What a weekend

It’s amazing everything you can cram into one weekend.  I feel exhausted right now, so maybe recounting everything I’ve done will give me a sense of great accomplishment.

Last Tuesday I woke up sick with the cold that belonged to everyone else.  I felt pretty crummy the next few days, but on Friday energy was necessary, whether authentic or faux.  Since Uncle Mike, Aunt Terri, James, and Abbie were all coming (so we thought) late that night, I semi-cleaned the house.  By semi-cleaning I mean getting out the vacuum, swiping over 1/10 of the house and leaving the remaining 9/10s to Caleb; dusting the part of the coffee table that wasn’t covered by a cloth; and only wiping around the faucet of the bathtub and letting Mom get on her hands and knees to scrub the rest.  In other words, I was too tired to clean so I made everyone else work by launching the process.  πŸ™‚

We left for Theresa’s rehearsal mid-afternoon in order to stop by our favorite shoe store to buy me new running shoes.  I’m excited to break them in as soon as my cough is over!

Since the bridesmaids had to do French nails after the rehearsal, we didn’t get home till 9:30.  Mom then spent the next couple hours putting hair-curlers in my hair.  Thankfully I was able to sleep in till 7:30 the next morning.

Mom and I drove to the conference center where the wedding was held, my curlers still intact.  When I pulled into the parking lot at Safeway, there was this guy standing by his car in the very next parking space, waiting for someone.  I just about died from embarrassment watching people glance at me then turn for a second stare.  We decided that if we have a harvest party at church this year I should be a harried housewife with curlers.

The next eight or nine hours will be written about in an upcoming post complete with pictures of Trent and Theresa’s beautiful wedding.  You’ll have to be patient for now.

Late Saturday evening the rest of my family and the Brinks rolled into our driveway after the reception held by Benjamin’s parents for Benjamin and Melissa.  Abbie got to see the remains of my wedding hair-do (done by Mom), a bit squashed but still curly thanks to hairspray.

Sunday morning we skipped Sunday School to spend a last half hour with the cousins before they departed.  Rebekah and I dressed up in our wedding finery for church, where I also played a piano offertory.  After church I somehow managed to get four new piano students in the space of twenty minutes!  πŸ™‚

At home I raced to the television to turn on my beloved Colts’ football game.  The number of channels we get is very limited, so I only get to watch them play two or three times a season.  But unfortunately, the weather was cloudy, so our reception was very poor.  The screen alternated between flashing “weak signal!” to slow motion football.  After much whining at the television, I opted to watch the game on nfl.com.  For the rest of the afternoon I alternated between making a zucchini chocolate cake and cheering the Colts on the computer.  And I still have not recovered from the loss of the game.  The Colts and Jaguars were tied, 28-28, after the Colts made a glorious touchdown drive.  Five seconds– five seconds!–left on the clock, and for an unknown reason, a timeout was called, to delay overtime.  But those five seconds allowed the Jaguar kicker to attempt a field goal, which was an incredible 59 yards.  The most unfortunate part was that he made the fieldgoal.  And I proceeded to get angry at the computer, because of course that could not be true that my Colts had been beaten by a measly three points which pushed their season to two wins, two losses.  However, if you just go to the NFL website, you will see the unfortunate fact that indeed they did lose, 31 to 28.  But I will remain loyal to the Colts forever, win or lose!

Not that you wished to have a play-by-play review of a football game.  But I thought you should know what an emotional afternoon I had.  πŸ™‚

At youth that night we played a game called “Straight-Across.”  This game basically makes fun of people who have never played it before, which included me.  And I was the last of five people to figure it out, that only after hints that completely gave it away.  This was not a blonde moment, it was a blonde 40 minutes.  But I survived, and now have a thorough knowledge of that game, albeit knowledge gained the hard way.

I came home to see the last five minutes of a New York Giants game (they won!), talk to both my brother and sister, and hear Ruth Ann describe their new church building.  And then I went to bed, tired after my weekend.  The End. 

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rebekah
    Oct 04, 2010 @ 23:02:36

    It was SOOOOOOOOO funny to watch you try to figure out that game!!!:) Though I think that the name should be changed to Straight to DU. πŸ˜€ I think that Zach would disagree….he would probably want it called Straight to Zach. πŸ˜€

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  2. Samantha R.
    Oct 06, 2010 @ 02:37:07

    What a weekend!!! A wedding, an exciting football game and more! =DCan't wait for pictures… please? :)I love wedding pictures….

    Reply

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