I awoke at 1000 this morning, fully knowing we were heading out at 1030. I got dressed, fed Puck, ate my breakfast and was pretty much ready to hit the road. However, my mom came home at 1030ish, sat and chatted, not to mention my dad wasn't ready to go. We finally put in a combined effort and made it out of the door by 1145 or maybe even noon... I'm not really sure.
We tried to listed to my new Zumba cd, but I couldn't quite handle the "noise." My dad and I ended up chatting instead, however it was randomly interrupted by him commenting on people's driving abilities. Around the time we passed Georgetown, I got a message from Ty and got to chat with him for a few minutes. I love chatting with Ty -- it makes me feel complete. Even if he only has time to say, "I'm sleepy, but I love you," it still makes my day worthwhile. I feel anxious and irritable when I don't hear from him. He told me about his day of flying and dusty LZs and how he has an early show tomorrow and will be busy the next few days. I just have to think, "We've almost done a whole month already. This will be over soon and we can go on with our lives." It's a tiny bit easier to have that attitude when I'm busier during the days and doing something productive.
Anyway, we got to the house and as we pull in the driveway, I immediately notice that a realtor has left at least two lights on -- thanks, it's not like we pay for electricity or anything... Then, as I walk up to the front door, I look to my right and see that our neighbor kid who does the lawn has broken one of our solar lights! He obviously ran over it with the lawn mower and just left it there. I know he knew the second he ran it over, but I'm not sure he told his dad and I don't think I should have to tell his dad. I am irritated that we spend $50 for two lawn mowings and only half the backyard is done and one of our spotlights is broken! That's fifty dollars not so well-spent.
We went in and checked the rest of the house -- everything looked good. No windows had been left unlocked by potential burglars. My dad and I got in the truck to go for a drive and my mom stayed back to watch Puck. As we drove, we notice the ride get pretty rough. None of the tires were flat, so we got on the highway and drove at speed for a bit before heading back toward Walmart. We checked the tires again at Walmart and none were flat, in fact they all looked brand new (perhaps because they're pretty damn new). My dad figured that they didn't balance them correctly when they put them on... it's definitely a possibility, but then it would have been a rough ride over the past couple months and it wasn't. I'm not sure what it is... I didn't feel the bumpiness in the steering wheel, but more in the seat. My dad said that's usually a sign that something's wrong with the back tires.
Walmart was a quick trip to buy plumber tape or whatever the proper name of it is. I paid and we headed over to fill up the gas tank. My dad was nice enough to buy that, so I didn't have to... He spent $63 and the pump did the "Tank is full" stoppy thing, but when we started it up, it was only 3/4 full! It was odd, but we left cause I was ready to go.
Once back home, we changed the shower-head and then my dad sanded and painted the wall where the tv had been in the living room. After it was all done, we packed up the things we brought and I grabbed a couple more from the kitchen and we headed out. I dropped a thank you card and check off at the neighbor's house and my dad was nice enough to drive us to Starbucks before heading home. I got a extra coffee caramel frapp with no whip, but I did not do as I hoped it would.
I don't understand. I've had Miralax everyday for the past five days, drank a lot of water, had caffeine today, and I've not pooped since Tuesday or Wednesday! My belly is starting to hurt and I can't eat much food cause there's just no room in my body anymore. I decided that tomorrow I'll put the Miralax in my orange juice -- if that doesn't work, then I'll be in a world of hurt.
Once we got home, I decided to finish watching my Netflix DVD. Dinner was ready before I got all the way through, but pork chops smelled wonderful, so I was ready to eat something. It was a delicious meal of pork chops and sweet potato wedges. I helped clear a few dishes, then retired to my room to finish Despicable Me. I really like that movie, but I cried a little at the end when the little girls are dancing cause I thought about Tyler and how I hope he never has to miss a dance recital or the chance to dance with our little girl because of work.
My evening ended with talking to my mom about my aunt's email she'd sent us. Apparently my dear aunt thinks she would look good with Cameron Diaz's hair and that she has the same hair color and Ms. CD. First of all, she does not. CD has golden blonde hair, not grey/blonde. Second, CD is tan so her color looks great. Marker couldn't pull off that color cause it's too golden and would make Marker's skin look pink/red, just like mine always did when I had blonde hair -- I never got it light enough until this past year. Third, CD has long hair and no bangs. Marker loves bangs and is too old for long hair -- luckily she knows this. Finally, my mom and I decided to figure out what's wrong with Marker's hair... and my mom's.
Marker always has bangs -- a lot of bangs. Her hair is usually too light and washes her out. Her eyebrows are also the wrong shape for her face... they're the exact same shape as the top of her eyelid.
My mom has pretty decent color most of the time, but she has what I call "curtain bangs." That means her bangs are not long enough or short enough and always part in the middle, like someone's drawing a curtain open. I told her the top needs to be a little longer, so it doesn't point or rise so high and she needs fewer bang pieces or bangs that sweep to the side.
To illustrate my points about both of their hairstyles, we perused their facebook pics -- turns out Marker now has the same hairstyle as Sue. Then we decided to look at pics from iPhoto. My mom and I looked at every single picture on their iPhoto... all 4985! Many I clicked through like rapid fire, but there were still thousands of pics we did look at for at least a moment. I'm not sure what time we started... maybe 2000 and we didn't finish until 2245.
It was near the end that I mentioned that we could have put our time to better use... by organizing my bedroom or something, but it was too late by that point. Oh well, we had fun and now we know how long it takes to go through pics. Plus, my mom now has an idea as to how to change her hair into something she'd hate less and sees what kind of sunglasses are more flattering to her face. Hopefully she also sees that she's prettier than she thinks, as I tried to compliment her in as many photos as I could.
Tomorrow we will start on my bedroom and send out another (smallish) box to my sweetest, most handsome (ever) husband.
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