This'll Crack You Up

The uh, future stepmom, whatever she is called (Shay's dad's girlfriend) actually asked me for $200 to help pay for the trip they're taking to Hawaii in October. They're taking her son and Shay with them, and are soliciting donations from both me and her kid's father.
I can't believe she'd ask this, when Shay told her that I was aware of the way she was yelling at him and bad-mouthing me.....
I politely told her that I've got some really big expenses these next two months and paying for their vacation isn't in my budget.

Almost Famous

We almost had dinner with Martina McBride this week. ALMOST. Her tour buses stopped in town on Wednesday and my boss said we were apparently invited to have a dinner with her and these friends of ours who know her.
I wasn't completely sold on the idea because I had a great dinner planned at home with my son and my sweetheart--and I didn't really know who Martina McBride was. Still don't. I know her name and that's about it. I only listen to country when someone makes me!
So, when it came down to dinner time, I opted to stay home and so did my boss. I made a fabulous supper with Omaha Steaks, asparagus bombs (email me and I'll give you the recipe it's DELIGHTFUL) and some other wonderful things. And we watched Premonition--Brandy--look at my comments on your Premonition blog entry.
We haven't had much time at home lately and home just seemed way better than getting dressed up to impress a country singer who I don't know.

This weekend is another Regatta, not as glamorous as some of the others because it's entirely on the beach and there's no fancy banquet. FINE! I will tie my hair back, put on the cowboy hat, and spool it up.

Man, It's Hot

And I'm getting sick of it. Oh well.

This week I got to be an adult for a little while. Steve and I took a rental car down to Phoenix, and the plan was for us to fly home the next morning in a helicopter that was in a shop getting some repairs. Well then we were told once we got down there that it would be a whole nother day before it was ready. Okay, we'll wait.
Then we ended up waiting three days. I toodled around Phoenix, going to the mall, having drinks with friends, having sushi, YAY!
Finally I had to come home on my own because we have a regatta this weekend. Gotta do some preparations for it ahead of time, so we look like professionals.
Steve's still stuck down there, waiting for the helicopter to get completed.
And I'm here, dealing with this 119 degree weather.....

Back from the Dead

I've spent the last five days horizontal, and today I believe I might be getting well again. I only get sick occasionally, like once a year, and I guess this was my time. Of course there was no one to take care of me. OH SURE! The world has to stop spinning when someone else in this house is feeling under the weather, but when I'm sick I'm on my own.
I had several problems: my neck and back were knotted up and I needed my friend the massage therapist to work on me, my sinuses had some irritation and the normal over the counter stuff wasn't working (so I developed a fever and awful headache from it) and then there were some FEMALE problems that only Monistat could help. Yes, I know, T.M.I. And because the FEMALE problem wouldn't clear up, it of course caused a U.T.I. Wonderful times.
I had some time in between headaches to read my latest paperback, a story about this biker guy who worked for the FBI in getting evidence on the Hells Angels. Pretty good, very eye-opening. Remind me not to get involved with a biker any time soon. Well, a real biker anyway. Steve and I hang out with the Yuppy Bikers here in Havasu--otherwise known as the "Rolex Riders." If you ever see the movie "Wild Hogs," you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh yes, and how could I forget--we went to see Transformers on Sunday!!! Woohoo! Awesome movie. It was one of those good ones where you talk about it all the way home. "Remember that part where the robot smashed up all those cars? That was awesome!" I know you know what I'm talkin' about.

Time to go get dinner started. It's a seafood night.

Yay, another record

Today it's supposed to reach 125 degrees, which surprisingly isn't a record. The record was back in the 1990's, when it got to 128. We used to be able to say that the rediculous hot weather kept all the wierdos out of town, but that's not true anymore. They've figured out that alcohol consumption helps with tolerating the heat. Yesterday it was 123, I think, but thankfully I was indoors a lot. Today I have some doggies to go check on (their owners are out of town) but I'm going to accomplish that before it gets too stupid outside.
This weekend we went on a double date with some friends since we were without children. They were all with either their friends or their other parents. My son got to go see a KISS tribute band, called KISS ARMY on Saturday. He went with his dad, and dad says it was awesome.
It's 10:30, and I better saddle up and get things done before the day heats up!!!

Pool Time

Since it's 100 degrees by 9 am, it's best to get the pool time in well before noon. Shay and I put together the newest toy, the human hamster wheel, and put it to the test. Pretty cool. I recommend it to anyone who wants to keep the kids busy with running in place. Got it at Home Depot, yay!

Then of course Shay had to show me his hair-do sculpting prowess, with the "White Devil Do."

He's just as classy as mom....

My brother and his little family are leaving Arizona for Tennessee this weekend, I guess for good. They're moving to be near his wife's brother, and to get away from the heat. I suppose I'll let them be the ones to find out that Tennessee is also an AFRICA HOT destination every summer. They insist that the weather is better--but I've been to the south quite a bit, and I know what they're in for. DUH.

I am doing some work this week for a new movie being made, about my boss. The movie crew is here for a couple of days and I will be on hand to help make the magic happen. Whatever. I was too busy with my own stuff today to be there.

P Diddy Wishes He Lived With Meeeee!

Photo of Shay--after he got comfortable with the idea of flying:

Went to Prescott, Arizona today--a trip that normally would take 5 hours one way. We made it in 6 minutes. Steve's boss bought a learjet on Ebay recently (yep, look em up, you can buy pretty much anything on there) and in order for Steve to have a co-pilot, he has to train some people up in the air with him. These are not newbies to the profession or anything, just people who already fly quite a lot but need some time in this particular jet to get their license updated.

So, Shay and I met them at the airport and climbed aboard at about noon. We got to Prescott very quickly, had lunch, then turned around and came back home.

This jet is soooo fast, at one point Steve turned around and said to us, "We're flying at about 460 miles per hour." Dang. It burned 350 gallons of fuel, so if you calculate how much jet fuel is--around $3 per gallon (at cost because Steve's boss also recently bought the Chevron station at the airport) then that means today's quick training session cost about $1,000. Not including the $20 lunch, though. That's extra.

Six minutes to go the same distance that takes 5 hours to drive. A lot of it has to do with the desert and mountains--if you're driving you have to take a very indirect route, around the impassible parts of the state.
I wish my base income was even close to Steve's boss's expendable income. The guy has been doing construction and real estate development since he was 20 years old (not without an awful bankruptcy of course) and lately he's been very lucky in business. He comes from the Harrah family (hotels and casinos) so he didn't exactly start out as a pauper.