Monday, June 3, 2013
Impulse buys, distressed windows and weird dreams
We had a pretty decent weekend. We went grocery shopping and I forgot that because of the trip, we're thrown off of schedule so we tried to only buy stuff to get us through the next week to get back on schedule. How we ended up spending about the same is beyond me. Oh yeah, they're called impulse buys. My obsession with shave ice kicked up a notch when I was making the frozen lemonade for us last weekend and discovered how to make REAL shave ice (not that snow cone crap) in my blender. So of course we had to buy like five different syrups, reusable snow cone holders since they don't have the true Hawaiian shave ice holders here and now I'm biding my time to throw it into action. Don't worry, it can all be fit in our calories on occasion.
We went over to give my mom her birthday present since it's too big to lug to the dinner we usually go to. I bought an old black window she approved back in January or February and because she likes that French Country crap I do, I fixed, sanded, painted and distressed it. She makes scrapbooky stuff so she wanted to use it as a display board or something. We ended up staying there until 1am and when we left, we got stopped at a light where the guy who tripped the light to turn was happily taking a wee behind his car in the middle of the road. We just kind of stared at him like "are you serious!?" It takes all kinds and seriously nothing surprises me anymore.
Our grilling extravaganza continued when I grilled those little TJ's bambino formaggio pizzas on the grill along with some corn. I kept one plain and fancied the other up with red pepper, red onion, pineapple and basil from the garden.
I had a meltdown that wasn't pretty. The Mr got the brunt of it. I apologized via Hello Kitty valentine and treaded lightly the rest of the night. I'm mentioning that as an added apology so I can shame myself for the masses.
I had a weird dream the other night that James Van Der Beek was helping me crown cut pork ribs that were from Bob Eubanks pork farms. The way you know they're from Bob Eubanks farm was because a slab of fat had been branded with a horrible likeness of Bob on a fat tab that came with every rib roast. When I woke up, I wanted to email a guy I used to work with that is an autograph collector and an avid Bob Eubanks fan. I would like to say I'm pretty sure Bob does not have a meat farm and I'm thinking James VDB was a leftover from Friday's Criminal Minds episode on A&E. Um...yeah.
What did you do this weekend? Have any weird dreams?
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