We piled into the the borrowed diesel pick-up truck for an evening out. The kids were being well taken care of by the "big boy and the big girl" ... as How called them and
Ang, Jeff, Ben and I were ready for a GOOD TIME!
Ang mentioned this place ... Ben was cautious about eating somewhere with the word "pinto" in the title ... but when you're sitting in a pick up truck with a seat belt missing for yours truly ... you figure, why not live on the wild side!
Let's just say, I knew there was going to be trouble when the hostess/waitress (it was a small place) asked if I had just had my toenails done. Would those be the same toenails that I painted purple with sparkles for
Bunco last month. The same toenails that were chipping and needed to be hidden inside flats instead of exposing themselves to the world in with flip-flops. Yep ... I knew something was about to go horribly wrong.
We chatted. Ordered drinks. Ate bread. Went back and forth on dinner options. Made friends with the people at the neighboring table. Talked about the good '
ol days at
NAU and laughed so hard our sides hurt. Well,
Ang and I laughed. Ben and Jeff just looked confused. And then ... she left. The waitress. Up and left. Followed by the chef greeting us in his thick Panama accent. "The waitress and I had a disagreement and she thought it was best to leave me with a full house. We did not see eye to eye. So I ask your patience as I will be your chef and your waiter. My wife will be here shortly." I can't do the rest of the story justice. It was just so "movie-
ish" ... the crowds quieted. There were
murmurs at the tables about her whereabouts. I was tempted to follow her. Get the whole story. You can't just comment on my awful looking toenails and then up and leave like that. I felt cheated. Angie and I created all sorts of stories in our heads which did nothing more than prove to me that I needed to get out of the house more often ...
The evening got better when Jeff picked up his drink ... only to have the bottom fall off. Ben got a nice Colorado Ice Tea bath and Jeff proceeded to pick shards of glass out of his elbow.
Once the food arrived ... it was DELICIOUS! And devoured quickly! Then the wife and daughter came in. They scurried from table to table to meet
everyone's request, including my own. I wanted details! Which were given to us over a nice cup of coffee and a to die for chocolate cake. It wasn't nearly as juicy of a story as I had hoped for ... but nonetheless ... memorable!
We piled back into the truck and headed home ... with me wishing that we lived MUCH CLOSER to Colorado!!
Our stay at
this crew's house ended with ... what else ... CRAFTS! Yes, I'm wearing the same shirt as the night before. We had intended on going to church (
Ang was leading worship) but our plans got
interrupted when Eli decided vomiting would be a fun activity to add into the morning routine. Is anyone counting the vomiting experiences of the trip? Let me help you ... we're at FIVE!
Finally ... some hoops for J How (notice the air time!!)
And a little movie action (our way of entertaining four children under 3 so that we could get in a quiet dinner!)
Thanks for letting us stay at your place, Jeff and Angie ... we had the best time!
See you in COS next summer!
First things first. I post this fabulously attractive side picture of myself to show you ... my mostly unlocked jaw. After a treatment called a lavage, where water is injected and pulled from the jaw socket (was just about as lovely as it sounds), my jaw was "pushed" back into place. It was held in that new position for 4 weeks with splints. Again, more fun. The lower splint was reduced in size this past week and I was given the OKAY to eat without it in my mouth. My goal was to eat an In and Out burger without picking it to pieces and well, it sort of worked. Only problem now is that my back teeth do not touch. That's right ... I enjoyed my burger with my mostly unlocked jaw .... gumming my food. Ahhh ... at this rate, I'll be looking forward to dentures! My future might include a bite adjustment if my teeth continue to not touch and I ... well, I'll keep you posted!
Now, onto more fun topics. Like kidnappings. After enjoying my In and Out burger, I went outside to water some plants. I came back inside to see a purse on the table. I opened the purse, pulled out the cell phone and checked the picture. Just call me Detective Carrie. One of my favorite people had flown into town to kidnap me for the night! That's right ... no kids ... no responsibilities ... just me, Em and a night on the town!
We drove to Oro Valley, hit up Walgreens for some treats, stopped by Pei Wei, grabbed movies at the Red Box ... and a trashy magazine to catch up ... and had a blast!! Thanks for the surprise, Em!
Saturday was my official birthday ... THIRTY-TWO! It's still settling in. I had a great day ... with no hair mishaps like last year. Just an eyebrow waxing. And a bit of shopping. Delightful!
Then ... it was back to our usual lives. Lives with extreme heat and excessive humidity. Humidity that makes this one's hair curl like crazy! I LOVE IT!
We gaze at the outside world ... but rarely venture outdoors for fear we might melt.
So ... we do things like make the world's longest Play dough train.
Some of us prefer to eat the Play dough and ... really, to each his own. When it's that hot outside ... it's hard to turn down any indoor activity that keeps them occupied :)
The new favorite indoor game is No-Hands Kickball. Ben's invention.
All hands in pockets.
And it's CRAZY fun. A bit dangerous given the speed at which they run at the ball and the small size of our kitchen ... but nothing a little cabinet padding couldn't fix!
And finally, I spent the other morning googling. Really fun stuff like ... How To Get Urine Out of a Mattress ... and How To Remove Makeup from a Wool Rug, thanks to J How and Eli! Vinegar and Baking Soda for both. Who knew? After that fun .. I figured ... why not use my Google skills for something a tad more up my alley so I tried, How to Make Organza Flowers. And the above is my first attempt. A fun hair clip to add a bit of spunk to my summer do!
