This blog rarely finds me at a loss for words . . . but here I am. So much going on, I don't quite know where to begin. I had a post ready to go for today. I scheduled something knowing life was going to kick up a notch. That post didn't cover how ramped up everything is at the moment, so I decided to start fresh. Part of the reason for being so busy is a long story that I'm drafting in bits and pieces. It will pop up here eventually.
Fun fact about me: I don't like to start a story and leave it unfinished. If I'm at a social gathering and I go off on a tangent (who me?) or get interrupted (the nerve), I struggle if I can't get back to my original thread. When it dawns on me later, I think OH SHOOT, I NEVER FINISHED TELLING THE REST OF (insert really important tale here). So the story I'm working on will be shared once I have all of it ready to go. Get excited.
Last week I finished my grad video for Tank, not without the usual hiccups and nightmarish moments. The movie is so long. What can I say, Tank is hard to recap in under 30 minutes. I realized one night when I was almost done that every time I cut and paste a video clip and dragged it to another part of the movie, that I inadvertently deleted whatever clips were near the spot where I pasted the clip. I refused to panic, but went back thru my clips and re-entered them. *Initially I dragged the clips, but cutting and pasting was so much faster - um, editing fail.
While sleep is one of my favorite things, it was sadly not a priority last week.
First there were the late nights spent 'fixing' the movie, once till 1 am and my internal clock wakes me at 6 am. Of course my movie drama happened while Mini was away at Young Life camp so she couldn't help me. Sigh. But, it all turned out. I decided to let myself off the hook. Left the movie in it's intended natural state of a whopping 45 minutes. The end result might be crazy long, but it included iconic moments that I couldn't bare to leave on the cutting room floor.
Secondly, I told Tank one evening: I ORDERED YOU ONE OF THOSE SHOE ORGANIZERS TO HANG OVER YOUR CLOSET DOOR IN YOUR DORM ROOM.
Tank: YOU DO KNOW THAT I ONLY OWN ONE PAIR OF SHOES.
So . . . that late night was spent trolling Amazon till we had ordered an extra pair of sneakers. Shower shoes. Fake rubbery Birkenstocks. Ed bought a pair at CVS for a few bucks his first weekend away at college and he loves them. He sold Tank on the idea. Those cheap shoes come in unisex sizes. Translation: they only go up to a men's size 12 or 13, but all 13s were sold out. You know that Tank wears a size 15, right?
All this while I cleaned the house for the Aug 7th grad party. By clean, I mean seriously organize loads of STUFF and REALLY clean the areas that are apparently easy to ignore on the regular. I had so many lists to remind me what needed to be done - not the least of which was the groceries. I bought mountains of food: 5 lbs of Italian Beef to throw in crockpots and then everything needed to whip up 10 lbs of baked mostaccioli, a full crock pot of sweet and sour green beans, and I doubled the always popular 7 layer taco dip. I let myself off the hook and ordered three of the amazing Portillos chopped salads, and a cake from Costco. I thawed dozens of my chocolate chip cookies and hired my niece to make a surprise 'special' cake featuring Tank's college mascot.
The party was Saturday. All went well. Lots of people we invited couldn't come, which was a true bummer. Weather was a little sticky, as in hotter than hell, but no rain. We were worried people would flock inside and we'd need to enlist the service of the basement where we currently have an unidentified AWFUL smell that we cannot tame. The plumber came by and assured us it is not a sewage issue. Interesting because the stench says otherwise. Remember the dropped milk gallon on the stairs? Could that be coming back to haunt us? That was 6 months ago and we've had no issues since our dedicated clean up. Hmm.
When not pondering gag-a-maggot smells and just how much food is necessary to feed a smallish crowd, I asked Coach if he'd consider fixing the Great White up since we are having a heck of a time finding a replacement.
He's not interested in fixing 'er up, which I get, but we drive Tank to college on Friday the 13th and we'd like to drive a newer version of the Great White. We have no idea when a gently used, former airport shuttle will become available. Lad came home from work just before the party and told me that they found a possible car for us, but it said DAVE'S PLUMBING on the side. Desperate times, I'm not opposed.
Sunday, the day after the party, we packed up all the vacation food I'd organized while preparing for the party (some of which I stored in my folks' fridge so I could make room for 8 small trays of pasta), the leftover trays of pasta, and a bunch of other crap and woke up the teenage crew and drove to Michigan for a three day vacation at a rented house near Lake Michigan.
We return Wednesday and then spend Thursday packing before we make the college drop off with Tank on Friday. And there you have it - not exactly a loss for words, but busier than all get out. Have I mentioned that I'm exhausted?