from His House to my house

Savannah is fine. I haven't really been able to talk to her, but everyone that she is staying with assures me that all is well. Just as long as she doesn't come home with her aunt's accent and a taste for Old Style beer...

I have totally been enjoying my time. Monday I packed a little bit, went out on the boat that afternoon and later had dinner with my family (left-over wedding food). I don't think I told you Savannah was the flower girl. She did so well!

Tuesday I went to work and had the most productive day I've had in weeks. Things just fell into place and I was kicking butt and taking names! Figuratively speaking, of course. No children were harmed that day.

Then I had a super, amazing, fun, successful shopping trip with mama on Wednesday. I hadn't had a shopping day like that since before Savannah was born. I got a mirror, a chandelier, a chair, 2 shirts, fabric to recover 7 chair seats and a few other little things all for about $65! How did I manage that? Most of it came from thrift stores. I don't have any before pics, however, because I worked like a dog all day! My parents helped me recover 7 seats, sand down the table, I cleaned and painted a chair, painted the chandelier and STILL managed to come home, clean up and go out with the girls!
Downtown they have a Thursday afternoon concert series and 7 of us lovely ladies made a night of it. Only one injury, one lost piece of jewelry and a $200 bar/food tab so I'd say it was a successful night.
Today I'm finishing up the thrift store projects and having dinner with some friends. And I still have 2 days before they get home!!

Snap, crackle, pop!

I hope everyone had a nice Memorial Day. Mine included catching up with my old friend the Today show, some quality time with Wii Fit, a boat ride on the lake, riping staples off the bottom of my dining chair (to reupholster), packing some glassware and checking in on Savannah.
Yep, she and Steve made it to IL just fine, but I'll be damned if they didn't make a trip to the ER within hours of being there!
So I'm at my niece's birthday party last night when I get a call from Steve around 7:30. I can hear Savannah whimpering in the background. "What are ya'll doing?" I ask. "Savannah's mad because I hurt her." "You hurt her? What happened?" "Well," he says, "we were playing helicopter and I was swinging her around when I heard a crackle (his word) and she starting saying her arm hurt." "Well, I don't know what you want me to do about it 800 miles away. I guess you know where the ER is if she's still complaining about it in a half hour."
So...he calls me back later and says they, along with his sister who works at the hospital, are headed to the ER. And then suddenly he says he has to go. He will call me back when he knows something.
Now I am an easy going person. I don't worry, I don't obsess and I don't fuss over people. I won't call you to make sure you got there OK and I don't agonize over little stuff. Same rules apply to motherhood. But when Steve told me they were at the ER, I was freaking out! Damn, Steve! He's back home for a few hours and he's already damaged our child!
He calls me back a little later and says she is fine. She had Nurse Maid's Elbow (Google it. I did) and it's OK now. The swinging got her arm out of joint, but moving it during the x-ray got it back into place. He said she was happy, and moving it and that you'd never know the difference.
Whew!
I checked on them today and she is fine. Just figures, though. I guess that's what I get for not going.

Home Alone

Guess what?... No....guess again... Nope... Give up? Here's the deal: I am home alone for not 1, not 2, not even 5 or 6, but 8, count 'em 8 glorious days!!! That's right. Steve and Savannah have left town for the week. I didn't go because originally we thought we'd be in the new house by now (see previous post) and I'd have a week to unpack in peace. Since that didn't happen I will use the time to get a little work done, get some house projects done, go shopping, go out with the girls, and whatever else I want to do. I will NOT do laundry, wipe any one's hiney (other than my own, of course), cook dinner, pick up dirty dishes from around the house, or have to put the toilet seat down.
Oh sure, I will miss them and be glad to see them when they get home. But until then, mama's going to enjoy some time off!
P.S. If you haven't caught any of the fabulousness that is the all 80's weekend on VH1 Classic, you are missing some huge hair-dos, unbelievable outfits and some fugly rocker dudes. Seriously, the lead singer of REO Speedwagon looks like Howard Stern on a bad day. And this crap right here makes me glad I went to church 3 times this weekend (wedding). Ugh!

Probability

Your math lesson for today: probability. Some of you that know me may be saying, "Wha? I thought Steve was the math brainiac." Well, he is, but I actually did pretty good in my statistics class in college so there!


-The probability of Savannah having to poop is dependant on variables a and b, where a= me having just gotten completely undressed in the dressing room at TJ Maxx and b= our food having just arrived to the table.


-The probability of Steve being caught up on all his crappy, testosterone filled shows (24, Battlestar Gallactica, The Unit, Dollhouse) that he DVRs is increased when I secretly delete some to make room for my DVRed shows like Days of Our Lives.


-The probability of me still having a job in the school system come July is dependant on variable b, where b= political BS/stimulus money/governor's agenda/my boss getting let go from her job.


-The probability of me getting a raise is the same as the probability of Miss California attending the nuptuals of Cynthia Nixon and her "charming" fiance.


-The probability of my computer not self-destructing before I finish this post depends on whatever the heck is making this crazy beeping noise as if it were on a heart monitor. I'm not kidding.


-The probability of us moving into the new house this month: 1/12, except where the variables are amplified by cosign x, where a= number of weeks the pool has had a leak and b=the pounds of concrete that have yet to be poured, the probability is equal to: not a chance in hell.

Do you copy?

I was going to play a cute little Q&A meme, but I couldn't copy and paste the questions. Then, I had an awesome post in the works that I was going to finish, but I couldn't copy and paste that either! Crap!
Know those "sell you stuff" parties where you invite all your "closest" friends (aka anybody with a wallet and an address) hoping they will buy lots of overpriced junk so that you can earn $50 in free over-priced junk? Well, I went to one of those the other night. I was really glad to go b/c it was more like a girls' night out and because the hostess WAS the product rep, there was no obligation to buy anything. And because she was the rep, she let everyone put their name in the hat to be the "mystery hostess" (aka winner of the free stuff). That's right. I won the free junk! Whoo-hoo! Now, would any of you lovely ladies like to host a party so I can earn MORE free stuff???
I am so kidding...