Friday, May 13, 2011

Last Weekend: Part 2

Blogger has been out of commission for the last few days, which has been sort of a pain.  Not so much for me personally...I've been completely entertained in the evenings reading yet another new book.  But I use Blogger for my students, and this week many of them were unable to finish their online assignment because of all the maintenance issues.

At any rate, Blogger's back online, and I'm stuck in our office right now because our carpet is being cleaned, so I thought I'd finish talking about Mother's Day weekend.

Where did I leave off again?  Hold on, let me check....

Oh yeah, so we left the bar and returned to Shannon and Jeremy's house right after 1:00 a.m.  Shan and I were famished, so Jeremy made us grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.  After eating and chattering for awhile, we all went to bed.  I slept in the downstairs family room on the couch, and I think I must have gone unconscious as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Sometime a few hours later, I woke up feeling incredibly thirsty.  I fumbled my way to the bathroom, but didn't want to turn on any lights because I'm weird about that.  I feel like turning on lights in the middle of the night shocks my system awake, so I like to keep things as dark as possible so I can go back to sleep right away.  Plus I was worried that the light would wake up the kids.  So I reached across the bathroom counter in the dark, and my fingers touched a nice, heavy-duty glass tumbler.  Convenient, I thought as I filled it up with water and guzzled it down.  I then refilled it about half-way and took it back with me to the couch, just in case I wanted more water later.  The rest of the night passed uneventfully, other than the fact that Charlotte (the pig) started squealing through the window like some insane demon-possessed banshee at about five or six in the morning because she was hungry.  Madi ran outside and fed her pretty quick though, so all was quiet again.

At around 8:00 in the morning, I woke up to the smell of good food cooking.  I crawled off of the couch and reached down to take a drink from the glass tumbler, but it was no longer there.  Instead, there was a candle.  In a jar.  Half-filled with water.  That's when I realized that there never was a tumbler.  I had drank water from a candle.  With a wick and everything.  Yeah.  Remind me to never quench my thirst, partially hung-over, in the dark, ever again.  Or better yet, just tell me to get over my weird paranoia of flicking on switches at night.

When I went upstairs, Jeremy was up cooking breakfast.  He came up to me and gave me a giant hug and told me Happy Mother's Day.  Then he continued to make Shannon and I a delicious breakfast.  It was awesome.  With Clint gone for the entire weekend (karate tournament in Oregon), it felt good to have a surrogate husband around, making me feel special on what would have otherwise been sort of a lonely day.  During breakfast, the kids all woke up and came tearing up the stairs.  Trinity and Elijah gave me big squeezes since their gifts were at home.  I was planning on driving home after breakfast, but it started to rain, and the fog around the lake was getting so thick, so I ended up staying until late afternoon.  Sometime around 4:00, we all drove down to the desert to meet my parents at Red Robin for dinner.  The dinner was okay.  I had a good time, but my mom told us this really sad story that left me feeling pretty depressed.  I won't get into that.

That night, after being gone for four days, Clint finally came home.  He won two third-place medals during his tournament, so he was feeling pretty upbeat.  The first one was for a nunchucks routine, and the second one was for sparring. 

In other news, one of my students swallowed a thumb tack yesterday in class.  He was sent to the doctors for an x-ray, but it was already "too far" for anything to be done.  The doctors gave him some medicine, and he was instructed to stay home today and wait for it to pass.  Not that this really changes anything, but this was one of my honor students.  He was very upbeat about the whole thing, and doesn't seem to be in any pain...yet.  I, on the other hand, can barely keep a straight face typing about it.  Middle schoolers truly are a unique species.  I'm surprised they aren't endangered by now.

Video doesn't do much for me, but this song makes me feel silly and happy..."like a fool." 


  1. The story about you drinking from a candle is hilarious!! I have the opposite problem, I can't go into the bathroom at night without turning on the light because I don't want to see my dark silhouette in the mirror, it creeps me out. So, the first thing I do is turn on the light, without looking at myself in the mirror... too many horror movies, I suppose. :)

  2. Why DID mom decide to tell us that story during a pleasant Mother's Day get together? I am stumped.

  3. I have no idea, Shan. I guess it was really fresh in her head since it had just happened the day before. But still, her timing could not have been more inappropriate, and it was impossible to recover from. Worst Mother's Day story EVER.

    Haha Kristyn, your account reminds me of all those spooky little games we used to play in the girls' restrooms as kids. Or during slumber parties. I still remember this one where two people would swing someone's body back and forth and chant some creepy words that was supposed to make them float...or something? It never worked, but man did that game give me the creeps. I think it was hearing voices chanting in the dark that always spooked me. Yikes, just talking about it makes me shudder. I'm a huge wuss, but luckily as an adult, I have no fear of the dark. That's amusing though that you have the exact opposite of MY problem with lights at night--although, thinking about it, I guess I'm not altogether surprised.

  4. can't stop laughing at you drinking from the candle!!!



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