My Weekend

Despite the vomit and late nights, I had a good weekend.

On Friday night, I went to our local Relay for Life walk-a-thon thingie.

Back in May, I went to a local Festival thingie where I tried to sell my photos and some sunglass cords. It sucked (in terms of sales) but I did manage to do a bit of networking.

Anyway, one of those networking opportunities came to fruition.

A lady was heading up a team for Relay for Life ...

(oh, for the love of Christ, must my iPod play Here Comes Santa Claus by the Chipmunks right now?).

...to continue...anyway, this lady asked me to volunteer to take photos at her booth to sell to raise money for this incredible organization. I agreed because it would give me some exposure and a chance to get my name out in the community.

Well, the relay was Friday night and I pretty much left work and got there right as it was starting. I took a few pics (about 12) and helped to raise about $70 which wasn't great but not too shabby.

Anyway, the big news is that one of the survivors was working this booth as well and she's a photographer/sales person for the local newspaper. She was admiring my work and offered to run some of my pics from time to time in the paper (provided that they were good) and give me credit (of course) but also would pay me for some photos and/or gigs.

How cool!!!!!!!!!!

That was one of the highlights of the weekend.

I also entered a silent auction for these horseshoe benches (one was tall and copper colored and the other was black) and didn't expect to win one of them much less than both, but I did! I'll take pics and post them sometime.

I got home that night about 12:30 or so.

I went on to bed and at some point, light of my life (who had fallen asleep on the couch), got up and joined me in my bed. Around 4 am, she woke me up informing me that she had just thrown up in my bed....great. Right after she informed me of that, she gagged and threw up 3 more times while I held back her hair. Oh, the memories of holding back one's hair while barfing....priceless.

Anyway, it's was typical kids barf. Hot dog bites, red stuff, etc........

After she was sure she was done, I sent her to rinse her mouth out and then brush her teeth while I held my breath (so as not to breathe in the barf fumes as it would AUTOMATICALLY and IMMEDIATELY cause a chain reaction with me) and stripped the bed. Luckily she only got the fitted sheet and a bit on the pillow cover. After she brushed her teeth, I had to get her to grab a flashlight and hold it on the sheet while I went outside to wash the barf off my sheet with the water hose. Can't have hot dog chunks in the washer, you know!!! Picture a mama with crazy hair outside in her t-shirt with no pants on (panties only) with her 8 year old daughter holding a big ass flashlight, washing off a big yellow sheet with barf on it at 4 a.m. all the while constantly looking off in the woods with BIG eyes at all the country night noises coming from every direction. Between the scary country night noises and the water rushing from the water hose, I nearly peed in my pants, which would have caused yet ANOTHER load of laundry (can't wash Victoria's Secret Panties in hot water with the barfed upon sheets). After rinsing off the sheet, we went inside where I tossed the sheet and pillow cover in the washer and we went and slept on the couch for the rest of the night/morning.

She was feeling much better the next morning. Thank goodness. It was a weird thing. I think it was the Sonic she had for dinner instead of an illness cause she didn't have any other symptoms.

Saturday consisted of us getting up at like 10 am (the barfing and cleaning up wiped us out) and going to Wal-Mart to drop the Relay for Life pics on a c.d. and then coming home and ordering a pizza and watching Hairspray.

Sunday, we went to church and then spent most of the afternoon at the pool. That was so much fun.

I also saved 2 more turtles yesterday.

I so wish I had a video of the one I saved on the way to church Sunday morning. I had dropped light of my life off at Sunday school around 10 and came back to the house to shower and get ready for regular service that started at 11.

My hair was in desperate need of a trim, so I have to be particular about how I fix it until I can get it trimmed (which my mom did for me yesterday afternoon...boy what a difference that makes). I always run behind, so it was pretty much me running out the door with still damp hair that had a bit of gel in it.

I get almost to the turn off to the church (about 3/4 of a mile away) when I see a medium sized turtle in the road. I swerved to avoid hitting him and then realized that I had seen his head sticking out which meant that he was still alive. I pulled off the side of the road, put my car in park and RAN in my white heels (yes, I'm a tacky white trash southerner who wears white heels to church. If you saw these shoes, you'd wear them too, they're that cool) all the way back (about 50 feet) to the turtle and picked him up and put him in the grass on the side of the road (the direction he was heading).

Ungrateful little bastard didn't even say thank you after I humiliated myself running on the highway in white heels with my boobs bouncing up to my chin and my carefully coiffed hair flying all over the place.

On the way home from swimming yesterday afternoon, there was another turtle in the road. I did the same thing, except this time, I was in a bathing suit and a towel wrapped around my waist and wearing Speedo flip flops while running down the highway.

I better earn a good spot in Heaven for all this. If not, I'm just gonna leave 'em to die...kidding. I can't do that. I figure the reason I'm so stuck on saving the turtles is because I can't save the kitties, raccoons, armadillos and dogs that get run over all the time. The turtles are so slow, that I actually have a chance of rescuing them.

For those of you keeping score (you hear me, God), that's 3 that I've saved. And nary a thank you.

How was your weekend?

Later,

Mama Dawg