Angie’s Drama

I guess Rob isn’t going to be giving us a rant. He’s fairly busy with getting ready to leave for the Shooting Hunting Outdoor Trade Show (SHOT Show) in Las Vegas next week. Expect a mile long rant when he returns…

Sophie (Bear Dog) is currently working on resting her gastrointestines. Sunday, Rob and I came home to see that she had eaten an entire bag of chocolate Valentine’s Day candy, wrappers included. This should be as no suprise since she once ate a pound of fudge with absolutely no reprocussions. So, the next 24 hours were spent on death watch. We couldn’t even reprimand her because we were to scared. She milked it… Yesterday, she happened upon a large bag of trail mix. You know, the good kind, with M&M’s, peanuts, raisins and sunflower seeds. I found the empty bag on the bed. Along with all the raisins. How does a dog pick out every single raisin? Regardless, between the normally gassy Vito and the now unbearable Sophie, we won’t be having guests anytime soon. Rob decided the best bet was to put Sophie in the dog room with a comforter. Well, my little baby wasn’t about to be miserably sick and out in the cold. I stayed downstairs with her all night and let her outside when she needed to go. She seems to be doing much better today.

Also known as the “Will you please give me your rant so I can post it” nudge or tackle. Geesh. You try and do something nice for someone because it’s their birthday and you’re feeling bad because they’re now officially old and they just ignore the kindness of the gesture.

The past weekend was eventful and full of miscommunication. Anyone that knows me can attest to how much I love semi-organized chaos. Love it. Second helping please.

The Path of Miscommunication
1) Colleen and Jim arrive at Gorman’s Pub at 7:00pm. The Bradley game started at 7:05pm. At 7:10pm they both figured I must have meant Richards on Main. They left, Jim dropped Colleen off at Richard’s while he parked and she called me, wondering where we were? We were sitting Gorman’s, albeit a tad late at 7:20pm.

2) Melissa, her sister Rebecca, Jim, Colleen and I follow each other to park at the library for the short jaunt to Tom Cat’s. Melissa, Rebecca and I wait a while and figure Jim and Colleen have already walked to the bar. Ten minutes later, Jim and Colleen walked into the bar. They had been waiting in the parking lot.

3) The place has bathroom attendants?

4) Rob called to say the restaurant was swamped and he’d be late. No problem. Then we had the thought that it might be a good idea to be at a non-cover charge bar aka Sullivan’s, by the time Rob was off work. As we all know, even though Rob has a loud, booming voice, he doesn’t like the music loud and unable to hold a conversation. Old Man (Grandpa) Walker rears his head in these instances.

5) An hour later, Rob called. “Where are you guys?” “We’re at Tom Cat’s.” “I just left Tom Cat’s, I didn’t see you.” Confusion sets in as we all look around to see how we could possibly have missed birthday boy. “Did you pay the cover yet?” “Cover? No. Which Tom Cat’s are you at?”

6) At this point, Jim points out the obvious, relating that we should probably just move the little soiree out north to the Recovery Room. We all imagined the look Rob would have after driving back downtown, parking a mile away, paying a $7 cover charge and finally sitting down. Yep. Moving the shindig was about the best move we could have made.

7) We arrive at the Recovery Room just as Jaime and Rob are having their traditional joint birthday shot at 12:00am. All is well…
The birthday boy and girl decided that for Jaime’s 30th and Rob’s 35th, we should have a mini-get-together at Chad’s house to watch football and such until Sunday night’s concert.

9) We arrive in the afternoon, expecting a gathering, and spend the day with Chuck and Chad, watching the games and playing Texas Hold’Em. (Go team walker)

10) The concert begins at 7pm. We arrive at 8pm. There were no more wristbands so I was marked by some sort of Sharpie to prove I was over 21. I waited in line forever while one person, took money as well as counted used drink tickets to hand out. Everyone else was taking a break. When I finally received my drink tickets, they were out of everything but Bud Light. To their credit, they did get more beer.

11) Jaime and Rob each took turns waiting outside, in the cold, with Chad for this cab. The cab never came.

12) We went home and toasted Rob with a nice bottle of wine.

Rob’s turning the BIG 35 this weekend. In honor of the big occassion, I’m going to allow him to post a special Rob’s Rant. I’m pretty sure he’ll figure out a topic since the last thing he griped about on the phone was Blago trying to ban firearms or something. I think I just cut him off in midsentence. Somedays it’s not a chore to listen and some days it’s painstaking since so many things are running through my head.

But first,

This weekend we’ll be out celebrating Melissa’s birthday as well as Rob’s. He, of course, is working Saturday night so he’ll have to join us later. Sunday, we’re going to see a band with a bunch of people. Rob and his “little sister” share the same birthday. Should he call in sick Monday? I think so.

I should have exact details, soon, about a great fundraiser coming up to celebrate Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday.

If I had kids involved with District 150, I’d probably start packing cold lunches. And, I’d probably make sure they stayed the heck away from taco products.

How pissed am I that I spent $$ to join a fan club so as to have access to concert tickets before the official pre-sale and I never could get the tickets? Pretty freaking pissed. Jimmy Buffett boycotting mad.

It is so stupid that you have to show ID to obtain cold medicines. I thought we were pushing the envelope by keeping the products behind the pharmacy counter. Now everyone will know that I had a cough, Rob had a sinus infection or whatever. Stupid. It certainly won’t stop the meth-makers, but that’s okay. As long as it’s more difficult for those of us not on the meth.

Since I’ve apparently caught a version of Rob has, I’m a little grumpy. I’m a little sick of every germ or virus in the air going directly to my chest. I guess that’s what happens when you have asthma, like it or not.

To carry on the theme, here are a few things that have been bugging me:

1) The use of doorbells in television commercials. Domino’s Pizza is the biggest offender. Every dog in the house goes bezerk and runs to the front door because the other dogs are barking. Thanks for another relaxing evening.

2) Calling a business, asking for an employee by name and being asked, “Can I tell them who is calling?” No jackoff. You are the not the call screening nazi. Why does it concern them who is calling?

3) Heck, I don’t have the energy…Colleen’s 30th Birthday is tomorrow and I have to be 100% by then.

I’ve been listening to 102.3 MAX FM this week which is perfect for the closet 80’s rockers out there. A little Bon Jovi, Motley Crue, Styx, Guns & Roses and REM to brighten your day.

After a terrific holiday weekend with the family and Rob’s college roommates (who, after 8 years, should really start being referred to as “our” buddies from out of town), Rob was struck down with the flu. Not the pretty flu, mind you. The gross, disgusting, sanitize everything in the house flu.
Rule to Remember Before You Marry #1: Accept the fact that when your spouse is sick, the world is ending, everyone in it is going to hell, everything tastes like shit, God this house is messy and whine is the only tone besides crappy you’ll hear.
Rule to Remember Before You Marry #2: Spouses who leave the sick partner at home so they can go to the bar and hang out may never be seen or heard from again.
Rule to Rember Before You Marry #3: Hours spent on the telephone venting about the abuses being hurled from the sick partner and justifying why sainthood is inevitable for healthy partner is okay.
Rule to Remember Before You Marry #4: Never break rule number 2 and the rest is forgivable and forgotten.