Labor Day

Well, Labor Day has a whole new meaning this year.  I spent all day yesterday, and several hours this morning "Laboring" to post a video.  I'll be damned if I can figure out what is wrong.  I have finally given up on that.  All you women will know what I've been going thru if I describe it like the labor I went thru with Angie.  I was in induced labor for 12 hours, without drugs or an epidural (sp?).  Man, it hurt.  After 12 hours, I was only dialated to a 2.  Crap, a 2 is nothing.  Talk about a pain in the butt!  That's what uploading the video was like.   OK, for those of you that haven't given birth..... pull your bottom lip up over the top of your forehead and heep it there for 12 hours!.  Nuff said aboutr that subject!

Anyway, I've finally found a work around.  It works for me, hopefully it will work for everyone else.  I have an account on google+, and I've put it there.  However, I've marked it as private, so that "could" block it from your view.  I am hoping since "I" own it and the blog, it will let everyone that reads the blog see the video.  FINALLY....

Labor Day WEEKEND Festivities

I arrived at Sheila’s about 2pm, and Angie and the girls didn’t get there til closer to 4pm.  I was soooo glad to see them arrive.  Gary was driving me frigging crazy.  He was in a great mood, and wanted to play with me.  That would be okay, but his idea of fun was to squirt me with some water guns they have, or to dunk me, or to flip me in the pool.  Damn, I’m too old for most of that.  He probably bugged Sheila and Joyce as much as me. 

Angie and I provided the food.  I took Hatch chicken tamales with homemade Hatch chili sauce, borracho beans with Hatch sausage, and some creamy rice.  Angie took Hatch con queso and Hatch guacamole and chips.  She also made a fresh fruit tray with cream cheese dip. Chloe made a sopapilla cheesecake.  Needless to say, we ate well. 

I also took some Chili Beer that I bought at Central Market.  It’s one of those beers that you are glad you tried…. Especially if someone else bought it.  That says it all.  As a matter of fact, Joyce, Mark, Gary, Sheila, and I all shared one bottle out of the 6 I took.  No one wanted more than one taste.  It wasn’t hot, but it was sort of like drinking the vinegar they pickle peppers in.  Each bottle had a chili in it.  I’m going to take the leftover beer over next week for the next party when Mariann and Ted are here.

Angie also brought some special Jelly Bellys.  I can’t remember what they call them, but there are at least 2 of each color in the box.  There were two black ones.  I love licorice, so I tried that.  The first one tasted like it should…. Licorice.  The second black one tasted like a skunk smells.  I am not kidding.  I don’t know how they got it to taste like that nasty skunk toad kill smell, but it did.  I spit it out.  Being the good sport that I am, the next one I tried was green.  The first one tasted exactly like a pair of nasty smelly sweaty moldy socks smell.  Again, I had to spit it out.  The other green one tasted like kiwi lime cheesecake.  Moving on to the pink, the first one was cotton candy.  The second pink one was barf.  I swear…. It almost made me vomit. 

We were trying to figure out how they came up with the smells.  Was it on purpose, or just a few bad mistakes.  Anyway, they were a hoot.  That would be a good party game.  Guess the taste.  Problem is, you don’t know if you’re getting the good flavor or the bad flavor ahead of time.  It really was funny, in a sick sort of way.

I had gotten up early (woke up at 3am) so I pooped out early.  Too much beer and not enough sleep.  Angie was pooped also, so we called it a night early.  Unfortunately, Chloe and Morgan were disappointed because they wanted to play darts and poker pool.  Those two girls just love to go over to Mark and Sheila’s.  They also thought they’d play Hand and Foot with Joyce, since she basically is the cause of us all loving the game.  Oh well.  They wanted to go over today, but I informed Gary they hadn’t been invited.  He honestly, this is no joke, didn’t understand why I didn’t just let them go over.  YOU ARE WELCOME MARK, SHEILA, AND JOYCE!

That's it for now.  I am supposed to take Sheila and Joyce to Sam's.  It's the American version of Costco.  The only real difference is Costco seems to stay with the same brands of things and you don't have to buy such LARGE quantities.  Sam's changes their coffee brand like it was no big deal.  It really is hard to find the right coffee.  Anyway... Sam's is easier to get to than Costco, so I continue to shop there, but I also got to Costco.  it's more fun.

Later.... and let me know if you have trouble viewing the video.