Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I missed you so much it's like an ache in my heart. Or tooth. Or ear.

I missed you!

Evidently not enough to get online, but I did.

This was a pretty good weekend, even if I did have more than my share of moments where I sat in the car by myself going, "I really, really, REALLY fucking hate everyone."  I'm not exactly sure why, and I can't even blame PMS, but there it is.  Maybe this UNRELENTING STUPID HEAT.  Maybe.  From 60 to 90 in 3 days is not right.  Is there a complaint box? Because I have some stuff to say about this ridiculousness.  This is NOT how you run things.  It's just not.

We saw a family and friends and had fun and also lots of tasty food and snacks PLUS I got a ridiculous sunburn on one side of my neck and half my chest.  I look like a before and after ad for sunblock.

We also went to Greenfield Village, thanks to the good auspices of Unmitigated Me, and saw the Civil War Remembrance activities.

I'm sweating just remembering them.

At which point I realized that I have become an old lady because:

1.  I immediately had to go the bathroom.
2.  I wanted my sun hat.
3.  I struck up conversations with EVERYONE. The ladies in the Temperance camp, the woman sitting next to me at the fashion show [fancy! but HOT!], the young men at the Civil War pavilion.
4.  I made the husband wear a badge identifying him as a veteran.
5.  I routed our day so that we were near bathrooms AND buildings where we could go in and cool off.
6.  I made the husband go and get the car.

It was a lot of fun.  I highly recommend going.  And taking the husband, because he will get the car AND turn on the AC full blast.

We also took part in our annual Family Water Balloon Fight on Memorial Day.  My cousin filled over 600 water balloons and we went nuts.  Well, mostly everyone else went nuts while I took pictures with my sister's camera and tried to stay out of the line of fire, like a good war correspondent.

The younger kids are now old enough where they are wily and plan out their attacks.  The husband was bombed mercilessly.  I was hit by friendly fire RIGHT IN THE STOMACH while I was trying to take pictures.  That hurt A LOT.

Next year, I'm bringing a supersoaker.  Or a hose.
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16 comments:

  1. AlexandraMay 31, 2011 at 12:19 PM

    I love water balloon fights and how I get the numbers 1 and 2 and 3.
    No high fiving for that, just letting you know, oh how I get.

    Hope to see you in AUGUST!!

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  2. jillsmoMay 31, 2011 at 1:35 PM

    Water balloon fights are always so disappointing. 10 hours of work blowing up balloons and then they're all gone in 5 minutes.

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  3. karensomethingorotherMay 31, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    hey! You had fun despite your ambivalence for long weekends. Did you get that sunburn whilst slightly drunk, because that's my favourite thing in the whole world: to be slightly drunk when it's stupid hot outside. That's the only time I can take the heat as well!

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  4. France RantsMay 31, 2011 at 3:42 PM

    There's nothing better than an old lady who can handle water balloons. I think this will be goal this summer.

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  5. kendallMay 31, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    I am guilty of just about everything on that list. Which is, I guess, my way of saying that I'm the oldest 20-something I know.

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  6. SimoneMay 31, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    i wish they bring the bustle shirt back. then i wouldn't have to starve so often...

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  7. AnonymousMay 31, 2011 at 8:43 PM

    super soaker. god, i want one of those. but really, i want it so that when the 20-somethings who have luxury cars but no jobs that live across the street from the man are yelling on the porch at 3AM, i can open the man's window and take them down.

    THAT makes me old.

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  8. Lady EstrogenMay 31, 2011 at 9:06 PM

    Ah, the true test of the day though - did you have a nap afterwards? lol

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  9. alonewithcatsJune 1, 2011 at 12:58 AM

    I was born an old lady. I've been waiting years for my actual age to catch up.

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  10. AlisonJune 1, 2011 at 4:53 AM

    I always make sure I know where the bathroom is, wherever I go - since I was like 6 years old. I guess I was an old lady before my time.

    Having said that, water balloons are right up my alley!

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  11. unmitigated meJune 1, 2011 at 7:45 AM

    I am still so happy to be seeing the sun on a regular basis that I don't even mind being a sweaty rag. That won't drive me crazy for at least another month. My brain is still saying, "It's not snow!"

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  12. LA JuiceJune 1, 2011 at 10:05 AM

    ah, Michigan in the spring time- oh wait. yea. Reason No. 45 why I left: That time of year when a young (or prematurely incontinent) Girl's frozen soggy thoughts turn to oppressive heat, humidity and mosquitoes.

    I would have routed my Greenfield Village visit to pass by the Oscar Meyer Weiner car every 20-25 minutes.

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  13. AnonymousJune 1, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    I have to pee 37 times a day. I used to think there was something wrong with me, now I know I'm just old like everyone else. Grr...

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  14. AlliJune 1, 2011 at 9:11 PM

    I was scrolling down to comment, but the sight of those Beckham Buns off to the right made me totally forget what I was going to say. Something about...um...um...ah, forget it. I'm just going to stare at the buns now.

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  15. JulieJune 2, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    Who's more entertaining than the ladies in the Temperance camp?

    Seriously.

    I need a list.

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  16. HandflapperJune 2, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Damn. Why didn't I think of water balloons at my nephew's graduation party on Memorial Day? I'm filing that away for the future.

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