Grouchy Grannies

Sorry for the lack of new material. Last week I got some work to do from my old company and I've been trying to accomplish as much as I can before baby comes.
Mo' money, mo' money!!

Let's see, where to start....

Remember how I mentioned that I got my new license and forgot to tell them that I was certified to ride a motorcycle? Well, I went and got that taken care of on Thursday. I made sure that I got there at least a half hour before they opened. The last time I went, there was already a line at 9:15 and they opened at 9:30. I was the first one there! When we entered the building, I received #0001.

Do you also remember how I mentioned that this state is ass-backward when it comes to some things? First, they had to call their main office in the capital city to erase the first license application from the system. That would have been fine, but this branch office only had ONE PHONE LINE out of the building. This one phone line was being used at that exact moment by their district manager and they had to wait for him to get off. After he got off, 30 minutes later, they tried calling. There was no answer at the main office. Finally, after ANOTHER 30 minutes someone answered. The main office had a fire drill and everyone had left the building.

WTF? Don't these people have C-O-M-P-U-T-E-R-S????? Shouldn't they have some sort of intranet that allows the branch offices to do this shit? I was sitting there for a total of an hour and a half. That was longer than my original visit. Sigh. I did eventually get my new PAPER TRANSITIONAL license with the motorcycle endorsement at the end of it all. When the time comes, those zombie hordes better be pretty damn menacing for me to have gone through all that.

The weekend was designated a "baby-free" weekend by huzbend. We were not going to do anything baby related, as this was supposedly the last weekend that it would be just the two of us.

Saturday, we went to Sears and bought some nice patio furniture. Huzbend picked out the set and I must say I was impressed with his choice. It's very nice and very comfi. We walked around the mall for a bit and I had my first taste of pre-labor crampage. I got a little nervous. Was the baby going to ruin our "baby-free" weekend? But, alas, they went away after a while and only seemed to come on while I was walking.

We then stopped at home to put together our furniture.....okay, so huzbend put together the furniture and I took a nap. Next, we headed out to The Cheesecake Factory for a hot date. If you have never been to the Factory, it is definitely a must go. I guess you could say they are kinda like an upscale diner. They boast that they have something like 200 menu items. The portions are also HUGE. They absolutely live up to the name Cheesecake Factory. They offer about 20 or so different cheesecakes (they also have other desserts if you happen to not like cheesecake). I wanted cheesecake and yet I wanted apple crisp. Well, lucky me! They had a Dutch Apple Strudel Cheesecake - plain cheesecake with baked apples in the middle with a brown sugar/pecan strudel topping. As was said when I finished the entire peice, "Me likey the cheesecake".

After our dinner, we decided that we should see a movie. This might be the last time for a LOOOOONG time. It didn't really matter what we saw, we just wanted to go. We ended up seeing Miami Vice. It was pretty good. I'm not sure why they even called it Miami Vice. The only similarity were the names of the two guys.

Sunday, we invited some friends over for a picnic; a family that had moved here from back east (and coerced huzbend to interview here) as well as another guy from back east out for a conference at the Evil Empire. A good time was had by all. There was lots of food, badmitton, hot tub sitting and Nestle TollHouse cookies. I still have four cookies left. I have to get rid of them. They call my name every time I walk into the kitchen.

Before everyone came over, I had to run to the store to get few things. I found a pull-through space and parked my truck right next to this old beat up red car. I put the truck in park and looked over at the red car before getting out. In the passenger seat was this old (and I do mean old) lady. She looked like a prune. She was wearing bright red lipstick, bright blue eye shadow, had the purple hair and had eyebrows painted on that made her look like she had a constant scowl. I got out of the truck.
The lady looked at me and said, "Well, now I can't see."
I was confused. Was she talking to me?
I answered back politely, "Excuse me?"
"I THOUGHT you were going to park in that space back there," she said, pointing to the space that I had pulled through. "Now, I can't see".
I can't BELIEVE this. What does she want to see? Is the Albertson's grocery store THAT interesting?
"Would you like me to move?", I asked her.
"Well, I can't see. But, you can do what you want", she said as she gave me the "shoo" motion with her hand.
"Okay." I said with the biggest grin I could muster, "I'll move."
And move I did.
Maybe today, because of my kind act, she painted her eyebrows at a much happier arch.