Tales of My Ridiculous Life

Back in my single twenties I used to collect little ridiculous episodes that occurred in my life. It's too bad I didn't know about blogs back then. It would have been the perfect outlet to share these stories. In fact, when I decided to start this blog, it's one of the names I considered.

After the week I've had, it seemed a fitting title for a post.

Where to begin.

Well, I worked late nearly every night this week. And the night I left at 6:30, was to go to our monthly Resolve meeting. Thursday night, there was a farewell party for one of the principals in my department, which started at 5:00pm across town. This meant that at 4:45...everyone who sits near me got up and walked out to go to the party...leaving me all alone to work until 8. Talk about lonely. But, I think lonely is a subject for another post.

Friday night, there was yet another work party...this one was the grand opening of anoher principal's wife's new gift shop. Again, I could not attend. But, I was able to leave work in time to meet up with Hubby and his best friend for dinner before they hit a movie, and I headed home to crash.

I hugged Hubby good-bye at the movie theater, and headed to my car...and discovered a flat tire! I do have a slow leak in this one particular tire, so it didn't come as a huge surprise, but seriously? I didn't need to deal with that.

I called Hubby, and he as S came out. Thankfully, they hadn't ripped their tickets yet. And Hubby was awesome enough to let me drive his truck home, so he could deal with the tire later with the help of his friend. It turned out to be too flat to drive, and they had to put on the donut. We still haven't had time to figure out when we're getting the tire replaces. It's donut for me for a few weeks.

Saturday, we got up early so we could grocery shop and clean the house because we just hosted 23 members of Hubby's family today, many of whom hadn't yet seen our house, and we've now owned it for a year. (Yes, there has been a lot of guilt that Gramma and Grampa hadn't been here yet. We can put that to bed now at least!)

While I was cleaning the house, I discovered multiple instances of cat pee around the house. I have now coined the term MFP (more fucking pee). I also found that the sofa in the basement was sprayed again. I yanked off the slipcover, and put it in the wash for the third time in a month.

While the wash was going, I went back up to the office, where I usually fold the laundry, and scooped up a bunch of shirts I had left hanging off the ironing board, since I hadn't yet found the time to put them away. Since we'd be showing off the house, it was finally time. What did I discover...but MFP! Or should I say spray, all over my clean shirts.

Back down to the washing machine to rewash what was a pile of clean shirts! It was seriously bordering on more than a girl can take.

And today...pouring rain. I mean ridiculous torrential down pours. And we were expecting 23 people! Thankfully, we had borrowed a tent from a friend, and Hubby put it up yesterday.

Oh, and I went back down to the basement and found MFP on both the sofa and the loveseat. At least this time, it was small enough spots that I was able to use upholstery cleaner to spot clean. There was no time left to machine wash them again.

And did I mention the pouring rain?

When we were trying to decide how to keep all of our guest IN the house, I went outside to check out the tent. It was actually quite nice under there. The ground was dry, the air felt nice. I thought it was quite pleasant, and was not ready to abandon the idea of going out in the yard. As I made my way back out from the tent into the house, a huge build up of water decided to drop off the edge of the tent and landed directly on my head!

Honestly, how much more is a girl supposed to take.

In the end, we did manage to get everyone outside for the main meal. Our guests seemed to have a nice time, even though we are exhausted and feel like we barely talked to anyone. We had way too much food, so we have tons of left overs for the week...we'll be making meals out of spinach dip and chili con queso, but I'd rather not let it all go to waste!

I got to make both the fruit salsa and potato salad that I had really wanted to make...and barely any of either was eaten. Yet another ridiculous moment. I really freaked out over wanting to make potato salad. And nobody ate it.

Tomorrow begins another week...the week I will hopefully start stims finally. My project deadline is tomorrow morning, and it promises to be hellish. And then, to top it all off, in the lovely world of construction, there is this practice of making changes to the bid documents, which is what we are issuing tomorrow. This can be done up until 3 days before bids are due. For us, this is 8/26, which should be right smack in the middle of retrieval and transfer...because our original deadline got moved out by a week...that one I was so worried about interfering with my next cycle should I have been able to move forward right away. Well, it's going to interfere anyway.

Ridiculous.

I don't have anything more to say than that...although with the way life is going right about now, I will surely have more ridiculous stories to share soon!