Rainy Days and Mondays

Dear God, is today over with? Ugh. It's been a crummy day, man. It all started with little shit college student across the street from me who proceeded to block me in to my parking space. It must have taken me 67 reverses and 74 turns to finally extricate my car from it's entrapment. I almost had the kid towed and I might next time. Last week he blocked me in my driveway. I'll be waiting for his next screw up and when it happens I'm going to POUNCE! So, all day I've been in a verbal war with incompetent health insurance reps who can't tell me 100% whether a procedure is covered or not. And then I take my Math test which I may have failed or may have aced. Who the hell knows at this point? And then I get into another verbal skirmish over the phone trying to plan a freaking canoeing trip for my husband and I and the Rough River recreation people are freakin' retards! Ugh. I've wasted so many hours today on bullshit. It's so stupid.

So, anyway, I'll get down to it...

The weekend- by Saturday morning at 11am, I had cooked Scott a big breakfast to kickoff the Father's Day weekend, made him a batch of chocolate chip cookies, a batch of peanut butter cookies and made the borscht. And taken care of the kid all during this time. I felt like a true domestic goddess. Needless to say, I think I gained a couple pounds cuz I got weighed at the doctor's office today and it wasn't pretty, folks. That did not make my already faltering day any better. So, the rest of the day we just hang around the house and take naps and clean and read and do homey type things. Then, we get ready for the church picnic. We walked b/c it was only a mile or two and the road is shaded and the housed pretty. Plus, I knew if we were going to really get into the spirit of things, we might need to down a couple of quick beers. Now, I thought since our church is in Germantown that they would have good beer there. They do in Germany. I was mistaken here. They had Coors light, Bud Light, Corona, and Smirnoff Ice (???). Not cool. So, Scott and I grab a couple beers and scope out the scene using Hawkins as our co-wingman. He was our in. If people were not into us, we knew they couldn't resist his cuteness. I'm trying to figure out the games people are playing without looking like a total dumbass. I mean, I've never been to a parish picnic before, okay. I haven't participated in a cakewalk since I was 7. I had some things to learn. The blackjack table was a little too high stakes for me ($.50) and so I moseyed over to the $.10 horse race bets. I proceeded to lose a couple dollars doing that and then needed to go and get a peptalk from Scott. We went back and forth playing different games that you would ONLY find at a parish picnic and then broke for a hotdog and beer run. We were all sweating bullets by this time and so kindof wrapped things up. Hawkins was such a delight on the walk home. He's very into trees. He has been since he could notice them. Nothing lights up his face like being rolled under one in his stroller. He loves when his "sky" turns to leaves and that's all he can see above him is the tree. I think we may have another John Audubon on our hands here. He loves birds, too. Alright, more on this tomorrow. I've got to go home. Scott's picking me up since it's raining out.