OMG! The people at Buncomb Creek are nucking futs! So needless to say I fit right in, or they fit right in with me, either way it was almost scary. Nobody wears a hair net, but I sat and ate my hamburger anyway. Everybody rides around in golf carts now. It's a good thing I wasn't driving although I have to say backseat road rage is pretty bad, too. I got to meet the infamous Diana and her infamous relations. I have a feeling my aching stomach muscles will be around for another week. The food was all good, especially that brisket I helped to make. I went to a party on Sunday night and had to dodge fireworks all night (just kidding). I was sitting near where the guys were lighting them and setting them off. It was so cool. They were going off for nearly an hour before some buttface lawyer started complaining about the ashes and crap landing in his yard and on his house. Well tough tittle honey you're outnumbered by a few thousand lake-goers. I think at this point "The Angry American" started playing on the radio, how appropriate. The live band was great. They were really getting into the swing of things. I asked Cheryl how long before David starts yelling "Freebird!" I don't think he did. The band played my personal favorite Tom Petty song "Running Down a Dream." I did my horns, stood up, and yelled. This guy sitting behind me saw fit to remind me that I was still in Oklahoma and I was surrounded by Sooners. Who gives a crap?!? I was there to have fun....and I did.
We left a day early because we were all suffering from "Corbin-fever." Corbin Isaiah was born on July 1 and I got to see him on the 4th. He's all cute and wrinkly and perfect. I had him held kind of funny with his arm pinned against me. I was so concerned about his arm that I forgot to support his neck and when I handed him back to Jeremy, he went floppy. Needless to say Aunt Julie is going to let Corbin have plenty of recovery time before she goes to see him again.
I should probably try and get some work done. My idiot co-workers are concerned about me because I'm not happy to be back at work. Why the hell should I be?
2 comments:
Oh the Buncombe Creek bunch, so much fun. It's like my other family down there. We will go again and you definetly HAVE to go for New Years..fun fun
next time we WILL go fishing, oh yes, we will, or there could be fireworks on the homefront
Oh yes, we will be a-fishing next time we're down there. I could see the two of us out in a row boat, caught in a whirlpool, yet still managing to catch a few. If the Blazers don't play at home, I'll come for New Years (or just drive down after the game).
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