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May 31st, 2010 | Author:

Okay, so December 5, 2009 was a busy night for me and CK.  First, we went to Macaroni Grill with my boardies. Tre and his family, and Marilie.  Tre and his DD were not ready for the picture, by the way:

We all had a really good time, and a really good dinner.  It was my first time actually eating IN the macaroni grill (I’d had takeout before but we all know that’s not really the same) and I can say I was an instant convert.  CK and DaHubby and TheKidlet tagged along, and then CK and I went out for JO’s birthday event, while DaHubby took TheKidlet home.


GH showed us her dance routine to Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now”:

The … most interest part of the night was all related to BM – and wow, I just realized that her initials are oh, so appropriate.  Anyway, BM is a friend of JO.  And apparently a HUGE racist.  Case in point – during this party? She went up to the DJ and asked him to not play so much rap.  He refused, rightly so, and said his target audience wanted rap.  She was incensed that her wishes were not being followed, because  those people wanted to listen to rap.

And it gets better.

Somehow I got stuck driving this person home.  (Along with JO, the birthday girl.)  And on the way, she was talking about her job – she works in a school, y’all.  A school that is predominately black.  And she was referring to these kids, using the N word.  I haven’t had to deal with that kind of talk in many, many years.  I was literally shocked speechless and that doesn’t happen often.  I kept looking at CK, with a “WTH do I do?” look on my face, because my first instict was to pull over on the side of the freeway and kick her bigoted ass out.  But then I looked at poor, drunk JO, and I just clamped my teeth and kept driving.   Neither CK nor I said goodbye to her as she got out of the car at JO’s house.

The next time we saw JO, I just told her that it wouldn’t be a good idea to have BM and I around each other in the future, because I couldn’t tolerate that kind of attitude.  I wasn’t the only one who had a similar conversation with her, and JO spoke to BM.  It didn’t do any good, of course.

Oh, my warning label:

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May 31st, 2010 | Author:

Geez – I am that far behind.

The first thing we did on Thanksgiving morning was the Charlotte Turkey Trot which benefits the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, an organization that is near and dear to my heart, given that my bestie has CML and I would love for there to be a cure so she’s not on the daily nasty drugs anymore.

The Kidlet, CK’s kidlets and hubby, and I did the 1 mile fun run.  DaHubby did the 8K.

Here is TheKidlet crossing the finish line:

Yes, I paid for the picture

OK so after that, we went to CK’s house for dinner, with KK’s parents and Omi (grandmother, in German).  We just love Omi, she is so wise and cool, and sweet.  KK’s parents, well – that’s a whole ‘nother story and we end up over there for moral support more often than not when there are family gatherings at the K’s house.

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May 31st, 2010 | Author:

When I pulled of the pictures of DaHubby having a good time in the ER for the last post, I noticed … well, some pictures. A lot of them.  So the next few posts are going to be pictures and stories that I haven’t shared with you yet.

Maybe you’ll even get to meet Henry, as promised.

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May 31st, 2010 | Author:

What was supposed to be a weekend of revelry and unabashed debauchery … yes, I’ve always wanted to find a use for the word debauchery, lol …. turned into “that weekend when I got stitches for the first time”.

Yes, that.

So, I was making salad, prepping for our friends’ (J and G) annual pig roast.   Salad, since I don’t cook, is usually my thing to bring.  Last week, I decided since I’d been making so many salads, I’d get a mandoline for slicing things.   My friend C has one and it looked so neat!

You’ll notice, the mandoline comes with a food guard.  You see where this is going, right?  Before the first cucumber was completely sliced – “OH HOLY SHIT MOTHER EFFER”, followed by a frantic text to DaHubby, who was at the pool with The Kidlet and her bestie.  They rushed home, he took the tissue off of my finger, and I said “It’s numb.  Let’s go to the ER.”

We were in a room within half an hour, thinking this was a great sign for an in and out ER visit.  Don’t ever let that fool you.  By the time we arrived at the pig roast, which was slated to begin at 4, it was 9:15.   Around midnight, the lidocain wore off, and I was hurting.  Our plans of all-day revelry had been reduced to 2.5 hours.  DaHubby did manage to amuse himself during the wait, though –

DaHubby, in a sincere display of protectiveness for his clumsy wife, proclaimed to all that we were disposing of the new kitchen gadget.  Awww hell, no.  It’s not the mandoline’s fault that I didn’t follow standard safety procedures.

Note to self:  use the food guard; it’s not nice to lecture people about using it and then not use it yourself.

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