Rough weekend. Someone reading this would assume it was because of my full house over the weekend, but I promise that has nothing to do with it. On Thursday, we narrowed our house-hunt down to 4. On Friday, 3 of those 4 went under contract. Two of them literally went overnight. So depressing. We had no idea that it could happen so suddenly, and I’m not sure whether that is a faux-pas on behalf of the realtor, or naivety on our part. Probably both. She knew how we felt, surely if she thought we should throw down asap she would have said that. So, it seems like we were all caught off guard. Three out of four times.
Mom, Dad, Haley, Starsky, Van, Trudy, Tyler, Bree, Sunny, Nick and Toby were here over the weekend. Now it’s just me and Jasmine, and I’m so lonely. Tom and Dad went to the Nationwide and Sprint Cup races on Saturday and Sunday. The Herolds were here for a wedding. So, let’s see… on Friday Dad, Haley and Starsky got in around lunch time. We went to Speed Street in Uptown and won lots of fun swag. I was a rockstar. I won game after game. I tell you what, ever since Mr. Nasty was removed, my hand-eye coordination and ball-handling skills have gone through the roof.
On the way home on Friday night, it occurred to me that I had left a Chickfila sandwich on the table behind the couch. CCCRRRAAAPPP. I knew that Jasmine and Starsky would have been all over that thing after we left and was positive they’d get up on the couch, spill half-empty soda glasses (also on that table) down the side of the couch, and litter my floor with the sandwich wrapper. Craaaaaap. The covers come off of the couch cushions easily enough, and are machine washable, but it was already midnight. And I have no idea how we’re going to wash the cushion part of the couch…. I felt so sick on the drive home. So sick.
We pulled up to the house, Tom apologized to Haley in advance because it hurts her feelings when we yell at Jasmine. As we made our way to the door, Haley ran to the window and looked in at the living room.
“IT’S STILL THERE!”
I opened the door to two happy, friendly pups and a perfectly intact Chickfila chicken sandwich exactly where I left it on the table behind the couch. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy in my entire life. I felt so warm, almost drunk. Drunk with happiness. It was kind of like marrying Tom, or sitting there with Tom watching the two lines on the pee test form. So good. So wonderfully awesome.
We had dinner at Mac’s Speed Shop (I think), because it’s rated the number one restaurant in Charlotte. It was perfect. A unique Charlotte experience, lots of food for the money – oh yeah – and also it was delicious.
Saturday, I had big plans. Haley and I were going to hit up Old Navy and then paint pottery. We went to Chickfila to get lunch for the Herolds, and Target to get her some pizza. When we got back to the house, everyone was there. It was good timing. That’s what we were shooting for, we wanted their food to be hot. We pretty much got there at the same time, I think.
Turned out we had to dog-sit Tobster. Makes sense. It was really hot out, so he couldn’t wait for everyone in the van like he usually does. Plus, the van was loaded with their stuff for the beach. Everyone was in formal wear. It really wasn’t practical for them to take a slobbery, hairy hot mess with them to that wedding. It just didn’t occur to me until about 30 minutes before they left that Haley, Starsky, Jasmine and I were all in for the night with Toby. Womp wah. (Not that I mind, Toby is always willing to babysit Jasmine!) Haley and I watched the Nationwide race, which I thought was really fun. 🙂 We watched about 6 hours of Jersey Shore in Florence. Haley ordered us a free pizza and breadsticks. She’s a good egg. We had a good time. It’s kind of like when it snows and you decide you have to walk to the grocery store. We felt a little bit of cabin fever because we couldn’t go anywhere, but we made a really good night out of it. My favorite part was our last two hours or so. Haley got a cup of Sammy Snacks and had all 3 doggies sit, lay down, and speak for a treat. She’s really amazing. She is a dog person… she’s an animal person in general. It was like watching Andreas Deja draw in my sketchbook, watching a pro do what they do. Very, very cool.
At 2 in the morning, Dad, Haley and I went to the train station to pick up Mom. And all was right with the world.
Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY. Tom got donuts for the gang. I want to say the Herolds left at 11 for a 7 hour drive, but didn’t hit the OBX until close to 9. (Just a guess based on facebook.) So, I’m real interested to find out how that trip went since I have to do it in a little over a month. I’ve been told 9 hours, so if they did make it there in 7, I want to go the way that they went! You know, of course, what I am thinking. “Nine hours?! I could be at Disney World in 9 hours!” Not just at WDW, but in 9 hours, I could be all the way inside the Magic Kingdom enjoying a Dole Whip.
Dad and Tom left around noon for the Sprint Cup race, the Coca-Cola 600. Mom, Haley and I left Starsky to babysit Jasmine and again I had big plans. Lunch, Old Navy, and Painting Pottery! Woo! We went to Wendy’s and Old Navy. By the time we left Old Navy, Mommy had a “hegg-aig.” We went back to my house and watched… something… what did we watch? I forget. We watched some of the race. Haley and I went to Target and bough the stuff to make PKP and chicken spaghetti. It was a fun little meal. About the time we were done cooking, Tom and Dad came home. Everyone was so exhausted. We ate and passed out.
On Monday morning, I had booked us a breakfast date in Rock Hill. We met Will, Joyce and Sara Beth at 9:30 at Cracker Barrel and sat there running our mouths for about 2 hours. It was so good to see them. I had so much fun. When my food came, I was sad, because it meant we’d be leaving soon. (We actually didn’t, we sat at the table for a loooong time after we were all done.)
We left Cracker Barrel and I whispered into Tom’s ear, “Disney Store?” He smiled at me and nodded.
We headed up I-77 from Rock Hill, into North Carolina and got on I-485 heading east. Dad was fussing at Tom for being in the wrong lane, going the wrong way… he sad something about being a bad driver in front of Mom and that opened Haley up to her Anjelah Johnson, “honeeey, I try to he’p yoo,” impression. We were all dying laughing, wishing Lindsay was with us, and just saying it over and over. So, although Dad thought Tom was going the wrong way, Tom’d just say, “Hon’ay, I try to he’p yoo!” We parked at Macy’s, walked through and looked at luggage. It was kind of nice to just do nothing. Mom hit the nail on the head later, she said that whenever we get together it’s because we have something going on. It was nice to just do nothing. Just shop. Just be together and be funny.
We left Macy’s, walked around that corner and Haley said, “Gah! I know why we came here!” She RAN to the Disney Store. I was nervous, you know. We have a sister that get’s a discount and all of the merchandise is available online. I was afraid they’d think it was pointless to go there. They didn’t. They were excited. We shopped and shopped and shopped and shopped. Dad talked to a Cast Member who said that the stores are making a comeback. Dad said, “Yeah, because you can’t take your kid into an online store.” Dad bought tiny sunglasses for Lil’ Happy. So cute. He also asked me when we find out, because he’s excited about being able to get gender-specific stuff. I am so tickled that he’s playing that Grandpa card.
I bought a Disney Store vinylmation and got the chaser! I wasn’t as lucky with the Snow White minis. I got Sneezy. Not bad, but you know I wanted Dopey.
They were so not-annoyed with going to the Disney Store without our walkin’ talkin’ discount machine, that we went from South Charlotte to Concord Mills to visit the Disney Outlet. The pool in my neighborhood opened this weekend, I was chompin’ at the bit to paint pottery… but the Johnson Family went to the Disney Store. That’s how we roll. That’s what we do. It was pretty fun, as fun as a pool day I’d say.
They left around 4, and I have been ridiculously lonely ever since.
In other news…
I had a BombPop this morning that Tom bought me yesterday from an ice cream truck. It was SO GOOD. The problem? What does a pregnant gal do when her craving is something that rolls by the house at random on weekends? (Or not at all.) What? Go to the grocery store and buy popsicles? Not the same. They’re more watery, more icy. This was so soft. It was a popsicle, but when I broke through the frozen barrier, it turned to some kind of delicious miracle of cushy goodness. The ones at the grocery store don’t slush as much as they just plain drip. Anyway, now all I want is another BombPop. I don’t know what cravings feel like, but this is as close as I’ve gotten to it so far.
It just occurred to me that I have a fridge full of wedding cake from the Herolds! Woot!
Kirk out.
That La Kid 
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