No ideas for a stellar blog post tonight. Shocking, I know. But after a couple of really busy weeks and a sickly week, the brain is taking a break.
I made it back to butt camp today, the second week of this session of camp. In other words, I haven't had the usual week off - I've had TWO weeks off, one of which I was up-chucking my guts out (yes, that's an excuse, but I'll take it, thank you).
Cleaning. Putting away. Getting doo-dads at Home Depot. Assembling. Throwing away. Passing stuff along and sharing the excess. Taking a break. Refueling with Starbucks.
Okay, so I was up until 3am this morning (not on purpose - my brain just would not turn off) thinking about all the things I needed to accomplish today. But while Butt Camp was on the list, I didn't make it. I decided that crunches would not be a good idea on two hours sleep.
Today I made it back to butt camp. Then I ate breakfast, had a 15-minute nap, went to Molly's to wait on her fridge delivery, started on her new closet shelving, made repeated (four) trips to Home Depot, moved three pieces of furniture from my house to Molly's house (thanks to Bier's help), chatted with Matt about pipes and showed him Molly's house, arranged for wine to be delivered, talked to the painters about painting the utility boxes, talked to Jason about the driveway and odds and ends, visited with Lindley before taking her home and feeding her sweet potatoes, went to Petsmart to get products to keep Rambo and Blackie from wee-weeing in inappropriate places, chatted with Marilyn on the phone, and ate a hot dog from Home Depot and two pieces of pizza from somewhere. 
After a day of gut-wrenching (and retching) illness, I needed a day to recover and hopefully find some semblance of normal. I was plenty happy not to be trotting off to the bathroom every 90 minutes. But there were other things to do - like clean house, eat real food, consider returning to butt camp, and other such things.
For a few days last week, Lindley had some poopy diapers (since she can't read, I'm hoping she won't be embarrassed) of apparently epic proportions (as told by her parents and day care ladies). Of course, I wrote it off to teething, crawling, being a baby, eating new foods - anything but the two words that strike terror into my soul - stomach virus.
Basically, Molly and I have spent the last 11 hours together. We started with brunch, managing to avoid the possible food poisoning that Sam contracted. We baby-sat Lindley. We bargain-shopped at Target. We looked for shorter blades for the ceiling fan, but found none. We loaded a bed frame into the car to deliver it to a friend who apparently lives about a zillion miles away. We got on the interstate, only to find it backed up, so we decided to deliver the bed later. We dropped off Lindley's new socks and old bottles, and learned of Sam's malady. We went to Sonic to get drinks before Happy Hour was over and procured drinks for everyone (including Powerade for Sam). We realized that we did not have the necessary screws to assemble the bed frame, so we returned to Molly's storage place in an attempt to find the missing screws. Didn't find them, so we went to Home Depot to purchase replacements. It only took us three tries to find an appropriate screw (which wasn't the one that the old dude tried to convince Molly was the correct one). We got the screws and headed out for the bed destination, only to realize that we still had a few hours before the new bed owners would be home. So we went to Home Goods and another Target and finally arrived at the bed's new home - in the dark. We unloaded the bed and headed back for home, stopping at Arby's for dinner - around 7:30pm. We finally arrived back in Nashville, I deposited Molly at her house, and finally came home and jumped into my pjs.
This morning I took my car for an oil change at 7am. When I was finished, I stopped at Home Depot for some chicken wire fencing in order to Rambo-proof Molly's backyard (with the intention of keeping him from cruising the neighborhood). Basically, we went all around the existing fence, wiring chicken wire around the bottom - where Rambo's been digging out. According to my phone, I started at 9:53am. I think we finally stopped at dusk - around 7pm.
I admit it - it's been a busy couple of weeks. But it was all over by Monday. This week was going to be the week I was going to start getting it all together. And you're telling me it's Thursday already? But I haven't gotten ANYTHING together!!
Today started off with promise. I met some of my boot-ies from butt camp for pancakes (we have to carbo-load before the next session begins on Monday). The rest of the day was running errands, picking and taking clothes to the cleaners, shopping at Wal-Mart, picking up pictures, mailing packages, and getting my filthy car cleaned (which after three pass-bys at my usual car cleaning establishment and finding it closed, I decided to run it through a self-cleaner).Lindley can crawl from Sam Davidson on Vimeo.
Well, it happened. The weekend reached its signature event - the wedding. The morning was beautiful and warm, and friends and family joined us for the emotional moment. We had music and a reading and a flower girl and two ring bears. Words were said and vows were exchanged and rings were placed on waiting fingers. In a quick moment, the union was sealed with a kiss and all was said and done.
I started the day with a 5K (my third in three weeks). After that and doughnuts at Sam's house, it was time for manis and pedis. We finished there in time to run a few important errands and grab lunch. Then it was time to change clothes for pottery painting. Once we were done there, it was time for our early-bird dinner, finishing in time to shop for a dress for the wedding and make cupcakes. It has been a full, great day, and I'm tired.
Stirred the chili at 1am. 
It's late at night (for me, anyway) and my bones are weary. The dishwasher is emitting all kinds of strange noises - and it's supposed to be a "quiet" dishwasher. I'd go to bed, except for two things: (1) I'm a little fearful that the dishwasher will self-destruct and burn down my house, thus putting a small crimp in Maribeth's weddings plans, and (b) I have to stay up another 45 minutes so I can stir the chili.
Yeah, that's my way of saying the obvious in a nice way. The wedding is in five days, and time is getting short.
Yes, we're still in the Ten Days of October Fun. I bet you thought they were all going to be at Disney World. Oh no - that would be too boring. We want to make it interesting 
Did a 5K with the family this morning. Ate breakfast with Steve. Showered. Went around the World a bit. Shopped a bit. Napped a bit. Ate an early dinner with Steve. Watched Lindley work on liking the swimming pool.
