Monday Morning Weekend Wrap Up

On Friday, the boys had a minimum day prior to Spring Break, so I invited a couple of friends and their kids over for a play date. The moms had margaritas and Tortola rum cake, and a good visit while the kids ran around like maniacs. Saw this at Deb's blog and it seemed appropriate for Friday:
Do you have feelings of inadequacy?
Do you suffer from shyness?
Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.
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Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had.
Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.
Margaritas may not be right for everyone.
Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas.
However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.
Side effects may include:Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, Erotic lustfulness, Loss of motor control, Loss of clothing, Loss of money, Loss of virginity, Pregnancy,Table dancing, Memory Loss, Headache, Dehydration, Dry mouth, And a desire to sing Karaoke.
WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.
WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.
WARNING: The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically
converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting
Please share this with others who may need Margaritas.
Thank you.

Saturday was the Easter Egg hunt at The Dude's mom's cabana club, and the boys had fun, even though it's really geared toward a younger crowd. I also visited my uncle Paul at the hospital. Paul is married to my Aunt and he was a body builder in his younger days, and lifted with the Raider players of the 70s and even the now Governor of CA.

Uncle Paul stopped lifting quite a while ago and gained a bunch of weight. He recently had gastric bypass, and lost a bunch of weight, and ended up in the hospital because his meds were off, and ibuprofen was doing in his kidneys. He used to fancy himself a sort of "Uncle Buck" of the family, and had a difficult time when my sister and I started dating. I don't agree with their politics, but they are still part of my family, so I wanted to see how they both were doing. He'll be out possibly this week, and seemed to be in pretty good spirits. My aunt seems to be OK too, even though she recently ended chemo for breast cancer, and has started radiation. In fact Uncle Paul shaved his head in support of my aunt losing hers during chemo, which I thought was pretty cool. Saturday was also main laundry day and grocery shopping day. By the evening I was done in. Then the Easter Bunny came, leaving his traditional treasure hunt for the boys. This years clues were:

1. The first clue is in front of your face,

For your baskets you'll have to pace,

The prize is worth the wait,

Now look underneath The Oldest's plate.

2. Use your head and look at your Goped.

3. The next one couldn't be easier, look in the freezer.

4. This one's up to you, Spngebob holds your clue.

5. This is the popcorn fave, look in the microwave.

6. This next clue will fill you, look under The Youngest's Pillow.

7. This is the last clue for what you seek, look inside where the dog used to sleep.

Sunday was lunch with my folks, sis and nephews. The boys had a blast and my dad is no longer allowed to hide eggs as he couldn't' remember where that last egg was for a nephew. So The Dude feeling bad ended up giving each nephew some money, because he thought the didn't find their money eggs, which they had. We had a quiet dinner at home, which consisted of spaghetti tacos for the boys, and spaghetti and Mary bread for The Dude and me.

Today is The Dude and my 18th anniversary. He has class tonight, and we'll celebrate another time.