Last days, Spaghetti Cat and Defeatist Fire Pits

Today, we had a birthday party for Matthew. We met out at the park and had a wiener roast, played games, and just fooled around really. Matt got some great gifts and had a wonderful time. I stink like campfire. That is what happens when you end up roasting 12 hotdogs all at the same time while the smoke clogs around your head! We remembered AFTER we started trying to make fire that this particular type of fire pit (the round deep ones) hates to have fire made in it and will violently protest any attempts. It spewed smoke with great passion and I think maybe even had underground sprinklers imbedded in it to thwart our efforts. Eventually, we just wadded up a bunch of paper and roasted hot dogs over it. As soon as we were done with the roasting portion of the party, the fire caught nicely and was still going along when we left. We had, of course, not brought any water, so we were unable to douse it. None of the boys would pee on it for me, and I learned the hard way last time I tried, that it does not work for girls to pee on fires. Just kidding, but it does make the story much funnier to say that. My Grandpa always said you can tell a story a hundred different ways before you ever tell a lie.

After we got home, I got a call from Bonnie saying that she was just about ready to come and pick up Nessee. So, we gathered her up, took our last photos, and said our goodbyes and tried to get her into the cat carrier. I think this was her third ride in it, so picture trying to put cooked spaghetti into a straw and that’s about how it went. Maybe add squirming to the mix…yup…squirming cooked spaghetti pretty much sums it up. Oh! And biting and scratching and hissing. So think squirming, biting, scratching, hissing cooked spaghetti being pushed through a bendy juice box straw. It was interesting. It would have been funnier if not for the melting down children. Matt cried and cried and cried! He thinks he will have nightmares now because he can’t sleep without Ness. Poor baby. He seems ok now…chewing gum and playing the laptop.

On the upside, I got my new ring this weekend! It is sooooo pretty! They gave it to me along with a three year protection plan. Michael says I should take a pic and post it. We will see. I don’t know if I’m ready to take this blog to the photo level yet.

Obviously, I have decided that I am ready!

I had my busiest day ever at my salon on Friday, which was my last day. It was Carleton’s grad, so there were a few updo’s, which I love love love doing. It was a good last day. The whole starting at 7:15 am thing I could have done without, but it was ok. It was also Michael’s last day, so we took the boys out for supper to Zorba’s. Abby was at Stacey’s much anticipated slumber party. This party had been in the works since March or April. She had a blast.

Our panic inducing news for the week is that we might not be able to get a U-Haul truck. Michael tells me to stop thinking about it, but that is easier said than done. He might as well tell me to stop growing hair or producing saliva. It seems to just come naturally for me. Please pray that we get a truck. We can do it with trucks and trailers, but what a lot of trips that will have to be. I REALLY do not want to move the whole house with trailers.

We are off to the Stenske’s for supper tonight. MMM…stir-fry!