The weekend

On Saturday, the 5th of July, I officially entered my 27th year of life. Bleh. 😉

No, seriously, I’m pushin’ 30, here, people! When did this happen? Where was I when the world decided that it was my turn to start turning old?? Ok, ok, I KNOW I’m not old and I’ve pushed my definitions of ‘old’ back pretty far to accommodate the unfortunate passage of time, but now I’m 27. This is my last year to become a famous rock star and then quickly join the ranks of the 27 Club. Is it possible to become famous AND die within a year, especially when one isn’t even on the fringes of fame? I don’t know.

::unneeded note: I don’t really want to die at 27. That seems pretty wasteful to me. Just so you know.::

At any rate, this weekend was very lovely. Busy as hell, but lovely. Friday (the 4th) we had one of those Family Barbeque’s to go to. And we went to it. Loud obnoxious brothers-in-law and (stb) hubby drank too much beer and acted like themselves. 😉 Annoying MIL fawned and poked over everyone while acting like a martyr. Big goofy FIL acted like himself, which perfectly explains his boys. 😉 All in all, in was a pretty normal family-type thing.

You should know, I adore these people. I am intentionally estranged from the bulk of my maternal side of the family and, as you all know, have only recently started re-building bridges with the paternal side of my fam. Over the course of many years, I learned to adopt friend’s families. This way, I got to do what most don’t – choose my family. And I am crazy about the families I’ve chosen. Now, some could say that I don’t really get to choose my in-laws, and they’d be mostly right. But, I have chosen Joe and I fully believe that means accepting and embracing his family, as well. He wouldn’t be the man I adore w/ out them. They are loud, weird, stubborn, prideful, and beyond obnoxious, sometimes, but they are also loving and giving and try very hard (some of them) to be good people. Besides, it’s not like I’m perfect. Practically, I know, but not perfectly. 😉

At any rate (again), there was family bbq-ing and then fireworks. The baby was fascinated with them for all of about 3.5 minutes. Then she wanted to run and play and eat the watermelon we’d brought w/ us. We headed home about 11p, tired and ready to land.

On the way home, we travel down a somewhat country road. It’s well paved and marked as a highway, but lined on both sides, the bulk of the way, with trees, fields, and the occasional farmhouse. Being the 4th, it was fairly busy, though. We were 3rd or 4th in a line of cars trucking along this road. Now, I’m a very defensive driver, as is Joe, so we’re always on the look-out for people doing stupid shit. Well, we got to see some stupid shit up close.

There aren’t any stop signs or lights for a long stretch of this road. But there are numerous side roads that lead onto it. As we crested a small rise in the road, Joe and I saw a pair of headlights come off one of these side roads… straight through a stop sign… doing no less than 60 mph. The car in front of the van in front of us (follow that?) slammed on its brakes, then the van braked. I had started braking immediately, so we were already slowing down. The red car that had ran the stop sign flew out into traffic. It scraped and was clipped by the front end of the car in front of the van in front of us. The red car seemed to slam on it’s brakes (after the scraping and clipping) which sent it into a spin off the opposite side of the road and into a yard. We pulled over and stopped right at the intersection. Joe jumped out of the car and ran to see if everyone was okay. Fortunately, all people involved were up and walking and fine. The car that caused the accident was obviously totalled and there were car pieces all over the road. Joe ran around picking things up and putting them off to the side, so no one else hit them to possibly cause a second accident. It was less than a minute before EMT’s and police arrived on the scene. We stuck around for the clean up and questioning, in case anyone needed us as witnesses. Joe and I breathed sighs of relief in thought, however. Had that car been ½ a second earlier, there would have been no accident. Had he been ½ a second later, it could have easily been fatal and ugly, with him broadsiding the car he scraped by. Had he been 1-2 seconds later… it would have been us he hit. With our two sleeping daughters in the backseat. *shudder* At least everyone was okay and safe. But we drove even more cautiously the rest of the way home.

Saturday morning (early afternoon) I was awoken by Joe and Yani with promises of breakfast, coffee, and presents. 😉 I came down stairs and realized it was after 11a.m., the latest I’ve slept in a long while. I got my coffee and my smoke and headed out to the back porch to perform my ritual wake up routine. Yani came out and asked me to step over to the truck for my surprise. I did and found a riot of flowering hanging pots and a little pot of Marigolds. I was, indeed, pleasantly surprised. I have many flowers planted in our garden, but none are flowering yet and I am feining for the scent of flowers.

Following breakfast and flowers, we packed up to head to a family reunion being held about 40 minutes south. Our intent was to spend some time there, then leave the girls with Joe’s parents for the night. So we ate, made merry, and swam a bit before heading further south to our concert destination!

We arrived, we thought, late to the concert. The tickets said 7:30, we didn’t get there til closer to 8. After parking, walking a gajillion miles, trying to find a spot on the crowded lawn and settling on the blanket, we STILL waited over 30 minutes to see the opening band, Colbie Caillat. We soon wished we’d been later. 🙁

Ok, I’m not saying she HORRIBLE, because she’s not. She is just one of those artists that belongs in coffee shops and bars, not on a stage. She was boring, flat and unimpressive. Her voice is nice, her band was very good, just unimpressed with her in general. So we made fun of her and the people who were all excited about her and waited for the man to appear.

And then he did. Oh my.

Now, let me tell you something. Physically, John Mayer is not a very attractive man, in my opinion. He’s rather scrawny and makes very weird faces as he croons those songs of his. However (comma) I am completely and utterly fascinated with his music. His voice melts parts of me. He plays guitar… well, sexually. He is a sexy being when he’s performing. And that is a very awkward thing to be aware of when attending a concert with your very significant other. But, I realized something in this realization (ha): Joe is, quite simply, all I could ask for. Now, I know he sometimes reads this diary, but please believe, I would be saying this if he NEVER read it. I’m not supposed to make a spectacle out of him (he asks) but I must tell you. When Joe sings and plays… *le sigh* it’s definitely an above and beyond reaction that I experience. And, it definitely helps that he’s infinitely more physically attractive than John Mayer. My honey could be a rock star, ya’ll. But I’m not sure I

‘d want to share him with millions of screaming fans. If I were to know there was a woman in the crowd who was thinking of my husband the way I’m sure lots of women were thinking of John Mayer on Saturday night, I think I may find myself on the side of genocide. Of all women. He’s mine. I’m just saying.

Wow, this is turning into quite the ramble. Ok, I only have a few more things.

We wrapped up the concert, very pleased with the show. John Mayer is a bit of a show off, but he deserves it; he’s a very talented musician. We managed to beat the majority of the crowd leaving b/c we bailed before the encore (fortunately, it turns out he played “Say what you need to say”, the single most annoying song chorus in the history of song choruses.. ugh). We hightailed it to my mom’s and slept until we needed to pick up the girls the next morning. Then it was homeward bound to get some must needed OUT OF THE CAR time. We decided to spend it outside, letting the girls play in the kiddie pool. And getting sunburnt. Us, not the girls.

So, in summary:

Joe is infinitely hotter than John Mayer (and I suspect a better musician, or at least could be).

Sunburns hurt like a bitch.

We need a season pass to the pool (yeah, left field, sorry).

Family is wonderful… in small doses.

Did I mention Joe is hot? The unfortunate of the sunburn was our unwillingness to further aggravate said sunburn by rubbing choice parts together. This makes me sad.

That was, I’m sure, more info than anyone wanted and definitely more info that Joe would have cared to have me share. 😉

Love ya’ll

me

(also, there will be pictures as soon as I find the energy to edit them all!)

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