifications: oldest of 4 kids, raised by an extremely organized mom who teaches her children self-responsibility at a young age (and who happens to be my friend P!), very intelligent, loves kids, still enjoys playing with young kids, knows how to cook/clean/do laundry/whatever you can think of. P lives about 2 miles away. All I ask of summer sitter is to play with kids and feed kids. They love her (and all the kids in P's family) and listen to her. I feel good about it! And by golly, I was The Ultimate Babysitter, so I know good baby-sitting when I see it.
Now, I am not a high roller when it comes to paying sitters. I got extremely spoiled by the low fee-for-service request by my friend P and then my next adult sitter. New substitute sitter agreed to my pay out, so I was happy. She doesn't have a job, so maybe it sounded good to her.
Talked to her on phone. Lovely. She arrived right on time. Lovely. She seemed to warm up to kids quickly. Lovely. She asked follow-up questions to my household review. Lovely. (And she didn't roll her eyes when I presented my typed review of the house and kids!)
The night before I had gleefully mentioned to hubby that maybe I could pay her a little extra to finish my ironing and maybe even mop. He said, "No, let's pay our car insurance instead." Whatever. Where are his priorities?! So, I sadly put away the mound of ironing and straightened up and had him vacuum prior to her coming the next day.
As I am showing her around, she asked at least twice if there was anything she could do for me. I choked down my desired words and said to just take care of the kids and relax while they nap. "Do you need me to vacuum for you?" Looking at the vacuum lines in the carpet, I said, "No, he did it last night?". The nagging tug in my head started right then.
I arrived home to find kids happy (but with no nap; later that would be a discipline issue for my children because of their saying "no" to her. a big no no!) and found my home curiously cleaner and pile-free. She had cleaned my kitchen (which by the way was already clean with clean dishes in dishwasher), unloaded my dishes, put away the toy pile in the hall, put away toys upstairs, made both kids' beds, straightened their rooms, emptied several trash cans, swept kitchen floor, and straightened everything on back porch.
Wow, of course, I am totally grateful.
But, it is how she mentioned a few of the things she did, that made the nagging tug a reality. By the way, she did NOT point out everything that I mentioned above. Most of those things I discovered as I made my rounds later. Knowing I would probably find what I found.
Again, she was lovely and I secured her for next Tuesday. It is just that I have a hard time when someone does something AND mentions it in that way that says, "hey, look what I did for you and don't you want to acknowledge what I did by paying me extra." Of course, I will thankfully put a little extra in her payment because I am grateful. It is just that nagging feeling that is bugging me. So, I told hubby, "You know, she did those things expecting me to pay her for it. So, if that is going to happen anyway, I would rather have her do the specific things that I really need done and feel good about paying her extra." Agreed!
She is coming Tuesday. I am leaving mopping and ironing on her list after kids (which totally come first!).
I am paying her for both days of childcare and chores.
In cash.
She will be a reliable sub for the future. But I think I like my 12-year old better!
Oh yea, the dilemma part!
Am I a bad person for feeling that nagging feeling that I feel?
Oh, and...
Do I tell my hubby that he ate a meatless meal last night?
As far as dreams really coming true...
I upgraded Anysa's bicycle yesterday. She had 2 already. Bike #1 was her original bike that was the smaller one with training wheels that had been passed down to Luke prior to his new Spiderman bike. She was riding it again because she could without the training wheels. But her knees always rose to her ears.
But she could pedal like a hamster, I am telling ya!
Bike #2 is her larger Schwinn I scored from my neighbor for $10. We had to put training wheels on it, but she loved it. Now, bike #3 is a resale shop purchase for $6.99 that I picked up yesterday on my way home. Pink. Disney Princess. Just a few boo boo's on it. The size between the other two. No training wheels.
As she was riding it like a pro last night, she yelled across the road to me,
"Mom, this is the bike I always dreamed of! It is the right size and it is a princess bike! I love it!"
Just add Dream Whisperer to my list of accomplishments!
Stacey
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
It's a wrap. Sorry, I will not be accepting bribes!
I know each of you have been sitting on the edge of your computer chairs each time you click on. Will she? Won't she? Will she? Won't she?
Well, here it is.
A story about The Power Bodywrap.
Pictures, you ask! Surely, you jest! They are carefully stored on my friend's camera. And knowing her, it is unlikely she even knows how to get them off the camera. Not mean, just true. Just ask her :)
And then you are probably asking why would you take pictures.
Um, good question!
So, P and I can hardly wait to pamper ourselves that day! We have only been talking about it for over 2 weeks prior.
Pampering might not be the right word for what we experienced. Torture is too strong, but you think of something in between and go with it!
Giddily we walk through the door not aware of what awaits us. Fill out obligatory paperwork and sign on dotted line that we agree to not hold them liable for anything. Ever. Meet Viet. Young, really muscular, really nice young man. Did I say young already? No seriously, he was totally professional and funny and if, after reading this, you decide you still want one for yourself then I highly recommend this place and him. Because if you are gonna have the junk, sweat, and money squeezed out of ya, you might as well have someone that can really put muscle into it!
Here is the progression:
* Talk about our body issues; areas we want most improvement.
* Undress down to undies and sports bra. You can also do a swimsuit. Put on luxurious robe and slippers. See, the pampering deception starts early!
And right here, many are saying, "you did what?!" But come on, do you not show just as much at the pool?
* Do a detox shooter.
* Viet takes our measurements and we take "before" pics.
* Wrap begins. Which means being tightly, tightly, tightly wrapped from toes to head in ace bandages soaked in some detox solution. There is comedy here that can't even come close to being shared via the Internet. There was wrapping around body parts, between body parts. There was major uplift in many places!
* Waddle to post-wrap room.
* Get sprayed down with more detox liquid.
* Get on the Gazelle to "relax" and pass the time watching a movie while gently moving on the machine. This was not about exercise but about keeping our circulation going since every major vein and artery had been significantly been compressed.
* More spraying, more moving.
* Unwrap ace bandages, get on robe and slippers.
* Get dressed.
* Get results and post-wrap instructions.
* Pay the bill. Thinking you should do that first!
Results:
I lost 16 3/8 inches. P lost 15+ inches.
I don't like to brag, but in case you couldn't tell just by admiring my body!
The Truth:
It is NOT, NOT a pampering experience. Please use your money for a great massage, mani, pedi, etc! You could do all three for the same price as one body wrap of this proportion.
It is NOT, NOT comfortable. In fact, P and I were both experiencing back pain from the posture we were wrapped in.
My theory is (and it is, just my theory) that if you are lucky enough to be someone with less, let's say, "junk in your trunk", then results might be more readily observed. Seriously, I do think that if you are skinnier than most, you will more than likely see good results. I did feel that my thighs looked slightly different and the cellulite was smoother. P did not feel like she saw any changes. Overall, not enough changes for either of us to warrant doing it again.
Everyone involved was polite and professional.
P and I decided that instead of regretting the experience too much, we would just remember all the great laughs we took from it! Cuz there ain't funny until you have seen your friend and yourself waddle around in a "body cast"!
Stacey
Well, here it is.
A story about The Power Bodywrap.
Pictures, you ask! Surely, you jest! They are carefully stored on my friend's camera. And knowing her, it is unlikely she even knows how to get them off the camera. Not mean, just true. Just ask her :)
And then you are probably asking why would you take pictures.
Um, good question!
So, P and I can hardly wait to pamper ourselves that day! We have only been talking about it for over 2 weeks prior.
Pampering might not be the right word for what we experienced. Torture is too strong, but you think of something in between and go with it!
Giddily we walk through the door not aware of what awaits us. Fill out obligatory paperwork and sign on dotted line that we agree to not hold them liable for anything. Ever. Meet Viet. Young, really muscular, really nice young man. Did I say young already? No seriously, he was totally professional and funny and if, after reading this, you decide you still want one for yourself then I highly recommend this place and him. Because if you are gonna have the junk, sweat, and money squeezed out of ya, you might as well have someone that can really put muscle into it!
Here is the progression:
* Talk about our body issues; areas we want most improvement.
* Undress down to undies and sports bra. You can also do a swimsuit. Put on luxurious robe and slippers. See, the pampering deception starts early!
And right here, many are saying, "you did what?!" But come on, do you not show just as much at the pool?
* Do a detox shooter.
* Viet takes our measurements and we take "before" pics.
* Wrap begins. Which means being tightly, tightly, tightly wrapped from toes to head in ace bandages soaked in some detox solution. There is comedy here that can't even come close to being shared via the Internet. There was wrapping around body parts, between body parts. There was major uplift in many places!
* Waddle to post-wrap room.
* Get sprayed down with more detox liquid.
* Get on the Gazelle to "relax" and pass the time watching a movie while gently moving on the machine. This was not about exercise but about keeping our circulation going since every major vein and artery had been significantly been compressed.
* More spraying, more moving.
* Unwrap ace bandages, get on robe and slippers.
* Get dressed.
* Get results and post-wrap instructions.
* Pay the bill. Thinking you should do that first!
Results:
I lost 16 3/8 inches. P lost 15+ inches.
I don't like to brag, but in case you couldn't tell just by admiring my body!
The Truth:
It is NOT, NOT a pampering experience. Please use your money for a great massage, mani, pedi, etc! You could do all three for the same price as one body wrap of this proportion.
It is NOT, NOT comfortable. In fact, P and I were both experiencing back pain from the posture we were wrapped in.
My theory is (and it is, just my theory) that if you are lucky enough to be someone with less, let's say, "junk in your trunk", then results might be more readily observed. Seriously, I do think that if you are skinnier than most, you will more than likely see good results. I did feel that my thighs looked slightly different and the cellulite was smoother. P did not feel like she saw any changes. Overall, not enough changes for either of us to warrant doing it again.
Everyone involved was polite and professional.
P and I decided that instead of regretting the experience too much, we would just remember all the great laughs we took from it! Cuz there ain't funny until you have seen your friend and yourself waddle around in a "body cast"!
Stacey
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem. Oh and by the way, give me some of the good stuff.
Oh, I know you are thinking "Come on, can you not even think of your own cute title that you have to go and steal from Kenny!"
Well, no I can't.
And, oh yay I did.
Oh my the good stuff. Where to start telling ya'll about all the good stuff from Saturday night. Should I start with how it has been raining and pouring and raining and pouring in our big city for 40 days and 40 nights. Or maybe just a few days, but come on already! But no big deal really cuz there was no way it was going to rain on our date night with Kenny and Sugarland.
Make-up, check. Hair, check. Jeans, check. T-shirt, check, Jewelry, check. Hat, check. Flip flops, check. Tickets, oh BIG CHECK!
So I picked up Golda and her breast pump and wished her hubby good luck with twins 1 (3 years) and twins 2 (6 months) as we flip flop boogied outta there. Ok, so he had a grandma and a mom there to help him, but you were so starting to feel sorry for him! Jennifer was my next pick up and we did not even have to go to the door, as she escaped, leaving her hubby with their 3 year old and 15 week old. He is a good man, a good man indeed.
Our plan was simple. Leave early, drive closer to stadium, eat dinner, get there in time for Sugarland and ole' what's his name. Just kidding Jen! Eating went well cuz Cantina Laredo knows how to do margharitas. The waiter could have worked our table a little faster, but we weren't too worried. Yet. Leave the restaurant. Rain. Swoosh, swoosh. Drive to stadium. Rain. Swoosh, swoosh. Traffic. Red blinking traffic lights. Rain. Officials in yellow slickers directing traffic. Rain. I am thinking this might not be looking so good.
We puttered along, passing the time with picture-taking and good laughing. Good laughing!
FINALLY, we made it to the road next to the stadium, only to have Golda roll down the window and let sounds of WHAT! Sugarland! No.They.Are.Not! Seriously, did they let the first act play her one hit and then boot her off the stage? Oh well, we were so close to the parking lot and surely Sugarland was still early in it's set.
Big directing-traffic dude starts walking over to cars, waving his arms wildly, yelling,
"Ya'll just need to turn around now. The lots are full. Just turn around now. Go look for parking over there."
Seriously! Ok, here is where I interrupt my story for my soapbox commentary. Frisco, get a grip! You may want to be like big D. You may have some money like big D. You may think you are already like big D. Well, newsflash, you ain't! Don't host what you can't support in terms of traffic and parking. I will give you the weather issue this time, but still!
Off soapbox.
So we, and everyone else, drove "over there" and found a mud spot to park the car. We then power walked a good 1+ miles to the stadium, listening to 80's rock music. Made a quick bathroom stop. Do you even need me to describe the bathroom situation? Let's just say nice people were sharing their antibacterial lotion.
And then there was Kenny!
Nice cool breeze, no rain, good music.
Oh, and the people. And it is not that I don't get out much. I just like watching people and well, they made my job easy. One gal, I do really believe she was trying to test the durability of her "adopted girls" with all that gyration and such. Young girls these days!
And just because I like to make sure to keep my readers educated, did you know:
* cell phones, not lighters
* no encores. really!
We sat there watching people leave, kinda snickering. Jokes on us. No encores. No "Thanks! Ya'll have been great!" then come back for a few more songs. Nope!
Probably my most amusing part of the night was listening to Kenny sing "give me some of the good stuff" as Golda sat beside me and pumped under the big red rain jacket. Swoosh, swoosh ;) You are a good momma, girl!
Next time girls, we are all about the Marriott concert package!
Stacey
p.s. and for those of you all excited thinking you were finally gonna get to see "the bangs", well, bangs and rain are not the best of friends. sorry!
Well, no I can't.
And, oh yay I did.
Oh my the good stuff. Where to start telling ya'll about all the good stuff from Saturday night. Should I start with how it has been raining and pouring and raining and pouring in our big city for 40 days and 40 nights. Or maybe just a few days, but come on already! But no big deal really cuz there was no way it was going to rain on our date night with Kenny and Sugarland.
Make-up, check. Hair, check. Jeans, check. T-shirt, check, Jewelry, check. Hat, check. Flip flops, check. Tickets, oh BIG CHECK!
So I picked up Golda and her breast pump and wished her hubby good luck with twins 1 (3 years) and twins 2 (6 months) as we flip flop boogied outta there. Ok, so he had a grandma and a mom there to help him, but you were so starting to feel sorry for him! Jennifer was my next pick up and we did not even have to go to the door, as she escaped, leaving her hubby with their 3 year old and 15 week old. He is a good man, a good man indeed.
Our plan was simple. Leave early, drive closer to stadium, eat dinner, get there in time for Sugarland and ole' what's his name. Just kidding Jen! Eating went well cuz Cantina Laredo knows how to do margharitas. The waiter could have worked our table a little faster, but we weren't too worried. Yet. Leave the restaurant. Rain. Swoosh, swoosh. Drive to stadium. Rain. Swoosh, swoosh. Traffic. Red blinking traffic lights. Rain. Officials in yellow slickers directing traffic. Rain. I am thinking this might not be looking so good.
We puttered along, passing the time with picture-taking and good laughing. Good laughing!
FINALLY, we made it to the road next to the stadium, only to have Golda roll down the window and let sounds of WHAT! Sugarland! No.They.Are.Not! Seriously, did they let the first act play her one hit and then boot her off the stage? Oh well, we were so close to the parking lot and surely Sugarland was still early in it's set.
Big directing-traffic dude starts walking over to cars, waving his arms wildly, yelling,
"Ya'll just need to turn around now. The lots are full. Just turn around now. Go look for parking over there."
Seriously! Ok, here is where I interrupt my story for my soapbox commentary. Frisco, get a grip! You may want to be like big D. You may have some money like big D. You may think you are already like big D. Well, newsflash, you ain't! Don't host what you can't support in terms of traffic and parking. I will give you the weather issue this time, but still!
Off soapbox.
So we, and everyone else, drove "over there" and found a mud spot to park the car. We then power walked a good 1+ miles to the stadium, listening to 80's rock music. Made a quick bathroom stop. Do you even need me to describe the bathroom situation? Let's just say nice people were sharing their antibacterial lotion.
And then there was Kenny!
Nice cool breeze, no rain, good music.
Oh, and the people. And it is not that I don't get out much. I just like watching people and well, they made my job easy. One gal, I do really believe she was trying to test the durability of her "adopted girls" with all that gyration and such. Young girls these days!
And just because I like to make sure to keep my readers educated, did you know:
* cell phones, not lighters
* no encores. really!
We sat there watching people leave, kinda snickering. Jokes on us. No encores. No "Thanks! Ya'll have been great!" then come back for a few more songs. Nope!
Probably my most amusing part of the night was listening to Kenny sing "give me some of the good stuff" as Golda sat beside me and pumped under the big red rain jacket. Swoosh, swoosh ;) You are a good momma, girl!
Next time girls, we are all about the Marriott concert package!
Stacey
p.s. and for those of you all excited thinking you were finally gonna get to see "the bangs", well, bangs and rain are not the best of friends. sorry!
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