By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong.

Hello and welcome to Monday all. There is no holiday on the horizon and the next few months of work look hot and bleak. I hope you have hunkered down and prepared. I think the next holiday is like Memorial Day, right?

The weekend recap
I'm going to keep it short because I'm tired and uber busy at work. Thursday night Seth went golfing and then brought home Qudoba for lunch. We watched Eli Stone and Kings since besides Ice Road Truckers, it's really the only thing we have on the DVR. Friday we woke up late (sooo divine) and went to the grocery store and then I started cooking and cleaning and Seth worked in the yard. I used my food processor from our wedding for the first time to make the corn slaw and I'm officially in love with it. I had this theory that if I got all the food done (which I did) I could relax the day of the party. This partially was true. Let's talk about the food a hot minute. I made Fat Potato Fat Fat (also a pan with Bacon), 4 boxes of Mac n Cheese, corn slaw (basically coleslaw with corn), Cucumbers with balsamic vinegar, mustard, garlic, basil, and a little sugar, min corn muffins, corn on the grill, peas from my garden, and Seth made ribs and chicken. The food was SO good and pretty much everyone said so. My mom tried to get me to drive her over some corn slaw yesterday-HA! Also Friday my parents didn't have power so my Mom stopped by and I did her hair for my aunt's birthday party and she helped stir some things for me. Saturday the party was fun, we didn’t have a lot of people but we had a lot of people we liked. Just enough! Dad brought over the family fest table so we would have somewhere to sit (at the eleventh hour Friday night I woefully noticed that I am completely lacking in outdoor seating. That could be because I HATE being outdoors in the summer so why would I have tons of seating? Anyway Dad showed up Saturday morning and set up the fest table for me because he is the best Dad ever). Saturday they showed up early and my Mom planted the most beautiful flowers in my sad pathetic stone flower planters and they looked oh so lovely-THANKS MAMA! We played lots of fun games and Jake from work brought and gave me a set of "washers" that he had made. Jesse snuck off with it though in the roar of a firework filled night. He was told he has to bring it back whenever I want. We went to bed around one and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Sunday we literally did not leave bed for more than 20% of the day. We watched "House" on DVD and ate lunch and dinner in bed. Leftovers-YUM! We only left the house to get gas in my car and we took the Kidtens with us and Willow LOVES riding in the car, and Bagheera would not get out of his bag and looked positively green and made pitiful meows whenever the car turned corners or I rolled down the window. Then he sat downstairs and pouted in the basement when we got home. Never a dull moment with Bengals. So all and all, it was a lovely wonderful peaceful weekend and I seriously hope to spend all this weekend in bed. But then I always plan that-ha.

SYTYCD
I am still pouting about who got kicked off. At least the male anyway, I could careless about the girl. Any reactions from out in the blog-o-sphere?

Some blog housekeeping
I forgot to point out that I put a picture of Willow being eaten by the snuggie as the new picture. Seth said I needed to have something that would catch people's eye since apparently if you misspell "carry on baggage" in google, my blog is the first thing that comes up, so for all of you who stumbled here looking for FDA guidelines on your carry on's, I can't help you, but I do have a lovely picture of my cat's butt.
Also I recently removed the "What?" reaction button below. And then I got a nasty comment (which I didn't publish because I'm queen of this blog and I don't have to publish nasty if I don't want to). The reason I removed the button is because some person, probably the person who sent the nasty comment clicked every entry's "What?" button like 67 times. I get you don't understand what's going on with my blog post about the third time you clicked it dude. I further understood it when you sent me your nasty comment. How about this, how about if you are confused by my blog you either stop reading or you ask constructive questions in the comment section and we will talk about it. But I really don't have the time to delete every email I get when you decide to be an ass and click the "What?" button 100 times. Sorry. I do actually have a job and a life, you might have read about it here, if you hadn't been so quick to scroll thru and click the button. I suspect this is the creepy stalker from Carrie R's blog "Half Assed" who wrote creepy things in her comments so I made fun of him. But unfortunately I don't have a crystal ball so I can't assume that in the definitive. Mostly I can speculate and delete the obsessive "what" button clicker's mean comments. But in case the rest of you wondered, there is the story. And new picture of Willow getting eaten by a snuggie.

Alright
Well I set a lofty goal to management this week, so I should probably try and accomplish that! Hope you all have a good day!!!
Love (when mornings start out positive),
Carrie