The Random Blogger Strikes Again...

As if the title isn't warning enough I thought I should point out that this post will be filled with random thoughts and goings on for the past week. So buckle your seat belts and try to keep up!

First of all my reunion was bitter sweet. I had a lot more fun than I expected but I was disappointed that I didn't get to catch up with everyone. Although I wasn't surprised to see that quite a few people are still stuck in high school mode... I was surprised at my reaction to the glares and over the top eye rolling. There wasn't even the tiniest ping of rejection. In fact it was hard not to laugh out loud. We hadn't even taken three steps into the mixer the first night and I got the full on bitch glare from a girl... Congratulations Shannon you win the Snobby Award! You will be receiving your trophy in the mail along with a $1000 gift certificate to the Proctologist of your choice. And I feel it is my duty to let you know that if you are going to keep sticking your nose up at every person you see you might want to consider getting a nose job...or at least a nose hair trimmer... just sayin' (I know she isn't reading this but that was fun!) Other than that mess I had a blast. It was fun to see how people have grown. In the shoulda woulda coulda department I wish I had been a little bit more brave. I pretty much stuck to observing the festivities and not joining in. It was fun watching classmates sing Karaoke though... and it is probably best for everyone that I didn't join in :)

Kai had a blast at the family picnic. And in total Kai fashion he managed to bleed, expose himself, and throw up all in a 2 hour period... THAT'S MY BOY! And while I am on the Kai subject.... As his grandparents picked him up on Friday Kai turned to me and with his "serious voice" he said, "If you need me just call me". I'm still not sure where he got that or why I would need to call a 4 year old.... So that pretty much wraps up the reunion stuff.

After all the craziness of the reunion I was looking forward to a relaxing Sunday. I had my day all planned out.

10:00 am: Roll out of bed
10:15 am: Consume entire pot of coffee
10:20am: Position pizza box on coffee table for maximum all day grazing
10:30 am-10:30 pm: Lay around in my pajamas watching T.V. and playing video games

This is not how my day went. Ok... the first half is about right. I was well on my way to total laziness when my husband came home and in what I can only describe as an energetic blur when whizzing past me. This obnoxious blur then informs... no orders me to go put my bathing suit on. We are going up river. All I could think is "SUPER!"... my feet are sore (4 in peep toe pumps..... adorable! Practical dancing shoes..... not so much) and I am just plain not in the mood. But I decided to suck it up. I did drag my not a people person husband through two days of reunion events. I owed him this. So we loaded the kid and the dog into my husband's '71 Chevy truck... no air conditioning... YIPEEE. And up river we go. Of course all the beaches are full so we have to drive FOREVER to find a beach. Finally we find a beach that meets my husband's criteria. Which I am now learning includes a treacherous rocky decent followed by rocky waters and lurking rattlesnakes. Once I survived the trek to the beach I was looking forward resuming my relaxing day. In hindsight trying to get Kai water ready with one hand while holding the leash containing a 97 lb bundle of hyperness in the other was no the way to achieve relaxation.

No sooner had I gotten the ok to let the dog off his leash all hell broke loose. He tore off to the next beach over to go play with 3 pit bulls. Brandon had to run after him and drag him back. This was actually a funny sight. Here comes Bear rounding the corner walking on just his front feet due to the fact that Brandon had a hold of his tail and the scruff of his neck and was hauling him like a wheel barrow. As I have mentioned in the past our Lab is dumb. He manages to fail at everything labs are supposed to excel in. He is afraid of cats and squirrels, he will retrieve a ball but as soon as he drops it he pounces on it and it shoots off in a random direction. This as you can imagine makes playing fetch rather frustrating. And last but not least he can't swim. He just stays in one place beating at the water with his front paws frantically trying to stay afloat. He still has no idea that he can use his hind legs... I will give him some credit though. He started to figure it out as the day went on. And I learned a very valuable lesson as well. If you make the mistake of getting to close to him he will try to sacrifice you in an attempt to stay above water. This is painfull and rather scary! I have lovely bruises on my arms and legs to prove it. If all of this doesn't sound like loads of fun just wait!

As the sun started to fade we packed up and again made the death defying climb back up to the truck. This was immediately followed by cussing and finger pointing. The keys are missing. I have learned to anticipate the blame game when my husband is stressed out. If something bad happens it is my fault. In this case it was my fault because if I hadn't let the dog off the leash Brandon wouldn't have had to throw down all of his things and chase after him. Never mind the fact that he TOLD me I could let the dog off the leash... or the fact that he usually leaves them in the truck but decided to put them in his back pocket. OR the fact that he checked his pockets before he went swimming and felt his keys but thought it was just change... because as I mentioned he always leaves them in the truck when we go up river for that exact reason. So after several more trips up and down the path of death we finally conceded that the keys had been sacrificed to the river monster. Thankfully there were other people at the beach that waited and watched in awe as Brandon hot wired his truck. Yes my husband knows how to hotwire a truck... yay for shady skills! I didn't say a word the whole way home and it apparently registered with my husband. The moment we pulled into the driveway he apologized and admitted that it was his fault and that I didn't do anything wrong. Then he sheepishly asked for my keys so he could make copies of everything. All in all my relaxing Sunday was a mess. But I got a good tan :)

And last but not least (take a deep breath the finish line is in sight) we are waiting to hear back on some pretty exciting news. NO I'm not pregnant. Brandon is possibly being given a promotion and steady work with the company he loves working for. It looks like all those years of hard work might finally pay off! I knew he deserved it but it is nice to see that they do too! So wish us luck! I will keep you posted.