One eyed bandit

I had a very busy weekend! On Friday I knew TheCount wouldn't be home (he had to work some events at church) so I took my sweet time getting home. I stopped at TJMaxx, Target, Home Goods, Shoppers, Giant, Food Lion, and CVS. When TheCount checked the bank stuff online he whipped his head around at me and asked what the heck I was smoking on Friday, lol. Man shut up, you weren't complaining when you saw that nice and full fridge :) When I finally got in the house around 8:30, I started whipping up my home made lasagna! Very, very, yummy! I'm having some for lunch today too. I also got into my hmmmmm, what to do since I'm home alone? I decided I should have a fondue party and make chocolate covered strawberries. I had a platter of strawberries made then I sat on the couch clearing out my tivo whilst dipping pineapples in chocolate. I got a new shampoo and conditioner so I also decided to wash my hair too. A perfect evening!

 

    Saturday I woke up with my eyes swollen shut. Not a good look. Then, while I was deciding what to do with my hair, some women came knocking on my door asking for a Portuguese speaking family. I stood there and looked at them like they were stupid. They asked if I knew any Portuguese families in the neighborhood. My swollen eyes and I stood there holding my hair into a ponytail staring at them like they were stupid again... knocking on my door before noon for this foolishness. They then changed their request for any family that looks Brazilian. I pointed up the stairs and shut the door. Do they think I sit at home and stare out the window playing spot the Brazilian? GO AWAY. I had a meeting at church for the childcare ministry. When I walked in the church TheCount was standing their talking to his momma (they both had to serve at a funeral) and he peeped my new hairstyle. It's called the "you got what you asked for." Every single time I go to the hairdresser or say I'm going to do my hair, TheCount asks what I'm going to do. Every single time, it's the same answer. I am a simple girl, with simple tastes, and I cannot sleep with curls, so I get a wrap. Now, I've decided that aside from leave in conditioner and some and Cantu moisturizer, I aint doing nothing to my hair. I let it air dry and I tied on a headband. How's that for different baby? You got what you asked for, a free woman! It doesn't look bad, though, so it's not like I'm trying to be evil. I just need a break from rollers, dryers, and flat/curling irons.

    During the meeting with the childcare folks, the lady kept looking at me telling me she had special plans for me. It made me nervous. I thought she was going to do something evil like take me from my babies and put me with 11 and 12 year olds (oh the horror!) but not so. They are starting a special needs class and she wants me to teach that one. Perfect! A special teacher for the special kiddies :)  I've always worked with special kids, even back in elementary school I got to go on all the field trips with the special class and help them out. The best one was the swimming pool trip, but I digress...I can't wait to help the kiddies.

   After that I went over my cousins house for a seafood dinner in celebration of his birthday. We had crablegs, the biggest shrimp I've ever seen, corn, fried oysters, and a cool salad. We stayed for a couple of hours, but after eating all the corn (their were 7 people, I ate 6 pieces of corn) my momma told me I had to go home, so I left. By the time I got home I was mad at TheCount so I shut myself in the room while he had some people over. My anger quickly subsided when he walked in with 2 new games for my DS. Ohhh yeahhhh, and there was a gas leak in the complex across from us. There were so many firetrucks and people outside it was crazy! I told my momma somebody had been murded and set on fire, my story is much more cool.

 

TheCount was sick and miserable and couldn't sleep. I finally convinced him to take some nighttime medicine at 5am. Needless to say, we didn't make it to church on Sunday because he was passed out on the couch. We didn't even leave the house. He moped around, played video games, and ate. I rearranged the bedroom and read blogs. He watched the Oscars with me and we both enjoyed them. I expected to be bored out of my mind, but I was pleasantly surprised. Now, I'm sitting at work with one contact in because my left eye wanted to act all crazy this morning. 

 

One eyed bandit-signing out.