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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Weekend reportings

I have not been terribly prolific with the writing over the last few days but that is because I have been running around like a lunatic. Friday was really my only slightly low key day. I worked of course but then I went home where I HAD THE HOUSE TO MYSELF. Gotta love that. Then I watched "Bowling for Columbine" and did my toes. That was the extent of my evening. Perhaps it may seem a waste to let a perfectly good evening where I have no one to answer to go by like that but I love low key evenings and don't regret it a bit. Saturday more than made up for my lazy ways on Friday. I got up, cleaned the entire house top to bottom, front to back. Then I hopped in the shower and cleaned up before I went to Walmart and put yet another one of Sam Walton's kids through college. We had no food in the house so I went buck in there. I figured that once I could not squeeze even one more thing in my buggy, it might be time to go. So I went home, dumped all that shit off and proceeded to go to Sam's Club to load up on more shit - giant shit since it was Sam's, after all. Once that was completed and we were now cash poor but food rich, I baked two loaves of banana bread (which were fab if I do say so myself), did all the laundry and did a deposition summary for work. That was the busiest I have been in a while. Sunday, I made a very bad call. I love love love to eat out. AT RESTAURANTS, YOU PERVS. I am not high maintenance. I don't demand haute cuisine. I am good at Applebee's. I am a very simple girl. As long as I do not have to do dishes, it's all good by me. So I picked the Momenator up at church and she, the husband and I went to Chili's because it sounded good to me. Nevermind the fact that we were invited to a late lunch at my in-law's house at like 2ish. Noooooo. I had to have Chili's. So off we go. In the middle of the fuckin' meal, my in-law's call. "Where are you? Food is ready." Um, it was like 11:45 at this point. If the mother in law had known we were in Chili's, the wrath that would have come down upon us would have been felt on a seismic level. So we let the call go to voice mail. The husband called back to lie and say we were at Target and thought lunch was for 2 and we would be there then. So we had time to eat and try to digest this food so that we could heap more on later. We ran home briefly, picked up the Poop, and off we went. Happened upon an Open House on the way, went in, crossed the house off our list as potential living quarters and trekked on down to the in-law's house. Let me digress here briefly to let the record show that I live in Louisiana. South Louisiana. South Louisiana where it is hot as shit come May. Well, the in-laws threw a breaker or something and had no electricity. Which means no a/c. Which means that I have to periodically wring myself out and on top of that, eat fucking pot roast and not admit that I literally just came from Chili's. After ingesting an amount of pot roast so as not to arouse the suspicions of the MIL, I got the bright idea (I was full of them that day) to take the dog on a walk on the levee. Have I yet mentioned the heat? Mix the heat, with a yapping, overanxious dog, with a belly that is a tad over full and you have a not pretty picture. Fast forward to me actually returning from the walk, trying to cool off (electricity was fixed while we were gone) and then finally going home. I was all psyched because Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy season finales were on, so there you go. My evening was set. All was lovely until I tried to go to bed and could not sleep. Yesterday I was such a zombie that I thought very briefly of doing my weekend reporting then, but realized that would involve movement, so I thought perhaps another time. So there you have it. My weekend in a nutshell. I did not write much but I did at least try to keep up with all of y'all and comment here and there. I am off now to do some actual billable work. Clearly one of my weekend activities was not hitting the lottery.

Elizabeth at 10:57 AM

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at 12:07 PM Blogger Random and Odd said...

if you hit it...you'll share right?

 
at 12:48 PM Blogger Jomama said...

Sweet geezie louisee, you had a very busy Saturday. I need your stamina cause it takes a lot of inner battling just to get out of bed on the weekend. I get the urge to do that much stuff about once every two months.

 
at 1:55 PM Blogger beautiful face said...

I'm tired just reading your entry for the weekend. Slow down hon, although it is a nice, warm, tingling feeling when the house is clean and the frig is full!

 
at 2:46 PM Blogger Spurious Nurse said...

Always nice to watch a cheerful movie while giving yourself a pedi....

Take a break, sister!

 
at 3:10 PM Blogger Weetzie said...

missed you...

 
at 3:54 PM Blogger Candy said...

I have to say if I had eaten all that and then gone out in the heat, I would of barfed on that poor dog. Your a strong woman.


Well, maybe I would of saved it and barfed on the mother in law, but then she probably would of figured out about the Chilis hah.

Painted toes are bliss.

 
at 10:09 AM Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wanna come live with me? I'll share my bed with you. wink, wink. I think I need a nap just from reading this post. You go girl. I need to try to be productive today. Oh joy. Please come live with me.....

 

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