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Closing the windows, making soup.

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This week is flying by, due to a busy week at work, and a busy life at home.

On the agenda has been lots of Modern Family with Jeff. We’re almost through the first season, and we just started it last week.

We’ve also done laundry, I had a ladies night, we caught up with an old friend last night, and tonight Jeff heads to the OC to hang out with his bro. I am going to video chat with Corelyn and make zucchini bread, pasta fagioli, and a cake if I have time.

Which, obviously is the best night in a lady could ask for. Especially if this weather keeps it up. It’s finally getting chilly around here, which means I may put away my summer clothes (aka two thirds of my wardrobe) soon. We even closed the windows last night. And tonight, the low is 53. Soup, here I come.

On the agenda this weekend is a drive-in, shopping, maybe cleaning, going through the selects of photos from Nikki’s wedding, and getting you up to date on the biggest party Camp Waterloo had ever seen (and probably ever will see.)

I will leave you with a few shots of the big day!

July 4: The Marvelous 11 Hour Beach Day

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July 4. What a day. What a day. So good, guys, so good! I’ve been absent, and I’m sorry, and I left my camera charger in MI, so I can’t add pictures yet, but this is how it went:

July 3 — Corelyn and I menu-planned for the 4th, did laundry, grocery-shopped, and prepared salad and veg kabobs and dressing and the coolers. We also went to Target to gather supplies. Not in that order. In fact, we didn’t get to the grocery until 10:30 pm, after a series of unfortunate events, and finished up with the salad and prep work around 12:15, when I promptly went to bed, on account of getting up at 8 am for the 4th.

July 4 — We got up and met on the patio at 9 am, filled the coolers, dumped ice on our burger patties, rum in coke (ingeniously disguised in a 2 liter, we are so smart), our Sam Summer’s, etc. We packed the car with so much stuff it looked like we were going on a week-long road trip.

Items Included:

Six-foot table (to put the food on)
Charcoal grill
Charcoal
Utensils, plates, cups
2 coolers
Frisbees
Football
Chairs
Blankets
Towels
Sunscreen
Change of clothes
Sweatshirt
Lantern
Flashlights
Cards
Hair detangler
Comb
Hair ties
Book
Crossword puzzle
Sunglasses
2 bikes (Jeff, mine)
Helmets, bike locks, bungee cord

I am probably forgetting things. It was marvelous.

Then we rode the 45 minutes to the beach. We got there around 10:45, and promptly said, “efffffffffffff” because the beach was SO crowded. We were hoping to get a fire pit, but clearly this was not going to happen. However, so many people at the beach meant that everyone was grilling, and thus the lifeguards/police didn’t care that we had a charcoal grill on the beach. We proceeded to make 4 trips to and from the car to the beach, arranged our items at our camp set up, and proceeded to lay out. I sunscreened 4 times. I got tan — everyone else is burnt. Jeff is the worst, and it makes me die a little inside.

We played football, drank some rum and coke, worked on the crossword, watched the boys dig a hole, worked more on the crossword, listened to tunes, and went swimming. Well, Andrew and I (Corelyn’s husband) were the only 2 to go into the water and we were in the water for like 40 minutes, and then we saw a seal.

A SEAL IN THE OPEN OCEAN BY US. AT LOW TIDE.

Do you know what seals in the open ocean at low tide mean? Usually? Sharks. Big ones. So we promptly hopped outta the water after Andrew pointed this tidbit out and I said, “Eww, I hate it. Let’s go.”

Anyways, the rest of the day was spent reading, crosswording some more, playing scrabble, and generally having a good time. Then we BBQed into the night, and waited for the sun to go down. The kabobs were delicious, the burgers marvelous, the chips that guests brought scrumptious, and the veggie salad was heavenly. We had visitors coming and going all day, with a total of 12 in all, with 8 of us BBQing at night. When the sun disappeared, we saw fireworks all the way up the coast: Marina Del Ray, Santa Monica, and 2 separate places in Malibu. Beautiful.

We arrived home around 10:30, and by the time we were all showered and clean, with our stuff tossed into corners to be dealt with other days, it was 12, and we all promptly went to bed and slept the morning away, dreaming of the wonderful 11 hour epic beach adventure we had partook in.

Tonsils, and other things of interest.

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Sorry, guys. I’ve been a bit busy. I will be updating pictures of new things in my life ASAP (like my bike!!!) but first, an adventure in Jennie’s life.

Friday morning, as the day wore on, I realized my tonsil was approximately double its normal size. This alarmed me, but I did not feel sick at all, so I figured I was fine.

Saturday morning, I took some IB and headed to soccer. I drank some water, tried not to yell as much, and did what I could to make it stop hurting. Took some more IB. Headed home with Jeff, cleaned the kitchen floor, did the dishes, cleaned the bathroom floor, went to Corelyn’s, help her with dishes, watched her mop the floor and the bathroom. Went to Trader Joe’s, bought 10 pizza crusts (more pictures to come) and went home. Made 10 pizzas, drank some wine, and had a party. Got a bike!! (In case you’re wondering, it’s birthday season here in my providential life.)

Took some more IB. Slept from 1 to 11 the next morning, because my tonsil doesn’t hurt when I’m sleeping. Woke up, took IB. Grumbled. Made some breakfast, headed to the farmer’s market. Headed home. Took pictures of my bounty. Planned a week’s worth of meals. Went to Ikea, then Ralph’s. Cooked some food (pictures to come) and ate. Cleaned up. Swept the living room, dining room. Helped Corelyn with “thank you” cards from her wedding.

Grumbled. Went to bed tired and angry. Tonsil = a cherry tomato.

Went to the doctor this morning:

“Well, it’s fine. It’s not infected or anything.”

“OK…well…”

“Your ear looks like the eardrum may have burst. It’s a little red, has a spot of blood. ”

WHAT? This, apparently, is normal when your ear drum bursts. Your tonsil gets big? I guess.

GREAT. So then I bought some acetaminophen (generic Tylenol) because I figured I should stop taking so much IB.

And, by the way, guess how much my acetaminophen was? $1.46. For 100. That’s roughly a penny a pill. Which is marvelous, indeed. Oh, how I love generics and small town pharmacies!

Jeff turns 25: A surprise party.

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There are more pictures to come, which is a fave phrase around Providential Life’s blog. I am working on it. This week was crazy at work, and when I get home, after sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours, all I want to do is nap or sleep.

jandj

Jeff turned 25 this week. To celebrate, we had a party on Saturday night. Jeff, of course, didn’t know that it was happening. It happened like this. 1.) We were running late.

“SURPRISE” say all our friends

“Oh, hi guys. Look, they threw you a surprise party, Jen” says Jeff.

“Umm, no, this is for you.” says Corelyn.

“Oh, they threw US a surprise party!” says Jeff.

“No…I threw this party….for you.” says Jennie.

The end. He really did not understand until about 5 minutes later that the party was all about him, though.

And, despite the “25 drinks for 25 years” theme, no one got sick, and everyone enjoyed the pizza and alfredo.

Success.

More to come, lovelies. How was all of your weeks?

Dream Post 15: Eyeball.

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Guys, I am having more gruesome dreams, I apologize. Most of the time, I wake up and think, “Eww I can’t post that, they will think I am a freak.” But this one was weird and I hated it, and I have to share simply to lessen the grossness.

I had a dream:

I was at a party with Jeff and a bunch of my friends, and it was late at night. I was in the bathroom, and I looked in the mirror and realized my eye was hurting. I looked in the mirror, and it turns out my eyeball was rotting. There was a giant hole in it, and you could see inside my eyeball, and it was bloody and gushy. (I realize this is impossible, and that your eyeball does not rot, because it’s not skin. But it was rotted, none the less.) It was still chilling it the socket, just rotting away. I was astounded, and I ran to Jeff and showed him my eye. He was like, “Well I guess we should go to the Emergency Room.” So off we went. But on the way, we kept running into situations that did not allow us to get anywhere. For instance, we didn’t fit in the car, for some reason, and then other people like my mom wanted to see my eye, and then the road didn’t allow for our car to pass. My mom said “It looks like there is a bubble in there” and out popped 2 old contacts, as though I just had forgotten to take them out and kept layering them on my eye. We still couldn’t get to the hospital, and no one thought to call an ambulance. The whole time I was hoping that someone would realize how important this was, and I was terrified because this was the first emergency medical care I needed.

Then I woke up.