Taco

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Gotta love them Oscars. If only they would make the show shorter.

I assumed that with me feeling better much of Friday that my health woes were behind me. Sadly I would be incorrect. Don’t get me wrong, I did feel pretty good on Friday. I was well enough to not break my night out with Sarah and Alyssa. It was a great night and I enjoyed the chit chat. I was pretty beat when I got home, but was pleased it wasn’t that late which meant I would still be able to sleep a bit before working at Eydie on Saturday.

This sleep thing sounds like a good deal when you can get some. Stupid stomach. I was up all night with waves of horrendous pain in my gut and as Kevin and Bean have always so delicately put it, liquid from the neck down. Bleah. It was awful. On top of that, I was exhausted because I couldn’t get comfortable and therefore sleep was impossible.

I forced myself to consume some ramen in the morning, but that was tough. We went to Lowe’s with the intent to get the panels, tiles and other supplies. Sadly, this storm that was incredibly lackluster and unpredictable made it impossible to transport said panels to the house. We did manage to get tile, however, which was a good thing.

When we arrived at Eydie we were greeted by the evil hedge in the backyard having fallen over in the storms. Are you kidding me with this? I have wanted to hack that damn thing out for 14 years and it would never budge. Now a slight breeze took its ass out? Ken and I spent quite a bit of time in stages of jacking up the monstrosity of a plant in the hopes to put it upright. I suggested we just slay the beast and be done with it. Ken wasn’t as keen on this, preferring to get it back up so that the privacy it provided was intact. Thankfully, out gardener showed up and must have given a good price to haul the carcass away and replace it with a simple fencing structure. Woo hoo!

Sadly, my energy was zapped and I was a mess much of the afternoon. Stephanie and family came with girl scout cookie goodness and fish. Only one of these items is for consumption. I liked being able to show off what we had done to the house and Dave was kind enough to help Ken bring in the super heavy tile boxes. We called it a day after this point, only stopping briefly at Ralphs for supplies.

Sunday had me feeling significantly better. I slept in until 10 or so. I felt lazy, but I felt good about it. We headed back to Eydie where Super Ken tiled the crap out of the kitchen. I did manage to remove all the old hinges on the cabinets and put new ones on along with scrubbing each of them. I also entertained the boys with some kickball action. Dax was enjoying the use of the back of the garage now that that area has no play structure. He asked me if I knew how to play. I knew the basics and he and I played. He was quite shocked that I was, in his words, “really good!” I was amused and continued to play. Bobby came back from his digging in the front garden and he also was impressed with my mad kickball skills. He played with us, taking turns when someone got out. I opted to do some play by play for a while, which made them laugh quite a bit. I am telling you, all sports casters are grossly underrated. That shit is hard! I also introduced them to the punishment of “butts up”. I did explain to them after doing it for a while that my softballing it was for their benefit and that in my day, that kind of thing could result in quite the sore tushie.

While I worked on the hinges, I did get to spend some time chit chatting with Mr. Bobby about life in the future. It was adorbs. He talked about getting a place near Ken and I, hopefully with Dax, at least until they get married. He has had a change of heart in his employment. He had wanted to be a construction worker recently, but has now decided that he wants to run a pet store. He doesn’t want to sell food and toys, though. He only wants critter there. I asked him what kinds, and he pointed out he could sell roly polies and snails and such. Yeah, my kid is going to essentially have a garden pest rescue center.

I was super pleased when the boys were adamant that I make tacos instead of going to Taco Bell, saying that mine are “a billion times better”. It is pretty gratifying when they are that excited about my cooking.

I spent the evening getting my Oscars on, enjoying pretty much all of the telecast. Dax was excited to see the performance of “Let it Go”. Sadly, it was a shortened version, which kind of bummed him out. That being said, I did love watching parts of the show with the boys, being able to actually tell them who certain actors were and them understanding, in addition to being pretty impressed with random trivia I could lay on them about these people. My super powers are finally coming to some use!

Now I am going to try and make it through this work day without coughing up a lung.