It’s Monday night and I’m finally getting down to my computer. It’s been crazy busy for me. I like it busy, but this weekend was a little nuts.
I’ve already told you about Saturday and Sunday… so I’ll pick up where I left off.
The Concert was sweet. I didn’t get out of there till about 10:20pm. Since I had been up since 6am that morning… I felt like I was just about dead. I had 7 voicemails yesterday (still haven’t returned calls yet) but I was so tired, I didn’t listen to them till this morning. I was actually tired by the time I got to the concert (around 4pm) but not so tired I could cause some trouble.
Matt left me and Holly in his office with his computer UNLOCKED. Hello!!! Who does that??? I was blogging on it at first (hence my last blog), but then… he left us in there too long.
We got bored.
Holly stuck post-its everywhere with “dirty words” (she said they were dirty… ie. “hairy chest,” “fart,” “stinky,” etc. I know… I could think up a lot worse) and so I decided to send some emails out to some of my friends… who also happen to work with Matt. However, I did NOT tell them it was me. Since Matt has his email signature all set up “Grace and Peace, Matt Singley, Minister of Operations, blah blah blah” I just allowed them to think Matt sent them a nice email.
I wrote nice things, like:
Dear Jocelyn,
You are a nice person and very trustworthy. And you smell like almonds.
Grace and Peace,
Matt Singley
Minister of Operations
blah blah blah
I’m sure she liked my email.
Once we were out working the venue, my goal was to yell out “HOLLYRESNICK.COM” as many times as possible. Holly likes it when I help her out with marketing. I do a good job.
Anyway. Sunday… a long day. Almost died in my sleep… well… not really. I’m alive and well. I woke up in time to scoot over to JSizzle’s house for coffee. You can check out a recap of our morning on Holly’s blog. I didn’t really almost die in my sleep… but I almost died at Singley’s house because of her stupid cat, Rascal. It would have been nice if they didn’t rub that cat all over my face. I’m so allergic to cats, I need an epipen.
As my throat was closing up and my face was swelling to the size of a football stadium, Jen asked me, “You don’t think he’s cute at all?”. Yeah… he’s so cute, I want to shoot him. GET ‘ER DONE!!!
It’s okay, my devoted readers. I’m okay. I gave myself CPR and I’m here to tell the tale.
All this to say… Brian and I are skipping BSF because Chance has a slight fever and is a little clingy. We’re hanging out as a family tonight. Yay, family! It’s a nice mellow end to a crazy weekend.
I’m gonna get to my emails now. Maybe I’ll get around to my voicemails afterwards. If not… I’ll FOR SURE return your call tomorrow.
BTW… Here’s a picture of the slippers my Mom got me. She and I now have matching slippers. It keeps me from slipping on my wood floors that I so stupidly Pledged.
It’s okay… you can laugh if you want.