There's kind of this running joke in the office that I'm the worst receptionist ever. It's not really a joke because it's pretty true, but damn it if I don't come in every day with a smile on my face and a touch of sarcasm in my words and I like to think that's why they keep me around.
At work, like with this blog, sometimes things come up and before I know it the time has come to clock out even though I haven't accomplished everything I'd intended.
When's the last time I updated you all on my little bubble of perfection? Too long ago. Prepare to take it all in...
|Tonight's blog is brought to you by our Frankenputer. Now missing the following keys: 4, T, Y, G, K.|
*Chris's grandmother passed away and we made the four hour drive from GC to Cabool for her funeral. She was sweet and funny and loved our babies so much! Grandma Georgia, you will be missed! The service was small and uncomplicated, like Georgia herself, and in my opinion it was the perfect way to celebrate the life of a woman who meant so much to my family. And after? Truck stop lunch. Yeah baby! We don't look for adventures, adventures just seem to present themselves sometimes.
|Why yes, that IS the entrance to a swap meet!|
|If the Old Man has taught me one thing, it's that you don't drive through Springfield without stopping at Peterbilt. Unless you're not a redneck, then you probably don't give a shit.|
*The hubs and I attended my 10 year high school reunion in late May. You know what helps people reminisce better than anything? Alcohol. I did a lot of hugging. Alcohol also makes you scream a request of "WAGON WHEEL!!!!" to the house band, and awesome dancing then ensues. (Thanks Kim & Clint for introducing me to this solid gold hit! Love you guys!)
|I don't mind at all that Chris shared a large booze concoction with one of my friends. Look at her, she's adorable!|
*Memorial Day allowed me to enjoy a rare 3 day weekend that coincided with Chris's regularly scheduled day off. We celebrated by watching the Hatfields & McCoys on History Channel. It was a family event really and Jimmy and Chris called each other Cap and Cotton for the next week.
*Someone got her cast cut off... Halle-freaking-lujah!
|Before the saw came out. I couldn't get a decent pic after b/c we needed to haul ass for milkshakes. Priorities!|
And we celebrated by putting the pool up. Duh!
*A 90s Night party went down. We took a ton of pictures, but I can't show most of them on here. Some may or may have not been sent to our boss (by us). Needless to say, when 70s night happens bossman and his awesome wife had better be there!
|Look! It's Blossom! Also, pretend you don't see that pile of dirty towels behind me...|
*What else...what else...Oh yeah, Jimmy and Laura's house burned down... Nobody was at home thankfully (high five for baseball games), but it was basically a total loss. They're doing well and moved into their temporary rental home today actually. I tried to take their minds off of the fire with the gospel of Sweet Brown, but it didn't help much.
|That beige thing in the front yard all wrinkled up? Steel front door.|
*Father's Day happened. We didn't really all out celebrate though because well, it's not Mother's Day so it's not really mandatory in our house!
*Name one super-successful 80s soft (or hard) rock band that you love more than REO Speedwagon. Can't do it, can ya? Didn't think so. We went to the REO/Styx/Ted Nugent concert with our friends, the Haseks. I've seen REO & Styx before, but this was Chris's first time. I tried to tell him that there would be an even ratio of mullets to khakis beforehand, but the poor fella was still in awe when he witnessed it firsthand.
One of the best parts of the night (besides when REO sang "Keep Pushin"): Shauna and I getting to know the softer side of a grumpy old lady slinging draft beer. Her name might've been Carol. She was sweet once I asked her if we could tip her! One of the worst parts: my husband, knowing that I hate Rush (you do too, don't fake groan) started a convo with the guys in the beer line - who happened to be sporting Rush shirts - by saying "Hey man, my wife loves Rush. Have you ever seen them live?" What a dick! I played it off well though because I know my music - even when it's bad music.
|Oh Kevin Cronin... soft rock bad ass|
|I love having friends who are just as crazy as we are!|
*The Garden City Baseball Association held a charity softball tournament for Jimmy and Laura. It is amazing to live in a place where the whole community comes together to catch you in a safety net when you start to fall. We may have shed a few thankful tears throughout the day, but when it was all said and done, a good time was had by all... even the poor Ginger husbands who got sunburns on their receding hairlines...
|The event definitely called for Kenny Powers shirts!|
*Independence Day 2012 went on without a single mishap this year. There seems to be a repetitive pattern where each year, a firework goes apeshit and fires directly at me. ME, THE PERSON WHO IS TERRIFIED OF FIREWORKS! Well, this year we didn't buy any fireworks. Funny how that works out, isn't it? Instead, I blew the budget on Mexican food and beer. And maybe some kick ass threads to showcase some patriotism, Palis style.
|He's married ladies. Lay off!|
And, my mom got drunk (just in case anyone hadn't heard that already. She was drunk. Way drunk. xoxo)
|Someone rocked that red Solo cup until Dad finally drove her home :)|
And that, kids, should bring us up to speed. It's a little past my bedtime. Over and out!