Today is 7-7-7 or WHY I WOULD LIKE TO PINCH A MOB'S HEAD OFF

The triple 7's made today the most popular day ever for marriages and I for one am ready for it to be OVER. Of all the catered events we do at the aquarium weddings are my least favorite. The brides are almost always delightful but the MOB's want to create the fairy tail wedding they didn't have and OH YES....they want to do it for the same price they paid for their own wedding back in 1975. If you want to watch Tom Brumer turn purple just sneak up behind him and whisper WEDDING! WEDDING! WEDDING! Traffic is horrible in Myrtle Beach the week before and the week after the 4th of July so it took the last wedding party almost an hour longer than expected to arrive from the ceremony. Chef Steve was less than happy. THEN....the MOB (see, I told you they are trouble) had dropped off centerpieces for the tables and asked if I would place them. Simple request, right? Well, I thought so too. However, ding dong here didn't read the fine print and neglected to put water in the top portion of the candle display. Ok, still no biggie UNTIL the MOB (I told you they are trouble) poured ice water into a hot glass centerpiece. Let me correct that....not ONE hot glass centerpiece but NINE hot glass centerpieces. Wouldn't you think she would have stopped when the first one exploded? It sounded like a shoot out at the OK Corral. Geesh, what a fun way to start the evening. In my defense the candles were tapers not the little round floating ones but if I only taken a minute to look at the picture on the box I would have had one of those OOOOHHHHH moments and known to add water. When I left at 9:30 the dancing was beginning and everyone was having a great time. That's what it's all about and now please excuse me while I wash down my pain pill with a GIANT Margarita.

MRI's Adored You? My Sertorcha?... It can't possibly be My Eyes Adored You...right??

Yes, My Eyes Adored You IS an old song from the 70's and the first time Dave and I heard it we were in Los Angeles tooling down the freeway in a cheapie rental car with no air conditioning and an AM radio. For months we both SWORE they were singing "My Sertorcha". Neither one of us could figure out what a "sertorcha" was and you have to remember this was waaay before the Internet. Hey, cut me some slack....you try to write something even mildly amusing when the only thing going on in your life is pain, old age and flatulence.
THE DAY finally arrived and I had my first visit with Dr. Jordan. I like him very much and he basically concurred with Dr. Lorch concerning my shoulder problem. Dr. Jordan ordered two tests that will be performed in his office (be kind, the man has a new boat to pay for) and an MRI. I pass right by the MRI office on my way home and decided to stop by and see if they could possibly work me in this afternoon. For once my timing was right and they had a cancellation. I cannot tell you how painful it was to lay flat on my back for almost 45 minutes but it was finally over and hopefully I will have some answers shortly. Fortunately the facility has the open MRI unit as I had no idea how claustrophobic I am until the tech put the Hanibel Lector mask on me and lowered the plate to within an inch of my face. If I kept my eyes shut it was OK, not great, but OK. When I opened my eyes all I wanted to do was yank that thing off and RUN or possibly hurt someone...preferably both. Dr. Jordan should have the results by Wednesday but this is South Carolina so I am hoping he has the report anytime before we are in a month with an R. When I arrived home all I wanted was a pain pill, Diet Cherry Coke and an afghan. So Morty, Ginglebelle and I cozied up on the couch to take a nap. The nap came after I cleaned up the Diet Cherry Coke I knocked off the coffee table while I was fluffing my pillow. I said a very bad word, twice.
Didn't think I was hungry but Lib brought over a wonderful dinner for me and I ate every bite. Big shock..huh? Time for another pain pill for me and a kitty treat for Morty and Ginglebelle. Ah yes....I truly live the life of Scott and Zelda.

Funnel Cakes and Carmel Corn

Debi and I made a HORRIBLE discovery today. The Nostalgia Park has opened at Broadway At The Beach and they are selling funnel cakes less than 100 feet from the back door of the aquarium! Nooooo! Well, we had to try one this afternoon and they were just as wonderful as we were afraid they would be. Crispy edges, softer center but not too soft and drowned in powdered sugar. A breeze came up as we were coming across the bridge and blew the powdered sugar every where. We looked like two old fat cocaine addicts. It wasn't bad enough that there is a little man making carmel corn right around the corner..oh noooooo, we have to have funnel cakes too. What's next...deep fried Twinkies???
We were slammed at work today, not sure what the count was but it was a BUNCH. Of course that didn't stop me from getting a manicure this morning. Hey...good grooming is important when you work in sales. We had a small family reunion this evening and after they were seated I came home. Lib came over this afternoon and straighted up a bit for me. That was so sweet. The best thing she did was take the trash out. Since my shoulder is a mess it takes me awhile to get the trash down. I'm just pitiful.

A Better Day

My goodness, it's amazing what a difference a little sleep can make. Welllll.....I'm not really sure if 15 hours counts as a LITTLE sleep but I certainly feel better. Sometimes Polly is too much like her mom. They finished their meetings in Chicago and instead of going to OK first they are driving straight through to MT. So Polly and family made it back to MT this morning around 2 AM. They are out at the ranch and will have their own fireworks show this evening. Matthew is out on the tractor helping his daddy with the hay this afternoon so he is a happy boy. Mike & Eddie's neighborhood is planning a bicycle parade, picnic, pool party and fireworks display. Ginglebelle, Morty and I had a much smaller celebration. Ginglebelle slept in her favorite chair and Morty snoozed on my shoulder while I read. Tough day. Hopefully by this time next week I will feel like myself again. HEY...I can hope can't I????

Dumb Dumb Dumb

Sharon, if you are reading this you must be feeling very smug. The neck and shoulder are back to hurting and all I want to do is take a pill and go to bed. You win...I will NOT carry out the trash or anything else until this is fixed. I have an appointment at 10 AM on Friday with Dr. Jordan but f they have an opening on Thursday they will call me and I'll run over to the office then. Oh man, right now I would crawl nekid at high noon over broken glass if he could make this better. I give up, Morty and I are heading to bed.

I am sooo busted

Sharon called this evening and we chatted for a long while. We had been leaving messages but kept missing each other. She was concerned about my arm and I assured her that I have a Dr's appointment on Thursday, my arm is in the sling and I'm wearing my cervical collar and all of that is MOSTLY true. Sharon didn't say she was stopping by to visit and check up on the patient. Well...the patient was bouncing down the stairs carrying two BIG bags of trash with no sling or cervical collar and ran into Sharon on her way upstairs with a beautiful fruit basket. Hey...the bag in the left hand was the lighter one! We had a great visit and Lib came over to join us for a few minutes. Sharon did leave the basket and I did have enough decency to be embarrassed but that didn't keep me from eating the fruit. Man, I can't get by with ANYTHING!
It is so quiet with all the kids gone. Ginglebelle got out twice this evening and I was ready to tie her tail to the doorknob. I made a big pot of vegetable soup for this week...I live on that stuff and did a few loads of laundry. Other than that I didn't do nothin'. Ok..time to throw the panties all over the furniture to dry and pray I don't need the paramedics tonight.

Morty and Ginglebelle are in a coma

The Montana crew are on the way to Chicago after a brief stop in Coates, NC to drop Miss Katy off at Mamaws house for a visit. I tried to tell Katy that Mamaw is a serial killer and hides the bodies in her basement so it would be safer for Katy to stay here. However, Katy is wise enough to know that Mamaw is one of the nicest kindest people in the world (and doesn't have a basement) so she didn't fall for my story. Katy will spend the week with Mamaw and then the two of them will be flying to Seattle to catch up with the rest of the family. I suggested to Polly and Tony that since they are criss crossing the country they might want to throw a few fruit baskets in the back of the Suburban and put the kids to work picking crops to make some extra pocket jingle. The kids were not impressed but Tony and Polly seemed to think it was a pretty nifty idea. They left Montana the first week of June and will not be home until the middle of July. Their kids are great travelers...and that's a good thing!

Chris taught the kids to play Blackjack last week so we were having a hot game before breakfast this morning and I decided we all needed "gambling names". Tory is Minnesota Slim, Katy is Shady Jackson, Sarah is Mississippi Mabel and Matthew is Sneaky Pete. I choose not to share my name. The kids all thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I disagree.

After everyone left I took a pain pill plus two muscle relaxers and slept for 6 straight hours. I think the cats must have done the same thing. They both were on my bed and Morty was sleeping so sound his little ears were down around his face and he was limp as a dishrag. We all finally woke up to varying degrees of awareness and the biggest accomplishment of the afternoon was warming up a slice of frozen lasagna. I don't see how all of those older parents manage. I have had Katy for two weeks (and loved every minute) but I am exhausted! Speaking of exhausted...time for a shower and bed time. Back to my regular old boring schedule. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.