Kelly Clarkson tries to charm a cobra on a Danish talkshow
Anyho, haven't done much this weekend. Friday night was craft night at ThanksgivingGirl's house. We made chocolates this time, but it wasn't as much fun as making soap, so I don't think we'll be doing that again. Just kind of boring. Melt choco, put in molds, that's it. The soap you could color, and add scent to, there was so much more to do. I have no idea what we'll be doing next time, I suppose we'll talk about that some time this week.
Then Saturday I went out with ThanksgivingGirl, her WeeMan (son), and boyfriend. On the way to her house, I was plauged with AssHole drivers at every turn. First, some douche parked so close to my truck I had to climb in thru my passenger door (why does this shit Always happen to me? Is there some magical sign on the back of my truck that says "You should totally park way over the line into my parking spot. I won't mind.") Then, just as the highway drops down to one lane I got stuck behind some bastard in a semi who decided he needed to do exactly the speedlimit and not one tiny bit over. He finally pulls off, and as I'm catching up to the cars in front of me, some other douche turns right in front of me, causing me to hit my brakes and horn simultaneously. The thing is, this little fucker had his middle finger up at me Before I even hit my horn, so he Knew he was dead wrong. That shit pissed me the hell off.
Once I actually got to TGG's place, we went to Ihop, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Then we went to some outlet mall just to dink around. WeeMan ended up getting a bit of a sunburn, and got rather cranky on the ride home, so TGG's boyfriend pulled over to get him some milk. It was like a fucking miracle, bring out the milk and WeeMan's mood changes instantly, like there was never anything to cry about. This boy better grow into the fucking Hulk or something, the way he's all about getting his calcium on...
Then when I got home, I was just relaxing, and the neighbors from upstairs knocked on my door to see if I wanted to go to this Festival they had going on all weekend (which is why parking was such a bitch at my house all weekend. God bless living in downtown). I said I had to change, and the dude handed me his card with his cell number on it, saying to give him a call when I got out there (the fest was like a block from the house). So I changed, hit up the ATM, and give him a call. No answer, that's cool, I start walking, checking out the fest, keeping an eye out for the neighbors... About 10 minutes (and 3 or 4 blocks) later, I call again. Still no answer. Alright, so he can't hear his phone. That's cool. I wandered down to the end of the fest, turned around, wandered back the other side, watched some BMX dudes do their thing for the crowd, bought a couple things from booths, and went home. It got me out of the house for an hour, and I'm not bitter, shit happens.
Then today I went out to breakfast with Hefe, came back here to work on his essays for his English class (he uses my printer, and I proofread them as he bounces ideas off me). Then we went over to his place, made some brownies and watched the latest episode of Big Love on HBO On Demand. After that, I got my groceries and went home, only to be bitter about the lack of parking (this time due to the church right next door being in session), and muttered horrible things under my breath the 4 trips from my truck to my house.
Next week I have a billion appointments to include, but no limited to: another CT scan, a meeting with my orthopedic surgeon to review my right knee and discuss her sick plans to go into my left knee, a couple more physical therapy sessions, a physical therapy re-eval, and a routine dentist appointment. My normal doc wants me to schedule a follow up with him just to see where we are with all the millions of appointments I have going on, and decide what to do next about the "Abnormality" on my rib. Sweetness. The parentals are 12 days out. They're planning on taking my old truck back home with them. I'm going to miss him very much, but I realize it's probably for the best. There aren't really any "good" days for me anymore, so I don't ever drive him... And I'll be transfering the title back into their name, so they'll be taking over insurance, which is another 70 bucks in my pocket every month...
Hope your weekends were more eventful than mine.
Much love.
