from blow-up toys to blowin' stuff up

Heehee, and not the naughty kind of toys either. Gotcha there didn't I? :)

So far this week the mood to write (type) has escaped me. Don't get me wrong, there's been plenty going on and I actually sat down twice to get it all out. But, when the screen came up... nothing. Since it's almost the weekend again *woo hoo* I feel like I need to at the very least report a couple of things from last weekend. 

Amy called to tell me she's pregnant. She bought two pregnancy tests on her way home from work Friday and the first one began to turn positive before she was even done peeing. Thinking it must be defective...um, yeah... she took the second one and SURPRISE! Preggo. It will be her and Wes' second child which means Cheyenne will be a big sister. And have to share the spotlight. I'm not sure how well that will go over. She very much likes all the attention she gets. 

I went to a Louisville Fire game with Amy, Wes and Cheyenne. Amy and I weren't really into the game so we mostly talked and laughed at people. (It may be cruel but it's what we do) Cheyenne, however, spotted some of those inflatable jumpy things and said 'Mom, I have to go over there'. So we went and Wes paid for the tickets. 1 turn = 1 ticket (at a dollar a piece) 

So you give the guy your ticket                               climb up

    

brace yourself...

 

and then slide down at warp speed. 

  

Somehow this 'ride' manages to make even the cutest kid look like a frightening mess.

Totally unrelated, I finally went to the gun range and enjoyed myself more than I thought I would. Turns out I'm at pretty good shot... so don't piss me off.  ;) I saved my targets as proof but they're in the trunk of my car.

And then today was Ally's birthday. She is 6. Russ is driving home again this weekend and wasn't going to take her (for whatever reason- I'm not complaining) so I have her again for the next couple of days. We celebrated by getting all three girls out in the back yard to run like crazy and have fun. Even Ginger got to be off her leash for a while. Ally has the frisbee, Ginger is chasing her and Bella is bringin' up the rear.

        

 Look how mean Ginger looks!

  

So now they're worn out and ready to call it a night. Ginger loves Ally and misses her. 

   

Can you tell?

explosive free for all

My brother came home last night all excited. I agreed to go to the gun range with him this weekend.

What was I thinking? I've never shot a gun before.

It has been a stressful week though...hmmm.

So he had ordered some more ammo online to be delivered yesterday. While at work he realises that he won't be home in time to sign for the package and gets kind of bummed about it. Lo and behold the box is waiting on our front porch when he arrived home. We were both shocked that *unnamed delivery service* would leave 500 rounds of ammunition out in the open without requiring a signature. I'm sure someone could get in trouble for that. WTF! Now, maybe this driver didn't look at the package but come on... it's printed directly on the box.

it really is a small world

It turns out that the house my friend is going to be renting is owned by the same lady that I rented my very first apartment from. 

I rented the upstairs of a duplex with my then boyfriend when I was 18. (Over ten years ago) Leslie was one of the land-ladies. The apartment we rented was great, my relationship... not so much. He was an alcoholic and to this day my mom still won't say his name. She simply refers to him as 'that situation you were in'.  Anyways, I thought Leslie looked familiar when I met her and once we got talking I realized exactly who she was. We talked and laughed about the fact that after all these years we meet up again at the house where she used to live and I used to drop off rent payments to.

Leslie works with a lot of first time home buyers so I think she might help me find my first place! I'm pretty stoked about that.  

29 and holding

Saturday night was Amy's birthday, her 29th to be exact and something happened during the course of the evening. I have a feeling that the amount of alcohol she consumed had something to do with it. The realization that this was her last twenty-something birthday hit her like a brick wall. She turned to me and looked me dead in the eye

I promise I will not throw you a 30th birthday party this year. In fact I won't talk about it anymore. We'll both stay 29 forever.

It was music to my ears! Ever since January 1st whenever we go out, she has made it a point to let everyone know I will be thirty this year. It's all done in good fun but she knows I'm not looking forward to it. Order drinks at a restaurant...you don't need to card her, she'll be 30. Going to a bar...let her in she's old, almost 30. Hanging out amongst our friends...well you all know that Becca will be 30 soon.

I'm sorry, November is not soon! I'm still relishing every part of my summer right now. I don't even want to think that far ahead to Novem... *shiver*

So we went to a local club called Howl at the Moon that has dueling pianos. It's really a blast. If you show up as part of the early crowd the piano guys tell you that as groups of people start coming in later, he would shine a spotlight on them and say "look who's here" At that point the crowd in unison says "HOLY SHIT". The newly arriving people get the deer-in-headlight look as everyone turns and yells at them.  There's lots of singing, cursing and crowd participation. What more could you want from a night out?

Notice the writing on the mirror...

   

Head, shoulders, boobs and                                          huh?

         

For anyone who knows me and my habits, you already know what is coming next. I called K saturday night. We had talked texted last week and had agreed that we needed to get together sometime soon. Soon happened to be this weekend. K is still complicated. According to him though he's had enough and in about a month this will all be over. (I'm not 100% on what this means and didn't inquire further that night due to my slightly intoxicated state of mind) My drunken translation was that in a month he's available. 

*Note to self... get further clarification on this.