The Weekend Ruffy Found Her Nose up a Cat’s Bum
July 6, 2006
This is the first time I’ve sat at my computer for longer than 10 minutes in the last 5 days and I have the shakes so bad from withdrawl, I can barely contain myself. Customers are acting like 3 year olds on Christmas Eve as they wait for new designs, and all I can say, is dude, I will get on it tomorrow morning, and dude, there’s a bit of a line. No pushing. I’m finding the whole summer thing with the kids thing is making me busier than I could imagine and I’m not taking any new work until September. I can barely return phone calls, much less get to the two BlogHer articles I owe! (sorry Lisa!)
Today was spent recovering from the long weekend. My friends Nicole, Penny and Ang all came to visit with their million and forty kids, and a dog that was small enough that I kept getting confused about my allergy of cats and sneezing, just because.
Nicole and her 8 year old son arrived Saturday night and as soon as we got Dylan and Jonas settled, so began the ritual of drinking and smoking on the back deck. We got right shit-faced and my abs are completely frikken flat under all this fat from the laughing.
Sunday night/Monday morning at 1 a.m., after a long and painful day of hung-overedness and trying to entertain children all day, Nicole and I welcomed Penny, Ang and all of their kids, which consisted of 2 boys, 3 girls and a kitty small dog. Cosmo was so excited to be out of the van after 48 hours of driving he spun himself right through the hardwood floor, into the basement, like the Tasmanian Devil from the cartoons. The kids were in various states of awareness, from passed right out, to screaming and crying, (yay!) and we all settled within about an hour.
Troll Baby slept until 10 a.m. the next morning, allowing everyone somewhat of a decent sleep and surprising the crap out of Daren and I. I’m not the type of mother to awake with a start over whether my kids are breathing on a late morning. I love sleep more than oxygen and therefore sleep trumps oxygen just like rock smashes scissors, baby.
Us crazy broads took the kids to Adventures on Wonderland and let them run for 5 hours. It’s like a giant McDonald’s Playplace and the climber is about 10 times the size of McPukes’ climbers. Bonus? Air conditioning. Ontario humidity is like standing in front of 30 Mack Trucks. While they’re running. You sweat when you breathe. You sweat right after a shower. You sweat when you lift your leg to fart. It’s disgusting. It’s a wonder there are fat people here, really. Constant sweating. Mmmm. Salt lick.
Once we got home, we figured the little buggers would settle down and watch a movie, but 8 kids in one house equals noise and chaos. We fed them a disgusting simple dinner of Yellow Death and Nitrates and sent them downstairs to zone out in front of a movie. Some kids were in and out, but once Troll Baby was in bed, I was laughin’ cuz Dylan is like a church mouse and I didn’t see him at all. He was happily bonding with Penny’s oldest, Dalton. They linked up their Game Boys and I got the full report the next morning about Pokemon trades and reaching level 50 bazillion and how great the whole thing was. I, of course, had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
On the back deck, us ladies plus Daren were having the funniest conversations. Penny’s husband works out of town sometimes and when he first gets home, the code words are that “Penny and Craig are scrapbooking.” Course I had to point out that the cards she made for me were incredibly well made and put together, and the conversation spiraled out of control about “MzPenny’s Special Glue.”
Things only got worse when we called Sassy. We put her on speaker phone and sat her up in her very own chair. She was all lit up and digital and the cross talk was worse than The View. We laughed well into the wee hours of the morning. I’m so glad they came and the kids all got along. I can’t wait to go to Calgary in August to catch up with them again.
Pictures will be up at my Flickr once I get them all from all the girls - but here’s a few:
July 6th, 2006 at 2:11 am
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
What can I say…I’m a little bored.
As luck would have it…MY friend comes into town tomorrow. So that means I”ll probably only send you ONE email. And if I have a drink before dinner, then NO emails.
Tee hee hee hee hee.
Face it,you’re just too popular!
July 6th, 2006 at 8:38 am
Sounds like you had a great weekend!
I (hopefully) get to go spend the weekend with my college roommate whom I haven’t hung out with in…7 years! Way too long! That is if I can find a babysitter for Saturday since DH just has to do something that day. I swear if I have to cancel another thing for me my head is going to spin!
Good luck catching up with your designs and Blogher articles. Have a great Thursday!
July 6th, 2006 at 11:02 am
Summer is such a busy time. I’ve actually slowed down a bit on blogging myself. I’m trying to post something every other day or so now.
July 6th, 2006 at 1:06 pm
I was so blessed to have my own chair. And they were all over my ass. No we’re not lesbians but you wouldn’t have known it that night…they were all hot for me. Although, it is hard to get it on when you’re 3000 miles away. And apparently I was toasted with baked nachos. No, I’m not drunk again, well not overly drunk anyway. It was fun and I think they took pictures of me, even though I wasn’t there physically. Ya, I know, crazy bitches.
July 6th, 2006 at 3:27 pm
Ah man! You gals sure know how to party.. What’s with Ruffy? Is that a female dog? Inquiring minds wanna know.lol
July 6th, 2006 at 9:59 pm
Sorry to hear that you are stressed. But alcohol-fueled festivities with good friends are always the ticket! Glad to see that you squeezed a good time in there…
July 7th, 2006 at 7:33 pm
OMG! What a great couple of nights and days we had! I can’t wait til August either! Sassy will be there…not a phone with fingers up her ass!! LMAO!!!
I think that 4 moms, 8 kids, 2 dogs and a husband worked out freaking amazing! The best part I noticed is us four mom’s took control of situations involving all kids not caring if the other mom would get pissed…oh….wait…Penny yelled at Dylan!!! Wrong thing to do!! LMAO!!!! wink wink!
I would not change a moment of that weekend at your place….oh maybe one…..the moment you pissed yourself!!!
LOL LOL LOL LOL
Nicole