Weekend Fun...Against Doctor's Orders

We recently got a "new" jetski...which is pretty funny considering we had sworn off all personal watercraft as huge expensive wastes of money. But when this one came in as a trade, my brother-in-law couldn't pass it up and conned us into giving a couple hundred dollars to it. And insuring it under our policy. Sigh.

Anyway, I used to love the jetskis, until they died on me, so I wanted to try this one out before I am banned from the lake for 6 weeks. It is way more unstable than it appears! And yes, when I let it slip this morning to my doctor that I rode a jetski this weekend, he slightly freaked, sighed, and rolled his eyes at me. And then told me NOT TO DO THAT ANYMORE. Funkill.

Workaholic is also determined to permanently traumatize our daughter to anything that is fun. She went on two rides this weekend...the first, I could hear her crying as he drove away from the pier. The second, she actually waved as they were coming back in and cried when he made her get off!! That's my girl!

Of course, she handled tubing like it was nothing a few weeks ago. Not sure why this was so different, unless the fact that it was way more stable and we were going 2 miles an hour and she had buddies with her who thought she was pretty awesome. That might've helped a bit. If you look close, you can see she is the only one in the picture who is really smiling!

We love to have fun at the lake, and I am glad that she is starting to enjoy herself...you know, just as summer is ending. Oh well, snowmobiling is in a few short months!!

Ahhh...the weekend

On Saturday night, my husband turned to me and said, “You’ve just had the perfect day, haven’t you? Nobody bothered you and you got to take a nap.” Sad fact? Totally true.

I watched the Olympics for hours, I cleaned up thousands of bugs that had lost their life to our screened in porch, I cleaned & replaced the screens (that have been out of our windows for going on 4 years) and was finally allowed to have a breeze waft through my stinky house. Workaholic cares so little about sports that he totally didn’t bitch when I wanted to watch dressage and women’s basketball, but he was all about watching Misty May and Kerri Walsh play beach volleyball. Am I the only one who thinks out of all athletes, women beach volleyball players have the best bodies??? OMG…they are hot.

Sunday was different, but OK. We made the executive decision to move our bedroom to the upstairs. Which involved lots of heavy lifting, (not by me), discussions…I mean orders (yeah…by me), and many breaks to watch more Olympics (me…again). We now have a sa-weeet set-up which I will only have to leave in order to eat. And yes, we do have 2 big screen TV’s in the bedroom. (for now)

I also decided that it was time to grow up and go to church. After all, I am having a kid, and it’ll have to be baptized, and taught the fear of God. Where else can you do that other than a Catholic church???

It’s been a while since I’ve been to a church where the old people dressed to a T, yet also found it OK to talk during mass, only to complain about those around them. “I can’t believe that mother hasn’t taken that crying baby out yet.” “That sippy cup dropped on the ground and the baby just stuck it back in his mouth!” (this one was emphasized by a slap to the forehead). I also love love love the woman singing behind me an octave too high and just a little too loudly. You know who I’m talking about.

Anyway, I got my church on…although I don’t think I’ll be returning to that particular church. I listened to the readings and gospel; I really don’t need a recap in the homily. Thanks though. Next time…I’m trying out St. Michaels!