So I get a phone call Saturday morning from my best friend DeAnna. Well, it was a text, but none the less it means she is in town! She lives in St. George about 4 hours away from where I live so I NEVER see her. Turns out they are having a birthday party for their youngest, Taylor, at Chuck E. Cheese's in Layton. So of course I get my shiz together so I can go.
So I load up the car with the birthday presents and head up north on a 40 minute drive to my home town, Layton.
(Pronounced Lay'un the 't' is silent ya know)
So I'm about half way there when my car decides to play an evil trick on me. Even though my gas meter shows that I am 3/4 full, I run out of gas.
On the freeway.
Yes. Of course I took pictures, that's what a devoted blogger does in these situations.
So I'm sitting there wondering what to do. There was no way I was going to call the hubster to come save me. He was at home dealing with some electrical problem in our garage which was the reason why he couldn't come with me in the first place. There's no way in hell I was going to spring this one on him too. So I called Lindee.
As I told her my problem and she offered to come get me, I looked over to the side of the free way.
The only thing seperating me from the city of Bountiful was this fence. I could totally take on that fence. So I told Lindee not to come, even though she kept calling and insisting, and I left my car to go on a little journey.
Luckily there was a gas station less then a mile away and was able to buy a gas can to take back to my car. As I walked down the busy street, I realized what a cliche I was. A blonde WOMAN in heels walking down the street with a gas can in hand, I'm sorry to all you women out there, I've just contributed to the bad wrap women drivers get.
I wanted to scream at all the honking cars:
"It was my car's fault! It said I had a 3/4 full tank people!! It tricked me, NOT. MY. FAULT!"
Now climbing the fence on the way back with a gas can in hand was a little tricky. I threw my shoes and purse over the fence into the swampy mush on the other side and started climbing with the gas can in hand. Of course as I'm jumping down the fence, my pants get caught and now I have a nice hole right on the back of my thigh.
But look, after walking through all the swampiness I made it back to my car! Now to get the gas in the car was another problem. That gas can was ridiculous! I followed the instructions but as I poured the gas, about half of it got into the tank and half all over me, the side of my car and the concrete! Mmmmm, gas perfume.
I'm muddy, stinky, wet and tired but hey, the car starts! And I'm on my way.
So now for the happy part of the story. The birthday party. Little Taylor turned ONE! Look how adorable this little girl is:
And that's my best friend! Isn't she gorgeous! We've been best friends for over 14 years!
She has 3 adorable kids, 2 boys and 1 girl. Yeah, I think she's winning, she got a head start on the whole baby making thing.
DeAnna - 3
Kelly - 0
Here's a pic of her beautiful boys:
Isn't her family beautiful? Here's a little older pic:
(Sorry De, just had to steal these from you!)
I seriously need to do like a whole week of posts on DeAnna and our crazy times together so I'll save that for another time. The party was mad crazy, look at her huge family, she has 4 sisters and no brothers:
Tay and her birthday cake mustache:
Lindee and Logan were able to come too, it was a lot of fun getting Logan and DeAnna's boy Jordan together, they are the same age.
Thanks De for inviting us, it was so great to see you and your family and I already miss you!
Now I hadn't been to Chuck E. Cheeze's since I was like 6 and I remembered it as such a wonderful magical place. Ya know, where a kid can be a kid right? Well, it wasn't quite what I remembered.
It's a freakin kid zoo in there! I could actually see the germs floating through the air, and I have to tell you there are MEAN kids there!
My poor little nephew got in the way of this kid's skeeball game so the punk decided to kick Logan repeatedly in the stomach! Logan didn't know what to do so he just covered his head as the bully continued kicking him. Lindee was able to save him and was so pissed at that punk ass kid! She came and told me about it and we both wanted to cry! Who could kick this cute little boy? Aren't your eyes filling with tears right now just thinking about it? Mine too.
Lindee was seriously like the mama bear protecting her cub. I'm pretty sure she was gonna kick that little kid's ass to China but lucky for him, we never saw him again.
Which is probably a good thing considering he was like 7 and we are well, older than that, and we could probably do some real damage to that mother effer.