Buffullll!!!!

Today Curt and I ran some errands.  We wended up at Menards, where I got some solar lights for some sculptures I am making for the fair and some rustolium. We looked hard at a new front door--we need one so bad. The one I really liked will be 1500$.  Better start typing :)  I decided to take Emma into the area where they were setting up all the Christmas stuff.  They have a huge section with all these trees decorated up.  I should put in here that Emma's language skills have been exploding the last month.  One of my favorites is Buuuuffulllll! (beautiful) if I put something in her hair, she gets nail polish on, etc.  Well, our stroll through the half decorated Christmas area was "Buuufffullll" over and over again.  She was especially admiring a white tree with blue lights.  It had a lot to be proud of evidently.  :)

I also went in for a general check up today and my A1c was FABULOUS at 5.8 and my glucose was a whopping 101.  I am so not diabetic right now :)  I had a short EKG which was normal, my iron was normal, my B12 was wonderful.  My white count was a little elevated so I had some blood drawn, but overall I got the A okay.  I'm still gonna live.

On the way home I picked up some assorted alcohoic beverages and some groceries for baked potato buffet/farmer fondue night with freinds and neighbors tomorrow night. Farmer fondue is when I cube up a butt roast or tenderloin and let it marinade overnight , then when we all sit around the fire, we stab the raw meat and cook it over the fire pit to our liking.  I usually have 2 or 3 sauces to dip in.  The baked potato, a cold pasta salad and a sweet cold salad. I have s'mores for after for the kids. Just because the universe isn't cooperating and mars isn't really going to be close enough to look like a moon, doesn't mean there isn't something to celebrate.  According to my friend Marty, meat is enough cause to celebrate, doubly so because I bought beer ;).

Dean started painting the barn today.  its still red, but I think it is going to look good.  He swears that it looks the same.  It will really brighten up when he paints the trim.

Lastly, I want to complain about how my husband drives.  Why can't it be nice and easy driving?  Nope.  It has to be lighting up the tires, race out into traffic because there happens to be a slot  barely wide enough to get the van in between two cars, then SLAM on the brakes to keep from running into the sane driver ahead of him.  He can't park nose first like everyone else.  NO!  Far more manly to back up whenever possible and SLAM on the brakes when he sees someone coming.  This is what he did today.  We had been out and about all day with no meals, so we stopped at Culvers to try something new.  I got shrimp.  Well,  I had shrimp.  He decided to BACK out of the frigging parking lot all the way out to the road then SLAM on the brakes when someone came lazily around the corner.  I had just set my meal on the dash so I could get organized, when it all went on my lap and onto the floor.  I was so pissed I wasn't even in the mood to eat anymore.  Seriously!  He said it was town driving, that he has to keep up with everyone else.  Well, I'm a country driver then, because I drove in the same damned town all day yesterday NOSE FIRST and my mother never spilled a drop of anything.  Me, I had my drink up my nose, my teeth smacked on the rim of my bottle and my shrimp dinner on the floor.  I never had to get so close to the person in front of me that I could smell their perfume, nor did I have to cut someone off to change lanes.  I actually was able to start slowing down several yards before I hit the red light and NEVER did I have to drive backward more than the normal out of a parking lot. How then, could I have possibly achieved all this-me, the driving hater, the person who has 3 years less driving experience in general and a quarter his experience in city driving, how in the hell could I have gotten through it without spilling a drop of coffee or chipping a tooth the whole time!?  INSANE.  He must have felt slightly bad because even though I was adamant that I was not in the mood to eat anymore, he still went back through the drive through and got me a new dinner.  What is his problem?  I wasn't impressed with his driving back in the dating days, why would he bother to show off his skills now?  Who cares?  Just drive for the love of GOD!  What is it about men and cars and driving that they automatically assume that a woman is turned on by any of it?  Granted, I like not driving a rust bucket, but if my date picked me up in a van I would be no less on the hook than if it was a corvette.  Stupid boys.