Have You Heard About the Lonesone Loser?

Ok, a quickie tonight. As y'all know, been busy as a motherfucker (I didn't know motherfuckers were busy, but the saying says they are, so who am I to argue?) with everything. First, let's go back to the weekend. Ah, the weekend! The weather was great for the first time this year, so we did a shitload of work outside. We also *almost* bought a van. We need a cheap van - just a used old thing, since we won't be able to fit 3 kids in the cars, and we can't afford brand new, and we found this awesome van for dirt cheap. It was like a thousand years old, but it was a Mazda MPV, or MVP or whatever the hell they are, which is what I wanted. We almost bought it, but it turns out the air conditioning didn't work, and ain't no way I am gonna get that repaired, because in our old car, it cost like 600 bucks. Then the dude pretends he doesn't know it didn't work and made up this stupid thing about how Canadian Tire maybe didn't recharge it well when they changed the timing belt, so of course we asked around and there is no need to disconnect the AC when you change a timing belt apparently, so the little fucker lied to us and lost a sale - I was willing to just say find out what it costs and deduct it and I'll buy it, but whatever. Little lying pants can just piss up a rope.
So we found the van on Saturday and were going to test drive it Sunday. Now, I need to back up. A couple months ago, I was upstairs at work, visiting some people from another department who I really think are cool, and we ended up singing (I can't remember why exactly, so don't pester me for details) "The Night Owls" by Little River Band, and then somehow started talking about how much we actually liked the band back in the day. Of course, I grew up on all that 70s stuff from my older sisters, and being the nostalgia whore that I am, I love it all still. Sooooo, anyhoo, a couple weeks later, I see that LRB were going to Regina's Casino, and told them, and since one of the women who was there that day coincidentally was moving to Regina in April, said we should all come down to this show. Well, little old me thinks it's one of those things people say and then forget about and y'all get on with your life, but turns out she buys tickets for me and this woman we work with. Well, I can't find any reason to get out of it, so I suck it up and just go - remember, Regina is a 3 1/2 hour drive from here. So anyway, Saturday arrives and we have so much to do and Rach is giving me a guilt trip and I am all sad because my time with the kids will be cut into, and the kids always cry when I am gone, so by 3:00, I was all sad. So we leave, me and this woman from work, and drive down there, and meet the other woman and her hubby, and they seem to think we are staying the night, and they bought food and booze and made up their spare rooms, and made dinner plans, while I am sitting there thinking "we can be on the road by 10 and be home at 1:30". So, the show.... let me begin by telling you there is one remaining original member of the LRB - the drummer. So that will set the stage for you. I mean, they were a perfectly fine band, but what the difference was of hearing them play as opposed to any band in a bar, I don't know.... So the show finally ends, and they find out I am forcing us to go home that night and they are all let down I can tell, but I was so homesick for my kids I was almost sick. I called them from the bathroom when we got there, and then I was thinking "it's bedtime, they will be crying for me" (I was right, they did). I was watching the show with Kiss' "Beth" going through my head - "just a few more hours, and I'll be right home to you..." So anyway, we then go to this trendy restaurant owned by my friend's brother in law (not the people I was with, a different friend, but I knew while the food was great, it was slow and a party place for the young and/or trendy at night). So it took fucking forever to get my fucking tandoori chicken and the frigging black bean whatever, and we don't get out of there until just about 12. Well, I know I put a damper on the whole thing, but really, I have no regrets in coming home. We almost hit a billion deer on the way home, but I was never so happy as when I rolled in the house at 3:40 am.... be it ever so fucking humble, peoples.....
So then I felt bad for giving up my Saturday night with the kids, so I took Monday off and had a great time with them. We met Rachel for lunch and then I took them to feed the ducks, and then shopping, and bought them new lawnmowers and we cut the grass and planted more veggies, and had a damn good night. However, Keryn started coughing that night and on Tuesday, Rach had to take the afternoon off to stay with her, and I took today. She coughs until she pukes. i took her to the dr., who of course said it just sounds congested, not infected, but of course to come back in a day or two if it gets worse. So, I bought her some codeine cough syrup for the first time in her life, and it calms the cough a bit, but I think it's making her dream crazy. She's been up twice in the hour she's been asleep, so I dunno, might be a long night. Tonight we planted more garden. My sister Libby across the street is going to China this summer (yes, China, some church thing) and said we could plant her garden, so of course, as soon as we got out there, it started pissing down rain. Supposed to rain for the next two days, which will be interesting, since the sod comes Friday afternoon. I am like triple booked this weekend. I don't know what in the hell to do. I am supposed to have the cancer walk on Friday, 7:00 pm to 7:00 a.m., and I thought I was doing my sod Saturday, so I was going to go until midnight or so. Well, now it seems we will try to do it Friday night. Then, at the same time, I was actually going to go to Regina on Saturday for a memorial service for a family friend at 1:00 p.m. Haven't seen them since I was 16, and as they are all on the coast, I know if I don't go, I will never see these people again in my life and so I sort of want to go - my folks will be there and everything too. Well, I wanted to go to that, and there is this 'do for work on Sat. night I am supposed to be at since I was on the organizing committee, so I could go to that too, but I dunno - that's 4 things to do. Don't know what will happen.
Shit, sorry, this isn't even amusing, just a recap of crap, but I had to write it quick because any second, my coughing daughter could be beckoning.
Oh, so Canadian Idol is on now. This is always more interesting than American Idol.
Well, sweet piss all else to say. i am so behind on everyone's blogs, I am embarassed.... Don't know if Margo is reading this with someone (I hope so! You go girl!), or if Roxanne has pissed out her stone and she can stop carrying around a strainer with her, or if KB is still in the heatwave, or if Brian has reappeared, or what.... hell, haven't even thought about Jann and Rosie....
Anyway, I'll post tomorrow, peeps.... Just had to get this out before y'all started dropping like flies.
xo
JT