Yesterday, after detoxifying and doing housework...a friend stopped by to drop my daughter off and we ended up talking in the kitchen for over two hours.  Two hours of standing there because we both kept saying that we "had to get going" but we just kept talking. We never sat down because we were like "Okay, kids!" more than once.  The kids would see us continue to talk and they would drift off to another part of the house, again and again.   I should've put on a pot of decaf.  To be honest, even though I was fried...it was great.  More about that some other time.  Finally, my daughter & her husband came by and Cathy & her crew left.

We worked on wedding business, worried about dinner. Rhianna's friend, Laura came to get her.  Time marched on.  At 7:30pm the phone rang.  Rhianna.  They had just been in a car accident.  She wasn't hurt but...her dad rushed off to go get her.  Laura, has been driving for 2 years.  She's a very responsible girl - all around good kid, but I'm always nervous about young drivers even if they are squeaky-clean.  My very own Jenna is 19 1/2 and I won't let her take Rhianna and Erin with her any where at the same time.  "WHY??" She complained.  I told her, "I can't have everything I love most in the world in the car, all your responsibility, at the same time.  I just can't do it." I *really* slacked off when I let Rhianna get in a car with a friend behind the wheel.  Back the accident:  Laura had run a red light, going about 30 mph.  By the grace of God, no one was hurt.  The other car was damaged more seriously.  Laura got ticketed.  Rhianna is sore today, but apparently alright.  Needless to say, her sort-lived days of driving with a friend are now over.

Amazingly, I slept like a rock, even after that. Got up this morning to prepare to head out for Friday classes.  Traffic.  Annoyingly slow drivers.  I ended up being just in time.  We worked with charcoal today and it was a huge mess.  HUGE - and they were high schoolers.  I had done oil pastels on black paper with the middle school group and considering the mess the high schoolers managed to make, that was a good plan. By the end of my third class, my stomach was growling and I was seriously thinking one thought:  Nap.  No chance. After classes, we were having pizza brought in and then a guest speaker, The Boomerangman.

The Boomerangman is interesting, if not bizarre.  He has degrees in physics, communication and something else...but all I could think of was Robin Williams' The Genie of the Lamp! (Imagine him saying that).  This guy was like stand-up comic meets physicist.  I can't even explain, other than it was like have Robin Williams with maybe a tad Richard Simmons morphed into Wernher von Braun. He is part of the US Boomerang team and owns several world records.   He talked and talked and talked.  After close to 2 hours and he hadn't even gotten us outside to demonstrate his amazing boomerangs, I had to go.  Jenna was coming over to head to the party store to buy reception decorations.

I spent hours shopping (Bleech.  Shopping is NOT a sport.  I can't understand it being a "hobby" either.  Shopping is a necessary evil).  Because the evil in-laws hit the kids with a financial blow, I discovered they were low on groceries, so I showered them with poultry and potatoes.

Came home, had to cook dinner.  Different friend came by with my youngest daughter, the kids begged for a sleep over (not here for a change, hurray!)  We ended up talking for a long time about the wedding stuff - this is my wonderful friend who is helping us with everything.  I ended up missing most of Men in Trees, but I TiVo-d it. 

Today was a day off from working out - not like I would have had time.  Tomorrow is cardio and yoga.  I was supposed to take my dad out for brunch, but my sister somehow thinks she is.  I need to drop my middle daughter off at a community awareness thing-a-ma-jig that she is working at and I'll just head to the gym.  My daughter reminded me that we haven't belly-danced for a while, so maybe we'll fit that in this weekend. 

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While I'm typing this, Rhianna has on Fit Tv.  There is a show on called National Body Challenge.  There is a family that is *really* ticking me off.  The 12 year old girl is 34% body fat and has high blood pressure.  The mother is 40% body fat, the father is 43% body fat.  Pamela Peeke, who wrote Body for Life for Women and some other doctor made a very doable plan for them.  The stupid jackass of a mother took the daughter to a fair and had her eating corn-dogs and chili dogs.  What kind of freaking parent doesn't give a darn about their kid and would buy them something that was killing them?????  If your kid has a serious health problem, you don't hammer more nails in the coffin.  People really take their sense of immortality too far.  When a corn dog or two or three become more important than LIFE.  Grrrr.  I know someone just like this and maybe that is why it is getting under my skin... I think I need to just go to bed!