Happenings of a Weekend- aka "The Young and the Restless"

I had not realized that it's been a month since I posted here. Thing is, I gave myself those three weeks off from blogging that Poly and H'n'B were trekking across Asia, and although there's been plenty of drama going on here, there hasn't been much that been worth posting about- or that I've had the time to post about because it's taking all my extra time to deal with it. In my efforts to get back into the swing of things, I'm just going to post about my weekend.

For starters, I'll take this moment to inform, confirm, and restate something: I'm dating Andy Clasky (aka- String-bean Andy). Bubbles (who has since proved that there are quite a few lights turned off upstairs, if you get my drift) broke up with him mid-December. I started liking him in late November, and he started liking me before he was actually free to. Our relationship has been going very well, to the point where we have been seriously talking about what we'd like to do with our future. He's sweeter than gummy bears and all he wants to do is take care of me for the rest of my life and let me pioneer. We're both very dedicated to going into the International Building Work after the O.C. congregation is solid, which he will be having more of a share in since he was appointed as a ministerial servant last month. Plus, it sounds like we're getting very close to it coming to fruition and he wants to serve in what his family has been looking forward to for nineteen years and I would like to be one of the first pioneers. Everyone is getting pretty excited.

I feel like I'm getting sick. It's kinda like a chest cold, but considering that I've done my inhaler for the past four days, it could quickly turn into pneumonia for the third time since albuterol weakens the lungs. Yeah, I feel like crap, except my allergies have almost been non-existent this season. I'm taking the most wonderful prescription decongestant ever. And one of the side effects is lack of sleep due to more energy and that's just a perk in my book, especially since I can spend more time outside since the yellow dust doesn't kill me when I walk out the door. Everything is a gorgeous shade of green out here now, even though it's like 40 degrees outside. All thanks to recycling too... of chicken crap. Omigod did it ever smell HORRIBLE out here for about a week solid. You would have thought everyone's septic tanks had exploded. Since the Clasky family rents 10 of their 17 acres to the Dickens to farm, there was chicken crap about 50 yards from there house, and not just theirs but you could probably run into a field covered with crap if you traveled a mile in any direction from any point in the county for a week. It was SO GROSS NASTY. In the interim, the poo came into play in a revenge plot hatched by Andy and for a week extra, Biscuit's truck smelled just as bad. Ewww... thank goodness it's just one week outta the year.

So yeah, my weekend, which was pretty packed for a change. Friday, I spent about five hours in service with my dad, our Lithuwanian P.U., and Andy. Though I was the only chick in the group all day, it was still a good day in my book. I was able to introduce my dad to three of my calls and have some good conversations with them. From service, I kidnapped my dad and took him to the cingular store because it was my favorite day that comes every two years: contract renewal! After talking to David (the guy I always talk to there because he thinks I'm cute and gives me a discount), he gave me his opinion of which of the two phones I had it narrowed down to and told me which one he thought would best fit my needs so I got... this one. It's so cool. I can have as many different ring tones for as many different people as I want. It has a great camera and it does video as well. It keeps a good charge and drops less calls and I get better reception in the house. As an added bonus, sony ericsson has vastly improved their txtmsg center, which is very important to me since I now have unlimited cingular to cingular txting and about 200 for you other people that just don't get it. Plus, Andy and Biscuit have the same phone so we can send videos to each other because I'm positive that they want to watch me walk through Barnes and Noble and give my comments on all of the bargain shelf books and I'm just dying to see them drive their 4-wheelers though cow turds again. Excited with my new purchase that cost me all of $10 (after I get the rebate), dad and I rushed home, changed and left for Aunt Bee's. Her husband is the coolest pagan ever, and he makes the best BBQ in the whole O.C. That's what he cooked for us, Dimwitt & Eliza, and the new family that's moving up from Miami, who I shall call the Perez family. They have a daughter who is 18 and will have no trouble adjusting here to life here. She taught everyone there that night how to "ernk" people. There's no sense in explaining because Mehsha will get you all eventually. Got home, caught up with Poly, and passed out around eh... 1 A.M .me thinks.

Saturday I got my butt outta bed for service. Worked with a brother who I thought had developed some sort of issue with me, but found out that he's just been working (he's a school bus driver) and doing this fireman's training from 5 AM-5 PM each day and he's still managing to pioneer somehow. So he's not mad at me, just very tired. It was an OK morning. After service, mom and Mehsha left for ATL, dad and Jiminy Cricket left to the Stephenson Rd. KH for an RBC meeting, and I took my lost aunt to lunch at Depalma's downtown. That's some of the best Italian food in the coolest atmosphere in all of Athens. We talked relationships, did a little bit of gossiping, talked about plans to attend Jammie's wedding in West Palm (her home town), and chatted about Russian history. There aren't too many people that have a passion for Russian history like I do, and it was totally funny to find out that she is as into it as I am. She told her cousin that we will stay with in West Palm if I travel with her that she will be bringing her au pair, which cracks me up. She said it makes her sound rich, even though I only work for her one night a week watching her (my) kids. I love her kids, she's like a lost family member, and I know she's having a tough time right now, so I treated her to lunch. Following the delicious Italian food, I did the grueling drive to Stone Mountain where my Oliveparents live. It was high time for a family dinner and I have a wonderful time. Food is always good and we broke open the bottle of Dom Peringnon. It was good stuff. I was only allowed sips of that. After my slice of the best chocolate cake on earth, it was time to drive home because it was all I could do to keep from falling asleep. The chocolate just makes me so drowsy. Passed out at arrival time.

Sunday. Dad gave an outgoing talk in Conyers at 3:30 PM, so us Olivegals went to the meeting at 10 AM here at home. Afterwards, I collected phones and went played which one is who's with the mothers of the children that the three identical phones belong to (i.e.- mom, Momma Hayes, and Deborah Clasky). I was feeling pretty stupid, or maybe just not lucid. From there mom, Mehsha, Andy, and I went to lunch at Chinese. It was quite entertaining when it came time to open up the fortune cookies with us adding "on the toilet" to the end or "in the bed." Mine was, "Tomorrow will be a productive day. Don't oversleep [in the bed/on the toilet]." It made sense either way, and I proved it wrong too. I knew I was smarter than that cookie could ever be. At 4:30, we all went bowling. All is Mehsha, Biscuit, Andy, and me. Biscuit did some good bowling, making it over 130 both times. We were kinds forced to invite two other kids in the congregation. It's not that we have a problem with them, but our buffer girl that knows them well is under house arrest for false charges (as far as many people are concerned, not just us kids), and these two kids just don't talk much but they know her really well. Thing is they were on their way back from their grandmother's when we started our first game. It only takes us two hours to bowl two games and we were done and leaving when they got there. That was awkward... we all felt so sorry for them, but none of us had enough money to bowl another game and we all had plans back at the Clasky house that their stepfather didn't allow them to come to. The four of us do a lot of stuff minus adults and their mom wouldn't let them come without her husband and seeing as how he's 18, that either means he can't hold his own or she's overprotective. Anyway, that's none of my business, but so we all drove back to the Clasky residence and started playing baseball in the field. I took pictures, which are some of the funniest things you've ever seen. After some 4-wheeler rides, it got all complicated when our house arrest friend, Jordie-Porgie, showed up with her mom, little brother, and little sister. See, it was freezing by that time and we were all trying to go inside, they were keeping us out there, I was raring for some hot chocolate, and it just became a huge fiasco. Jordie and Biscuit like each other, but Jordie's parents are over protective. Though she's only 16 and he's 21 and they have full right to stop it and they should, they're taking it too far. They won't let her talk to any of us, just because we're friends with Biscuit. Her mom had to stay around while she and Deborah Clasky went over their talk because Biscuit was there. My mom had set an 8:30 curfew for Mehsha and I was trying to make hot chocolate for people and somehow the number kept growing till there must have been 20 cups on the counter and...ahhh! So after the hot chocolate was fixed I hugged everyone and ran from that place. Passed out after Andy and I finished studying the REV book together and here I am now about 24 hours later, being pushed out of the chair.

Can't wait to tell you all what I've been listening to lately. I'll give you a hint: it starts with a "c" and ends with "ountry"