Sunday was a long day. I spent the wee morning hours in pain from a fibromyalgia related lump pushing my collar bone out of wack. By early afternoon I adjusted to the pain and went about business as usual.
First laundry and some light house work. I ran behind on house work from not being able to do it earlier and because of unexpected guests. I'll have to finish what I can tomorrow.
So I was cleaning house and reorganizing things and I started to wonder if I was going to live through it. Reason? I had to fill up a whole huge storage tub of rummage goods to give away and it was painful. The bulk of the tub consisted of a small fraction of my over sized Star Wars action figure collection. That's right. I am having to part with my precious toys to make my home more space efficient. My heart about darn near ripped itself clean from my chest cavity and tried to sink into my stomach.
Shortly after the heart wrenching disaster, my best friend, Rachel dropped in for a visit. Her excuse of course was needing to use a restroom after a 5-6 hour drive from the other side of the state. With her was her adorable little mutt puppy, Sebastian. (I still think she should have named him Falcore) cause he looks a lot like the Never Ending Story character. He is just too cute to be ignored for long and housework was put off for at least a good hour.
Sebastian sniffed around everywhere looking for food. He's not allowed to eat before car trips because he gets sick. So finding out that the crazy pup likes fruit I grabbed the grapefruit off of the fridge and gave him some. I have never in my life seen a dog beg for fruit so bad in my entire life. He sat patiently in front of me waiting for me as I was peeling it. He started to lose patients and tried to distract himself by sniffing around the floor boards in my kitchen. His excitement for the fruit started to show and he tried really hard to restrain himself from whining as I finished peeling.
I dropped a piece onto the floor and watched the little pooch dig in like he was starving to death. His master said he couldn't have more so I put the rest away for Monday mornings expected visit.
Finally I had stuff sorted out and put away enough that I was finally able to get cleaned up and ready to leave the house. Around 6:30pm I arrived at an old house that has been subdivided into small apartments. I went up the stairs with my arms full of clothing and nic-nacs. It was time to sit down with my friend soon to be bride and other bridesmaids and to get to work. The steam punk wedding pieces are finally fitting together. The bride and another gal, Jen worked on cutting out gear shaped pieces from poster boards that are going to be used for part of the centerpieces. Anna, the apartment tenant worked diligently on her spats for her boots with her nifty sewing machine while giving the rest of us input.
My job was to look over what was left for flowers and stuff and to make the bucket (You'll only get that if you have ever watched Keeping Up appearances. It's a British comedy) Anyways.... So I got it all pieced together and tissue taped, except for the brassy bead strands that are just going to have to wait till later. We also got my corsage done and got input on what I have to wear so far. It appears I'm still going to need to add some lace to it to make it work. Thank God for the Handy-stitch! Without it I would be screwed. I can't sew regularly even if my life depended on it.
While we were working we decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. We put Jen in charge of placing the order and her manner and tone of voice about made us loose it. Why? Have you ever seen Two Weeks Notice? It has Sandra Bullock and Huge Grant in it. Sandra's character Lucy eats a lot of food and anytime she's really depressed or to tired to cook she orders Chinese. She orders over half the menu and they always ask her if it is just for one. Lucy always says "Yes', or "Just one fortune cookie."
Anyways since the "men' of the wedding party were socializing across the hall and we were "working" the Chinese order was for eight people and that's exactly how much Lucy order's in the movie! While Jen was placing the order for the next few minutes we tried our hardest to get her to say she wanted only one fortune cookie, just to make it fit. Sadly she was too focused on ordering to notice.
After being stuffed full (or at least I thought) I can home and set to work on the computer to start browsing for steam punk accessories that I cannot make due to my sewing handicap. 2 1/2 hours later I was finally done, and all I got was a stupid t-shirt. (just kidding!) No, I actually got a pair of dark green lace gloves to go with my outfit. Almost everything else was out of my budget.
After staring at etsy.com for so long trying to figure out what half the stuff was and prices my eyes really started to hurt. Not just from staring at the computer screen for so long, but because all of the steam punk METAL!!!!! bras about blinded me, or made me cringe in pain just trying to imagine wearing one and "trying" to be comfortable. I am certain I will not be buying one of those in the near future. In fact hopefully never.
I decided after browsing for so long and my growling unfilled stomach bugging me that I needed to eat a snack before writing my blog or going to bed.....
So I dug in the fridge and found the left over taco meat from the night before and made myself a giant freaking taco, loaded with sour cream, queso, shredded cheese and of course meat. For some reason in my daft late night thinking I was able to JUSTIFY making such a large taco and eating it before bed. How is web browsing a good reason for over stuffing my belly with a giant taco? I really couldn't say because after I ate it I completely forgot why I thought it was a good idea. I am now sitting on my couch, with heartburn, waiting for the stupid antacids to kick in so I can get some freaking sleep! That has got to be one of the worst planned out and justified thoughts I have ever had before bed. Sometimes I wonder if I really do have a brain. I mean it for serious!
Then I got to thinking about my late-nite mistake and realized I'm probably not the only woman on earth who thinks that eating a giant late nite taco is a good idea. It disturbs me though that probably half of that number are lesbians, which i obviously am not. The startling idea that so little women have probably had the idea to eat a real taco before bed just made me feel like more of an idiot.
Enough of an idiot in fact that I'm thinking I might need a segment on a comedy show talking bout stupid crap women do without thinking. Kind of like Red Green does on the Red Green Show. "Remember, I'm pulling for ya, we're all in this together."- Red
Now if only I could remember where I put the duct tape.... because now I'm thinking that just might work better than me trying to sew anything together.
P.S. i don't care if I misspelled anything. I'm tired so shut it ; )
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