No rest for the wicked
I saw "The Devil Wears Prada" last week and enjoyed it. It was fairly predictable, but entertaining. I didn't care for the ending, because it isn't what I would have chosen had I been the protagonist. But, hey. *shrug* Still a good flick. Made me want to start designing and sewing again. Yes, I had fancied being a designer as a young girl. I did sketches and sewed some of my own clothes.
I also drank way too much and made a spectable of myself at a local bar on Friday night being goofy with one of my girlfriends. Some long-haired local hippee was flirting with me. *shuddering* My friend truly enjoyed giving me grief over that one. Of course, a few dirty looks from Army of Dad and he stopped. ;)
I worked some and cleaned lots in anticipation of having a coach stay with us. Watched the races today. Ok, I slept for the final 40 laps, but I was REALLY tired. I want to smack Ryan Newman upside the head for messing with my man Kasey. He even screwed with Jeff Gordon some, too. I wasn't heartbroken that he screwed Tony Stewart, but I don't care either way in that one. We just kept thinking of how Seinfeld used to say "Newman." Sort of makes you laugh, doesn't it?
Anyway. My upstairs is clean. I can't say as much for my car. I tried to make El Capitan's grape jelly BQ sauce meatballs today. Well, Army of Dad made them. They tasted great - what we got to taste. *Sigh* Alas, on our way to meet the coaches tonight, I was driving like a bat out of hell and tipped the crock pot over and turned my car into a BBQ pit. Not a pretty picture. We joked that some kid is going to get his soccer ball and either lick it or tell his mom to feed him ribs for lunch because he can't understand why he has a craving for BBQ. I got much of it cleaned up, but we're heading for the detailer after soccer camp tomorrow.
Little Bit gets to do mini-kickers camp and she is very excited. I hope she likes it. She is going to be the cutest little thing out there.
I also drank way too much and made a spectable of myself at a local bar on Friday night being goofy with one of my girlfriends. Some long-haired local hippee was flirting with me. *shuddering* My friend truly enjoyed giving me grief over that one. Of course, a few dirty looks from Army of Dad and he stopped. ;)
I worked some and cleaned lots in anticipation of having a coach stay with us. Watched the races today. Ok, I slept for the final 40 laps, but I was REALLY tired. I want to smack Ryan Newman upside the head for messing with my man Kasey. He even screwed with Jeff Gordon some, too. I wasn't heartbroken that he screwed Tony Stewart, but I don't care either way in that one. We just kept thinking of how Seinfeld used to say "Newman." Sort of makes you laugh, doesn't it?
Anyway. My upstairs is clean. I can't say as much for my car. I tried to make El Capitan's grape jelly BQ sauce meatballs today. Well, Army of Dad made them. They tasted great - what we got to taste. *Sigh* Alas, on our way to meet the coaches tonight, I was driving like a bat out of hell and tipped the crock pot over and turned my car into a BBQ pit. Not a pretty picture. We joked that some kid is going to get his soccer ball and either lick it or tell his mom to feed him ribs for lunch because he can't understand why he has a craving for BBQ. I got much of it cleaned up, but we're heading for the detailer after soccer camp tomorrow.
Little Bit gets to do mini-kickers camp and she is very excited. I hope she likes it. She is going to be the cutest little thing out there.
2 Comments:
At 2:13 PM, July 17, 2006,
Anonymous said…
BBQ sauce spill in the van is much worse than my story...I had my son (14 at the time) carry a crock pot full of rice tatouille out to the van for a trip to a potluck. Too dumb to put it down to open the tailgate, he balanced it on some body part and then dropped it, shattering the crockpot and spilling veggie rice everywhere...and I had NOTHING for the potluck.
Then there's "doing a cookie..." the time we were off to a school meeting and Hubby set the plate of cookies on top of the Blazer in order to unlock the door...then forgot they were up there and off we went. The street loved the cookies. Now when we leave stuff on top and drive off, we call it "Doing a Cookie."
At 10:53 PM, July 17, 2006,
Army of Mom said…
Oh gees, you do feel the pain. Although the smell is the worst part of it. I think I need to stack some more balls back on top of it to mask that formerly wonderful aroma.
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