December 05, 2005

Quickie Recap!

Friday--
Plug wires: purchased
Supper: cooked
Laundry: started

Saturday--Wife: awoken at 5:30 a.m. to go in to work to complete tasks left over from Friday
Laundry: continuing
Children: awoken and told to dress so we can get Boy to school for concert
Iron: gotten out along with ironing board to iron a shirt and pair of pants that just came out of the dryer so Boy will look presentable for his debut
Phone: keeps ringing with calls from wife who is 1) about to leave, 2) now leaving, 3) getting on Interstate, 4) miffed that I seem distracted by need to iron clothing and get kids fed before getting Boy to band concert, 5) running over a piece of metal in the road, 6) promising to meet us at school.
Children: Mostly dressed, except for Oldest, who is piled up in bed watching television, even though it is nearly time to leave
Ironing: finished, tell everone we need to leave so we can run go get some breakfast before concert so no one will be whining and dying of starvation
Oldest: asks if she has time to take a shower as I am getting children out the door, is told only if she wants to skip breakfast.
Breakfast: discretion, valor, etc., we all are in car and headed toward McDoodies for slop, pay, pull out to go to school
Cell phone: rings, wife on line to say she's in Trussville, asks if her husband bought her breakfast
Heavy sigh: done
Second breakfast stop: Sonic for a BLT, then on to high school
High school: park, have Oldest escort Boy to band room
Cell phone: rings, wife wants to know if we're at school yet. Yes.
Wife arrives: eats, thankfully does not shoot and leave
Concert: beginner band, lots of slow oompah-type music, but overall very, very good considering three months before no one knew how to play an instrument.
Percussion: finest little bell player in the world has a solo on one number and nails it
High school percussion: these guys are GOOD. Wrapped up the day's events with a few minutes of high-impact thunder. Wow.
Home: install plug wires, test drive car, seems much better, go to dollar store to buy candy to decorate tables at church building, keep encountering woman with large bosom
Laundry: continuing
Christmas parade prelude: load everyone back up and head out to designated area, which is jam packed with people two hours before the thing is supposed to start, wind around through blocked streets to finally get to end of parade route where Oldest is supposed to be, dump her and Wife and Boy and turn around and go back to try to find parking spot, manage to find one behind the library at the park, park, go to library for Middle Girl and Tiny Girl to pee, they come back out and then I have to go, and by this time it's not just a Number 1 stop but the other, finish, then try to grab a minute to check on Ebay purchases, am busted by Middle Girl, who was sent in by Wife to see what was taking so long, log off (so to speak), then we all walk back down to the mall area in front of the middle school.
Christmas parade: small town Christmas parade at its finest--fire trucks, band, local judges, gymnastics teams, dog training school, Shriners, hardware store float, various martial arts, cheerleading, and dance academies, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts, beauty queens, pizza joint cars, fire trucks, Hillbilly Shriners, and SANTA!
Home: drop off everyone, get Rebecca back, call guy who's supposed to ride with me, go pick him up to go to the church building to set up tables
Church: arrive and four other folks already hard at work, set up tables, chairs, cover tables with paper, sprinkle candy around, run out of candy, go to dollar store and buy another bag, come back, finish, and leave
Home: attempt to download digital photos, so many that the camera keeps crapping out before they all get transferred, swear silently
Laundry: continuing

Sunday--
Church: make sure food is in place, have to go get a few more diet drinks from the dollar store
Worship: sleepy, very sleepy
Lunch: very nice, and we have enough folks serving and cleaning up so that no one complains (it was our group's turn to do all the setting up and stuff, thus all the previous night's decorating and grunting)
Home: attempt to fix camera shortcomings by transferring all older pictures to CD, then deleting the previous 400 pictures, don't get finished by the time it's time to leave and go back to church for round of afternoon meetings
Church: my meeting starts later, so I take drawings for new addition and start marking them up, people keep stopping and talking, thus making certain I don't get anything done, my meeting finally rolls around, meet, discuss, finish with three minutes to spare
Worship: sleepy, very sleepy, but thankfully was able to get someone else to lead singing in my place--ears clogged with concrete don't allow proper pitch to be used and don't want to drive anyone away
Home: supper of leftovers from lunch, then finally fix camera problem--I have all sorts of pictures of Christmas parade. But they're still at home. Forgot all about bringing them this morning.

Monday--
Work: must do much today to keep up with flow, blogging probably going to take a hit, offer apologies for lack of content

OH! And the laundry? Finished.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 5, 2005 09:04 AM
Comments

Hah! Funny guy! The laundry is NEVER finished!

Posted by: skillzy at December 5, 2005 09:23 AM

Oh my ... I thought I did a bunch of stuff this weekend, but I'm out of breath just reading the "quickie". With all of that running around, it sounds like your leg is OK now.

I wasn't sure if this would draw the ire of the grammar police, but I thought that "bosom" should have been pluralized. Upon further review, the word does refer to the whole chest area "as a single feature". It can also be used as a transitive verb in place of embrace: instead of telling someone to "embrace" change, you can tell them to "bosom" change.

Thanks for sharing that you got "busted" at the library. Did you give a sheepish grin after seeing Miss Reba, and did she reply with an eye roll or head shake?

Posted by: MarcV at December 5, 2005 09:34 AM

Skillzy--true, but I measure progress as whether or not the laundry baskets in the laundry room are empty. If so, the laundry is finished, regardless of how much might be crammed into the hampers upstairs. All that stuff is pre-laundry.

Marc--no, my leg still is hurting. If I could isolate it and let it rest, it would heal a lot quicker. Stupid muscles. As for bosom, I don't think it would have been a good idea to attempt any sort of embrace. Tempting? Sure. Good idea? Not at all.

As for getting busted at the library, NO--no eye-rolling or any such thing because I told Rebecca there was absolutely no need to bother Mommy with this information because she'd just be upset and we wanted her to be in a fun happy mood all the rest of the day.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 5, 2005 09:45 AM

At the risk of being crude, bosom can be not only a transitive verb, but a tr@nsvestite verb as well.

And, given the quality of that conversation, I don't know that "busted" is the best choice of words. Imagine if she'd found you blogging instead of ebaying?

Posted by: skinnydan at December 5, 2005 11:33 AM

The SHAME! The HORROR! The EXPLAINING!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 5, 2005 11:36 AM

Notice how much extra time you have since Ms. Reba finished school.

Posted by: jim at December 5, 2005 04:04 PM

Not quite yet, I haven't.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 5, 2005 04:33 PM

If it wasn’t for all that extra time it would still be Saturday. Or something like that—that whole time-space thing always gets me confused.

Posted by: jim at December 5, 2005 05:34 PM