This is the little placard that hangs in my kitchen above my stove. Well, it will until I get off my ass and get the microwave and rack ordered that's supposed to go above the stove. And then I'll have to figure out another place for it, which, with my limited brain capacity, won't be easy. And because I haven't yet scheduled the electrician to come in and wire for it, it's going to be put off even more, because hey, I'm a procrastinator like that.
I digress.
The little placard is significant because it's symbolic of how things roll around here now that Megawatt is home from college as are her friends. Of course, this weekend was steeped in even more excitement due to Megawatt swearing into the USAF on Friday morning. It goes without saying that Friday night, several of her friends hit the asylum for dinner...spaghetti, salad and garlic bread. The Mt. Dew flowed freely as did the laughs.
I digress.
The little placard is significant because it's symbolic of how things roll around here now that Megawatt is home from college as are her friends. Of course, this weekend was steeped in even more excitement due to Megawatt swearing into the USAF on Friday morning. It goes without saying that Friday night, several of her friends hit the asylum for dinner...spaghetti, salad and garlic bread. The Mt. Dew flowed freely as did the laughs.
I could be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure the video they were watching was this one. It never fails to amuse me, even if it is a tad cruel.
All the You Tubage was followed by much mirth and merriment (Good Lord, where do I come up with this stuff? I think I just suffered a time-warp in which I went back to Dicken's London!), around the table.
Megawatt proudly showing off her USAF t-shirt.
All the You Tubage was followed by much mirth and merriment (Good Lord, where do I come up with this stuff? I think I just suffered a time-warp in which I went back to Dicken's London!), around the table.
Megawatt proudly showing off her USAF t-shirt.
I need to note a few things about Friday evening. Megawatt regaled everyone with her "MEP's Interrogation" tale no less than 42 times. Honestly though, it never got old. It was amusing to me because it was the Marine's who did the interrogations and exams. I was afraid she was either going to laugh at them during her MEP's or yell back at them. She did laugh a couple of times but thankfully the USAF still wants her.
Before dinner I was trying to reach the sea salt in one of the higher cupboards and making some general moans and groans of discontent about other stuff falling on my head whilst trying to reach the salt. In rushes Megawatt and proclaims, "It's OK Mom! I'm in the Air Force now, I'll save you!" To which I replied, "The citizens of our proud country can sleep well at night knowing you're on the job, saving your mom from being beaned by a box of cornstarch. I myself feel so much better."
The next time Megawatt bitches at me when I ask her to take the garbage out, I'm going to tell her, "Suck it up maggot! You're in the Air Force now!"
Maybe later on today or tomorrow I can get her to do a guest post about her entire MEP's experience. I can't retell it quite as "colourfully" as she can. In other words, she uses a lot of expletives but despite that, it's still quite funny.
Saturday I fooled around with my camera, begging it to give me a good reason not to switch sides and start batting for Canon. After looking at the images I shot, of our lilacs in bloom and a couple of orange azaleas (I think they're azaleas. This is the first year they've bloomed since we bought the house two years ago.), I'm even more undecided than ever. In my eyes, the photos aren't as clear and crisp as they should be...not like they were when the camera was brand new anyhow. But I'm glad I took the pictures anyhow because in the course of shooting the lilac bush and azalea, I realized that neither plant looks very healthy and I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't produce blooms next year.
Before dinner I was trying to reach the sea salt in one of the higher cupboards and making some general moans and groans of discontent about other stuff falling on my head whilst trying to reach the salt. In rushes Megawatt and proclaims, "It's OK Mom! I'm in the Air Force now, I'll save you!" To which I replied, "The citizens of our proud country can sleep well at night knowing you're on the job, saving your mom from being beaned by a box of cornstarch. I myself feel so much better."
The next time Megawatt bitches at me when I ask her to take the garbage out, I'm going to tell her, "Suck it up maggot! You're in the Air Force now!"
Maybe later on today or tomorrow I can get her to do a guest post about her entire MEP's experience. I can't retell it quite as "colourfully" as she can. In other words, she uses a lot of expletives but despite that, it's still quite funny.
Saturday I fooled around with my camera, begging it to give me a good reason not to switch sides and start batting for Canon. After looking at the images I shot, of our lilacs in bloom and a couple of orange azaleas (I think they're azaleas. This is the first year they've bloomed since we bought the house two years ago.), I'm even more undecided than ever. In my eyes, the photos aren't as clear and crisp as they should be...not like they were when the camera was brand new anyhow. But I'm glad I took the pictures anyhow because in the course of shooting the lilac bush and azalea, I realized that neither plant looks very healthy and I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't produce blooms next year.
Considering my complete ineptitude when it comes to gardening, I'm reconsidering planting a bunch of hydrangeas. Um yeah, I'm pretty worried that next year they'll be dead. Perhaps I should just stick with the artificial ones that adorn my kitchen and front room?
Sunday was another dinner attended by Megawatt's friends. For me it was bittersweet because we held it in honour of Michael Tecak who leaves on Wednesday as his Naval unit is deploying to the middle east. He and Megawatt used to date and I still adore him. I put together a huge Taco Bar for the kids and because Tecak loves strawberries, I made my mom's version of Strawberry Shortcake for dessert.
Dig in!
Oops! Forgot to chop the tomatoes. Oh well, I hate the nasty things anyhow!
Dessert!
Sunday was another dinner attended by Megawatt's friends. For me it was bittersweet because we held it in honour of Michael Tecak who leaves on Wednesday as his Naval unit is deploying to the middle east. He and Megawatt used to date and I still adore him. I put together a huge Taco Bar for the kids and because Tecak loves strawberries, I made my mom's version of Strawberry Shortcake for dessert.
The guest of honour arrives...90 minutes late and drenched from playing a round of golf IN THE RAIN!
Dig in!
Oops! Forgot to chop the tomatoes. Oh well, I hate the nasty things anyhow!
Dessert!
Good luck Michael. Take care of yourself over there...be safe, be well, and know that we're thinking about you and are so grateful for your service to our country! We're going to miss you!
