But it was such a wonderful weekend....that I decided this needs to be broken up into multiple posts, so I don't blog a novel. So here's Post #1:
But let me just start by proclaiming a fact.
My life is never calm.
Nothing ever just "goes smoothly".
I feel like I never can explain an event (that I was in control of) by saying "It went real nice. Everything was just smooth". Without having some chaotic story attached to it.
My sister Lisa and I share this quality. We could write a book about our strange/bizarre/chaotic happenings in life. If you already know me - this isn't a surprise. If you only know me through my blog - you have probably figured this out by now.
So here it goes.
Pinning Day: Friday morning.
What a wonderful morning it was. I got up with Ryan at 5:30 to send him off to work with a packed lunch and breakfast, and then headed to the gym to do some quick weight training. (I had a
I was home by 6:30am, brewed a pot of coffee, and my Mom & Dad were up! We had the most wonderful morning. We ate my Rhubarb-Blueberry muffins, fresh watermelon, and burnt through a few pots of coffee -- and just caught up on missed time!
As we enjoyed our morning visiting and telling stories - something spurred me to go outside at 11:00 am. Ryan called in a frenzy - and I needed to run outside to do something.
For it was then that I re-discovered, "Oh, shit. I have a flat tire and I have to be on the road in 2 hours".
Ryan said, "I'm sure you can just fill it up. I gotta get back in the lab. Bye, see you at the pinning! Love ya!"
I then discovered it wasn't just a "random flat tire". There was a giant, evil, tire-puncturing NAIL placed in my rear tire.
Damn. We only have one car available to take us to the pinning (which was 40 minutes away). And I live in suburb/community plopped literally in the middle of nowhere - with no one in the 20 mile radius that would help.
Shit. (excuse my vulgar language, but this was frustrating)
I frantically re-dial Ryan's phone. But Ryan works in a job that sometimes require him to be in these "Top Secret Labs". Where no phones can enter. If an emergency were to happen? I'm screwed.
And here is were the heaven's opened up - for my Dad, my hero, was sitting in my living room.
My Dad is a North Dakota native.
We were in Tucson, AZ in August. It was 108 degrees out.
He made no complaint (I've never heard my Dad complain about work. Ever.)
He got down on the ground in the beating sun, jacked up the car, put on the
We put the "Quick-Tire-Repair Foam" in it.
By the time this was done...he was cover in "Tire residue" and sweat.
Once again, My dad is my hero. I don't know how to change a tire if my life depended on it.
Which is interesting, considering I have experienced 4 flat tires in the past 3 years. If it weren't for my Dad, I would have missed my pinning ceremony.
As my Dad & I were driving from the gas station to my house, his calm-personality soothed my worries. I looked at him and said, "I don't get to see you often, Dad. I have to put you to work and stress you out!"
Needless to say, we made it to the pinning in one piece. Ryan arrived short-after and had no clue of the happenings that we experienced. Boy, was he stunned.
Stay tuned for more recap on the weekend. (The rest was must less eventful - and calm! I promise!)