Yes, I am blogging when I should be sleeping. I am blogging cause I have more house cleaning to do before I can sleep. See, procrastination at its best. I also need to go to the bank, mail a baby shower gift, purchase a baby shower gift, pick up the 4 legged children.... Wow, I may have my own 101 things to do in 1001 hours!
I also owe this blog and the few people that read this, pictures of last Saturday. Notice if you will the smile on my face and my happy feet! They were oh, so happy until someone thought that feeding 800 people could be accomplished through a buffet line with no order. We were told that we all needed to get up and get in line. For 45 minutes, I stood in line. In a line that moved very little and in a line that everyone thought to cut in front of me. Now, that isn't such a bad thing but I have boobs, big ones at that. How embarrassing is it to bump into a Major or Colonel in front of you?! Well, my supportive husband got a snicker or two out of it but I drew the line. I was NOT wearing a sign that said, cut through at my spot. See the line that we choose to stand in was the wrong line. It was the line that snaked in front of the beer truck. Everyone wanted a beer and those who didn't wanted the wine or the water that was on the other side of the beer truck. Believe me, if we hadn't had to drive home that night and be wonderfully on our best behavior for his command, I might have engaged in a beer or two.
I also owe this blog and the few people that read this, pictures of last Saturday. Notice if you will the smile on my face and my happy feet! They were oh, so happy until someone thought that feeding 800 people could be accomplished through a buffet line with no order. We were told that we all needed to get up and get in line. For 45 minutes, I stood in line. In a line that moved very little and in a line that everyone thought to cut in front of me. Now, that isn't such a bad thing but I have boobs, big ones at that. How embarrassing is it to bump into a Major or Colonel in front of you?! Well, my supportive husband got a snicker or two out of it but I drew the line. I was NOT wearing a sign that said, cut through at my spot. See the line that we choose to stand in was the wrong line. It was the line that snaked in front of the beer truck. Everyone wanted a beer and those who didn't wanted the wine or the water that was on the other side of the beer truck. Believe me, if we hadn't had to drive home that night and be wonderfully on our best behavior for his command, I might have engaged in a beer or two.
Dinner was great if you count the 4 small potatoes and 6 green beans, I was served. The meat was good along with the horseradish sauce. It was divine!
Last Saturday was great. It was a lot of fun, we made great contacts and I even won a great Christmas present! My silver shoes went perfect with my blue dress. Although by the end of the night, my feet hurt. No blisters but just pressure points. Well, the rest of my work is calling me so that I can go to bed.
This evening, I put up blinds, cleaned the floor, changed the bed linens and washed the old ones, deposited money into my account (gotta love online banking!) and am updating this page. I do need to sleep at some point, I have a 6:50 am appt downtown.
Last Saturday was great. It was a lot of fun, we made great contacts and I even won a great Christmas present! My silver shoes went perfect with my blue dress. Although by the end of the night, my feet hurt. No blisters but just pressure points. Well, the rest of my work is calling me so that I can go to bed.
This evening, I put up blinds, cleaned the floor, changed the bed linens and washed the old ones, deposited money into my account (gotta love online banking!) and am updating this page. I do need to sleep at some point, I have a 6:50 am appt downtown.
Talk to y'all shortly!
1 comment:
Ouch to being the push in point - and pushing in to the wrong line at that!
Have you put on that list of things to do "get over apologising for doing something for yourself?" - I think it is one we all need to learn.
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