Awwww...nuts!

In the great words of the even greater character, Michelle Tanner, I only have to say "Aw, nuts".

I have a nut story. I know that sounds strange, but it has a happy ending and will make more sense if you just keep reading.

A few weeks ago I was at work and opened my bag of delicious Italian Parmesan slivered almonds. Only....they didn't taste right! Well, I was in disarray. These nuts are the only thing getting me through my Southbeach Diet. They are great to snack on, low in carbs, high in flavor. So, I do what any normal american would do-I complain.

I wrote an e-mail to the company, first telling them how fantastic they are, and then telling them that they must have packaged them wrong. Of course, they were very concerned. They asked me to send them both bags (as I had bought two at the time) overnight so they can get to the bottom of this. I spent $47 to get them out to California, and then went to the nearest Pick'n'Save to buy more, as no matter what, they still taste good....just different.

A few days later I hear back from the company, and it turns out they had changed their recipe. They said that most people would not notice the change, but since I eat them so frequently of course I did. I said "Are you calling me fat?!?!"...nah, just kidding. But, they were still very gracious and sent me a whole box of the OLD nuts that I enjoy so much (the last box actually), and it arrived today. So, now I have 12 bags of the nuts, and my $47 back.

And that, my friends, is closure.

For Kelly and anyone who likes to laugh :)

Fantastical

Well, loyal readers-I managed to see quite a few of you this weekend :) And what a fantastical weekend it was!

Thursday after work I took off for up "Norte" and headed to Menomonie ala Nicki's house. We partook (not a word?) in a few beers and had a grand old time that night. Miss P met us out and was a nice little treat to tap off the evenings festivities. The next morning we bummed around, played with Amelia (she ate our dougnuts) and then went to get Alexis from kindergarten. Nicki had a massage at 12:45, so we both took off, her for her massage and me for Steph's house in Prescott. Steph and I caught up for a bit, as Dain was playing around us, and then I had to leave as I had strict instructions to be at Mikey's at 4pm sharp. So, 4pm sharp I walked in the house to find him on the phone with his nephew, talking about Iceland....his nephew was obviously confused about where Mikey was. Haha!

Mikey and I then went to the grocery store and his friend John's house to get ready for Mikey's party. Once we were there we had to go pick up his boyfriend Per's best friend in Plymouth...in rush hour...so we were on the road for two hours. Not fun, but it had to be done. So, we finally get back to John's house and relax and play Mario Kart. Fantastic game, and I think my sister might have played it for the first time this weekend too! How strange!

At around 3:30 am we decide we've had enough of the party (okay, I decided much earlier than that) and went back to Mikey's place to get some needed sleep. We woke up around 12:30pm and plan out our day: Go to Kelly's, go back to Per's....okay, it was more planning than just that, but that is what it came down to! haha! We get to Kelly's around 2:30 or so, and immediately are swept out the door as there are two sleeping children and Kelly could escape! We had a great lunch at the Rosy Clam (or Red Lobster, I can't remember) and caught up for a while. We went back to Kelly's house and visited and played with children.

At about 5:30 we decided to let them eat dinner and went back to Per's house (where I had left my car). By this time I had found out that Nicki's youngest had the flu, so I was not going back there for the evening as was originally planned. Once at Per's I sat in a massage chair for about an hour, watched some TV and played cribbage (the best game ever). Per and his BFF went out to the bars at about 11pm but Mikey and I stayed in and fell asleep watching TV (LAME! But, whatever...we're old). I then set my alarm for 7:30 pm and was pleasantly (NOT) surprised when I woke up at 8:30 am the next day, a full hour later than I had intended. I rushed out the door, beat the alarm system (which gives you 60 seconds to get the F*CK out of the house), and was on the road to Nicki's to pick up what I had forgotten and actually say good-bye to the girls. I then met Jenny in Eau Claire for a bit, and had a quick bite at the food court. I was then on the road and home by 3:30 pm, almost exactly 72 hours after I had left.

The moral of the weekend? You can do it all.