Monday, November 20, 2006

Monday Update

Patty still felt pretty bad Saturday. I left early with Kendall and Grant to do some volunteer work with our small group and she was wiped out on the couch. Soooooooooo, when I return she's cleaning house. Jimminy Crickets! I guess OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) had finally eclipsed the amount of pain and suffering. I encouraged her to return to rest but it was no use. The House had to be cleaned! An hour later I take everybody but Brett, he was sleeping, to my dad's to trim bushes and cleanup. I call Patty on the way back and now she's at the store!

Yesterday she was getting over the flu like aches but is now having some other less than pleasant side effects from all the anti-nausea drugs. It is truly a Catch 22.

We had a thanksgiving dinner last night with our small group and this is where Patty really gets her groove on, planning and setting up events. She truly would excel as a wedding or event planner. She is an attack dog in the pit bull vein when it comes to event planning. Nor chemo, nor aches, nor pains shall stop her if an event is to be planned. Did I say Christmas Tea? Don't get me started on that one. Anyway, she begin cooking as soon as we got home from church and then she headed over to the host's house, 4 hours early mind you, to help setup for a 1 hour dinner. Her other true love is organizing closets, rooms, etc. and junking anything that hasn't been touched in a 24 hour period, or earlier if its in a high traffic location, trust me I know. But I digress.

Kendall's class had a Thanksgiving Feast on Friday since it was their last day of school until after Thanksgiving week. I went to participate, and bring the rolls which is another story. In my usual fashion I wait to the last minute and run to Ingle's at 10 a.m., the party is at 10:30. I hit panic mode when upon entering the bread aisle I cannot locate any rolls. Thus, I used my emergency instant answer device (phone) to contact my emergency grocery store consultant (Patty). Upon the consultant answering, I scream to my answer machine, "FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, WHERE ARE THE ROLLS, AHHHHGGGGGHHHH?!" Ok, maybe I wasn't that loud but there was definitely panic in my voice. The consultant calmly tells me to move to the Deli section of the store upon where I would find the rolls. Now, I'm no grocery store manager but good grief, common sense would tell you ALL bread, no matter the type, should go in the same section. Anyway, I made it with 5 minutes to spare. Check out our and other little pilgrims in the pics are below.

1 comment:

Angela G said...

LOL! Patty, when you're up for a trip to the great white north and have a need to clean, feel free to tackle our closets, home in general, etc. YOU ARE AMAZING!