I really had no preferences, but I decided that it was easier to like the underdog, the Giants. The most exciting part, besides the food, was me taunting the actual players. If you weren't there, Its going to be hard to repeat some of the great things that came out of my mouth, but lets just say Gisele Bundchen was hit hardest, and Payton Manning, second. There were a good number of people there at Greenfield. Everyone brought a few snacks just like we had asked, so there was a decent amount of food. Thinking with my stomach, the second I got to Greenfield I started warming up my Hot-Wings, cooking pizza's and prepping food (chips and salsa), but it was a little difficult with one Huge roadblock. I can't really remember her name, so lets just call her Big Bertha. Bertha was informed that we were having a party weeks ago, but that didn't stop her from using an entire oven exclusively for HER dinner (a whole turkey it seemed like). Did she share? NO. Did she get in the way of MY guests so they couldn't eat OUR food? YES! Did she pig-out on most of OUR party food? Most likely. Did I want to choke her in public? Kind of. (I must add that she was there, but isn't truly one of the Greenfield girls. And don't ask, cause I'll never mention who it was. But if you were there, you will know of whom I speak). Then another 'Best' part was how we bet on the outcome of the game. They called it 'squares', which I'd never heard of before, but the winner was to receive a Kiss from Sara! So, as you can imagine, we were all ecstatic to see that My Man Danny won! So Every camera in the place was pulled out, as everyone in the room pushed the two together. Chris snapped the most priceless picture of the two in action. (Look for it soon on Sara's Blog.) Then when it was all over, I rodeo'd a bunch of people into helping cleanup. It went well, until I noticed the entire case of carrots Bertha had peeled into the sink, clogging it thoroughly. Then when I was going to pull something out of the fridge, three Tupperware containers of red tomato catchup stuff flung out, splashing to the floor and hitting Everything in the fridge on the way. It wouldn't have been a problem if the Lids had actually been placed on these containers either. It wouldn't have made me angry if they had been thrown out when they had expired,cause they were all moldy. In an angry manner I then took it upon myself to start cleaning their fridge. If I didn't think they would use it in the next 5 days, it got thrown out! Oh it was such a mess, and in more ways than one. But it wasn't Sara's or Emily's or Kim's fault, I'll tell you that right now. OH, and another thing. I'm blaming Bertha for this thing I found in the sink. whatever it was it almost made Laurel puke, and after I left, I honestly considered stopping at Chevron to wash my had in Gasoline to get rid of the smell! It was that bad! but she left this bucket of rotten/spoiled goulash crap in the sink, with foil on top. I don't know why I cleaned it up. I should have put it under her bed with the rest of her dishes.
But going back to Friday, I had a coupon for Cold Stone and I was hoping to use it before I settled in to watch TV. So I go down to the store on Pico, and I ran into Cheryl. What a funny coincidence. So after we got our Cold Stone Delights we took advantage of the marvelous invention of TV. I slowly nursed my Cold Stone- Ghirardelli Chocolate rocky-road ice cream down for the rest of the night. Oh, it was so good.
Saturday was indeed a complicated and adventurous day. I woke up early due to Jeff calling me 5 times in a row. He wanted to see if I was going to the 10am Funeral-Fireside at the church. I told him I was content on NOT going and would go to Costco instead, so he volunteered to come with me. I slowly got up, but couldn't bring myself to leave the house before I made myself Pancakes:)
Yes, I did take a few minutes to fight the Battle of My Life this day and I did quite well at it too. I have achieved the level of 'Legendary Sell-caster Paladin'. That's because I'm a super-terrific Magical Knight in Shining armor. I have also acquired a new sword. Its called 'The Tear of Avo', Avo being one of the fictitious deity in the game of course. It is very powerful, but it isn't quite as powerful as the Sword of Solace that I have already acquired and that I've have been hacking evil creatures to pieces for some time now.
But enough about that. In the afternoon Eric needed a ride to the airport for a standby flight to Hawaii. Last I had heard, he missed the original flight for an audition, but then he was calling to make sure he could show up late for the stand-by spot, and they told him on the phone that the flight was now full! Oh boy. There were two more flights out of LA, and I think he just decided to show up and work his 'charm' with the girls at the counter, rather than over the phone. As I drove him to the airport I reviewed the situation and I was giving him advice on how to lie or 'sweet talk' the people there. I mean, really, this was Hawaii on the line. When it came down to it, it was just a pep-talk about him being the best actor ever, and this was the audition he had been training for his whole life; Sob-stories, dramatic excuses, and even mentioning 'there was a funeral thismorning' (pres. Hinckley's; just don't mention that it was broadcast from SLC, or that he didn't go) were all suggested. And if that failed, change tactics, and just go to a different counter. There are enough employees at an airline to accommodate maybe 20 different 'trys', if you know what I mean. But then he finally made it.
Laurel Had a birthday party over the weekend. I showed up a little late, but then again, Ryan TOLD everyone to show up late. Apparently its a 'game' when it comes to telling people when to show up to a party. He is the Worst when it comes to showing up to an event. You could tell him the plane leaves at 12 noon on the dot, and he'll wonder why it left already at 12:45. Have you ever heard the phrase 'Mormon Standard Time'. It wasn't coined by Mormons. Do you know what CPT stands for. (If not, I'll hint that I heard it from a Black friend of mine.) Its not just Mormons that show up late. Its everybody! Especially people who see no strong reason to be social. They don't want to 'start' the party. They simply want to show up for 45 minutes and see what was going on, just to say they were there, then leave cause they have 5 other parties to make appearances at. Bah Humbug I guess. I personally don't like being late, but I still understand that people are late once in a while, and some people are much more lax than I am. But come on ryan, get yourself a watch that keeps Real-time, not 'Ryan-time'. but enough of that.
Lunch was sponsored by D'Amore's Pizza.
I don't remember what I listened to all day. Its kind of a blur. sorry. probably talk radio though.
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