The Daddylicious and Lil Mama's and I spent the whole day in cleaning and prep mode. We were THRILLED to host a BBQ at our house. Many errands were run (grocery store, beer store, liquor store, storage garage for extra seating) to make this happen.
We invited my parents (who put the STANK on the RIBS) they were falling off of the bone they were so tender and delicious.
We invited a couple and thier children.
Mamalicious "cooked" her ASS OFF. This is big folks, I don't host get-togethers and I sure don't cook! BUT, I made a big salad, beans, potato salad (ok, this came from the store), garlic bread, and cocaine brownies. (Well, the brownies didn't have REAL cocaine.... they were sprinkled with powdered sugar and anything sprinkled with powedered sugar has the name of cocaine in front of it. For example, powdered donuts are: Cocaine Donuts.) It is truly fun to say especially when people you do not know overhear you talking about it.
Our company arrived, ate, and left. I shit you not, we spent the whole day being excited and preparing for this extravaganza. We had a nice fire going in the fire pit, 36 cold beers, margaritas, and other fine offerings. They ate, and they left. In our heads, Daddylicious and I had envisioned sitting around the fire pit drinking the beer and having the fun. Maybe even playing cards and/or getting nekkid. You know- having the fun! I didn't even drink ONE BEER I was so DEPRESSED. We are not mad at our friends, they had other things to do, but we were just so looking forward to being with them and having drunken fellowship.
I got the girls in bed, then I got into my bath and I bawled. I don't know why it was such a big stinkin deal to me. Maybe I was just so excited that the Daddylicious was home (after 10 years of being gone on weekend nights for work). I could feel how sad he was. My heart was (and is) hurt.
I should probably quit blogging for awhile since I am so depressed and no one wants to read the words of a depressed person. I'll save that for my councelor and I'll write when I'm under the influence of some sort of mood-enhancing medications.
Thank you Sweet Jesus for the work that I brought home with me to work on today. Work is my saving grace. Can't wait for Monday.
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Mamalicious, Girl. Girl. Girl. M-daddy and I are so sad/upset for you guys. He said you just invited the wrong people! He said we would have come and had our way with 36 cold beers. By 8 he's pretty, by 10 he's funny, and by 12 he's invisible. He says once #3 gets here we are taking a road trip to OK! Get ready or us-and the ribs sound awesome! I have had a get together go like that, and it is not fun. ((hugs))
Heather
That sux! I totally understand when you get your hopes up for a great day and then it flops.
I enjoy people staying for awhile, the chit chat and the booze too.
too bad we don't live closer!
Holly!!!
Ok, so I am totally not a stalker, but I have to admit I have secretly been reading your blog for the last couple days....this is Katherine Durr (Farus), we went to ECU together (and were Chi Os!)....member me?
You cheer up girlie!!! You are EFFing hilarious and have brightened my day immensely! And what a beautiful family you and Darren have (you are very blessed...and they look just like you!) Sounds like you are dealing with a lot of shiznit right now but everything will work out....the HOWs and the WHENs are just sometimes a mystery. But you keep your pretty little head up missy....you are awesome!
On another note, I would've loved to have "campfire time" with you til we were sloppy drunk. 'Cept for the fact I'm pregnant (due in June) and I live in Las Vegas...damn the details!!
That's all for now....I'd love to hear more about what's going on with you if you ever have some time, you can email me at katherinedurr@gmail.com anytime.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend and keep on keepin on....!
Your secret stalker admirer,
Kat : )
We would have come & stayed until you wish we'd would leave.
The Keepersdad, well he loves his beer & ribs..but really beer.
And don't let the little fact we live in NJ get in the. We'd come anyway!
Sending love again
I am sorry things didn't work out. Were you and your husband at least able to enjoy a Saturday night together since he is usually working?
Oh, Mamalicious...I feel your misery. Nothing worse than throwing yourself into something exciting only to have it flop in your face. Grrr... And I'm counting down the hours until tomorrow morning, as well...work is my sanit too. I'm glad I'm not the only crazy mom out there that looks forward to Mondays!
And please don't stop blogging...I hate that you're dealing with so much crapola lately, but it's nice to read and know that I'm not the only one!
I'm up for margs, anytime! Maybe I can come down sometime soon.....
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