Weekend Recap

I hate to break it to you, blogbuddies, but I’m having one of THOSE days.  You know the kind. The days when your pants feel too tight, your bangs are in your eyes, your brain and your typing fingers are working at two different speeds, the printer is out of ink, and you desperately want to rename the copier Bob Marley (because it’s always jammin’). Yep, by all accounts, I’m having a Monday on a Tuesday.

But, lucky for me, I had a great weekend and I can happily dwell in the memories of it. And, lucky for you, I’m willing to share the tales with you!

Friday night, we piled into a very fun and very loud pick-up truck (and can you believe someone let me drive??) with some friends for a trip to the Mexican restaurant. I managed to prove, yet again, why you should think twice before handing me the keys to your wheels. Getting the beast into the skinny little parking space by the curb was not so challenging; getting it out was either a minor miracle or something that would have won me some big bucks on America’s Funniest Videos. But the truck’s owner (who is perhaps the nicest guy on the entire planet) was beyond encouraging and we all ended up back home safe and sound. Too early to call it a night, we picked teams and played a few thousand games of cornhole. If you’re not familiar with cornhole, it’s the grown-up version of beanbag toss. It’s not nearly as easy as it sounds but it is more fun than you can imagine. We played late into the night, or early into the morning, depending on how you choose to look at it. I haven’t laughed that hard (or felt that uncoordinated) since elementary school.

Saturday, I went with some girlfriends to a baby shower for one of the sweetest people I know. Congrats again, Leigh Ellen, Jon & big brother Jacob; I can’t wait for the arrival of Jackson in a few weeks! To balance out all that precious baby love, we headed out Saturday night for wings and MMA fights on the big screen. It was a historic night; Hall of Famer Randy “The Natural” Couture retired from the sport after a devastating loss to Lyoto Machida (and a chipped tooth) and Georges "Rush" St. Pierre maintained his title after five rounds of stand-up sparing with Jake Shields. At our table, we took turns choosing fighters to cheer for; sadly, I picked zero winners. None. Nada. Zilch. Not one. Not even by accident. Oh well, I suppose it's a good thing I’m not a betting kind of gal.

Sunday, the aforementioned “nicest guy on the entire planet” and I went to church and kept the nursery. I’d told him that dealing with 2 and 3 year olds was something like herding cats. He laughed like he didn’t believe me; I think he’s since changed his mind. But he was a good sport and for his efforts, I gave him some animal crackers. J

After church, since it was nice out, we went for a walk around the block and then ruined our exercise by hopping over to Sunny Skies for an ice cream. Don’t you just love a simply fantastic afternoon of nothing fancy? I know I do!

I hope that this weekend was a sign of things to come and that there will be a lot more Mondays (or Tuesdays that act like Monday) where I can happily say, “Let me tell you about my fantastic weekend!” I hope you spent your weekend soaking up some sun, sharing some laughs with friends, and sewing some memories into the fabric of your life. I hope your weekend was something simple, something special, and… Something More.