I mean, really.
The National Bird Of Pakistan strolling about the grounds of Crazy Road?
My ONEHUNDREDTEN pound dog vomiting all over my vehicle on the hottest day of the year?
My daughter belting out "Crocodile Rock" in the midst of the most hilarious case of hiccups I have ever heard?
My husband returning from a "quick run to the grocery store" with his "treasures?"
I just had to sit down and re-cap what was a classically crazy week.
I guess I'll quickly start off by mentioning my weekend last weekend, an annual girls trip to Ogunquit, Maine, where I realized that a huge part of my crazy life are the friends that I have. My friend Lisa, who, whenever we spend time together, makes me laugh until I literally cry...And Rick Dolliver...a dear friend from college who now owns the amazing restaurant "PRIME," who is a blatantly hilarious storyteller, and to this day makes me blush with some of his outlandish comments...(by the way, if you are ever in the Ogunquit area, PRIME has possibly the best food I have ever had, and great drinks). My friends share in my craziness, accept it, understand it, and even promote it. It was a fun filled, funny weekend, and so started the craziest week in a while...
Monday: After the local parade, I happily packed up the kids for a sunny afternoon at my parents. When my dad brought out Coronas, it was the perfect refreshing accent to a warm afternoon by the pool. When we finished our bottles, my Dad asked if we (my mom, grandmother((yes, my amazing grandmother drinks Coronas, too)) and I) wanted another...My mother said, regrettable, there were no more.
So I offered to, in great Jay, Maine style, make a "beer run." And without thinking, I threw a tank-top over my bathing suit, jumped in my truck, and headed down to "FOOD CITY." I hustled in my flip-flops to the beer section, picked up a case and stood in line with the other mid-day-tank-top-wearing-case-of-beer-buying folks from the tri-town area. I had to laugh...just because...
Tuesday: I was HHHHOOOTTT! Not that I mind. I love summer. Nick had a baseball game and after a crazy day of work, I was looking forward to watching him play. On my way back from work, I decided to stop and pick up Casey. He had been inside all day and figured he would love to go and socialize at the game. I grabbed his leash and he jumped into the back of the 4-Runner. I admit, I was in a bit of a hurry, and Casey has never like to ride. The road is pretty curvy, but a short trip to the school. We pulled into the parking lot, and I heard it...
For any of you who own dogs, there is really no questioning when they are going to...well...puke.
And when your dog is as big as mine, it's.not.pretty.
Of course, when he was finished projectile vomiting all over, he was happy as a clam! Tail wagging, he jumped right out and was ready to party!
So now, in between trying to figure out how to partially clean this mess, and finding his leash, I realize that HE DID NOT HAVE HIS COLLAR!!
Now I had to finagle his leash around his neck, and force him to believe that he was really secure on the leash. He trotted toward the crowd as I helplessly tried to control him, leaving my yoooook-filled vehicle open in the hot sun.
Now I was sweating and stressed as I tried to get him back to the vehicle without a leash.
I explained to my parents that I had to back home to at least get the truck cleaned out a little bit, and deliver the collarless dog.
Thankfully, he jumped right into the back again, but un-thankfully, laid right in the huge puddle of goo.
I had to ask...
I also had to ask..."Where the hell was his collar? Who took it off?"
Now faced with hosing him off as well, the day took a turn for the worst.
Without the help of his collar or leash to DRAG him to the hose...I had to body wrestle him across the lawn to get him near the garden hose. He thought we were playing. I was beyond pissed. I'm sure anyone passing by thought it looked hilarious. He is such a huge animal.
Now, REALLY hot, REALLY sweaty, and covered in DOG HAIR, I cleaned what I could from the truck, and raced back to the school to catch some of the game.
Wednesday: Tornado warnings? That's right...tornado warnings in the town of Jay, Maine. Imagine my horror as Chief Meteorologist Charlie Lopresti was instructing us to get to our basement, cover our heads with pillows and stay tuned to WGME for complete coverage...JEESH!!
Nick was at a baseball game, and his Dad had just texted me that the game had now been cancelled.
I texted him to get Nick home ASAP has the tornado was about to hit!
As they pulled into the driveway, it had started to hail...I hurried Nick into the basement, and really had no choice but to instruct my ex-husband to hit the basement as well.
So, there we were...
Me, my three children, my dog, and my ex-husband, all clutching pillows riding out the storm.
Thankfully, we never experienced the tornado, but let me tell you. It was scary to think that it could happen, and my heart goes out to all of those who have recently been through the real thing.
Thursday: Another crazy day at work, but I was looking forward to an evening of doing nothing. No-one had games, or practice, or meetings...Chris was working, so it was going to be a casual, no clean up dinner and Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Just after dinner, Nick came running downstairs.
"Mom! You have GOT to come and see this bird!!"
People. Come on. If you have been following this blog, you could probably guess my reaction.
We have had so many creatures cross the yard, take a swim, come up to the door, if an elephant showed up for dinner, I wouldn't be surprised.
But this bird was unlike any I had ever seen!
It was big, like a duck.
It was tannish, but had black and white stripes under his wings.
It had a distinct black mask that looked like it hooked under his chin.
It had an orange beak and orange legs and feet, and some orange around his eyes.
I know this because I followed him around for a half an hour taking pictures and video.
He let me walk right up to him, and didn't seem to mind. He was leisurely exploring the surroundings of Crazy Road.
I had yet to see anything like that bird.
After hours of googling, posting on Face book, taking advice from local "experts," we got every answer from quail, to a cross-bred duck/puffin to "coot." But nothing looked like a match.
Until this morning: Acting on a FACE BOOK TIP, I looked up Chukar Partridge.
It WAS a CHUKAR PARTRIDGE!!! THE NATIONAL BIRD OF PAKISTAN!!
Its only natural for a fowl that is native to that continent would find its way to my backyard.
I know, I know, there is probably a logical explanation. Likely escaped from a local farm....but Jeez Loise!
So last night, after a crazy filled week of work, kids, dogs, Pre-K after parties, taco-eating, crocodile rock singing, hiccuping, laughing, exotic bird watching chaos, it was my husband who put the icing on the coo-coo cake:
He went to the grocery store for eggs and hot dogs.
As usual, he took way longer than necessary, and I wondered what "treasures" he would return with. I've probably mentioned that I rarely concede to him running to the store...unless it is an emergency...because he, bless his impulsive heart, never sticks to a list.
So he finally returned, with his usual proud grin, and presents in grand style...
A long, narrow, package of....sticks!
"what the hell is THAT?" I ask, as I always do when viewing what he believes is the treasure of the century.
"It's a S'MORES KIT!" He excitedly tells me. "And it has marshmallows and chocolate right in the box!!"
"Nice!" I tell him as I look at the bag that should only have hot dogs in it.
"And....you know what else I got?" he asked.
"I can hardly stand the suspense." I replied, wondering if he even bought hot dogs for dinner.
"A coconut? What the *&^% is that for?"
He's upstairs right now banging it with a hammer.
Because, well, we needed a coconut.
Who knows what today will bring.
I hope this made you laugh a little.
It's a crazy life. And I'm so lucky to have it.
PS. He did remember the hot dogs.
Thanks for Reading!
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