Weekend was great. Saturday morning, slept in and Rebecca came over at 11:03 a.m. HA. Had to post that because Kory was saying that she is never on time, and I was agreeing (although I could care less if she is late, we were simply harassing her) and she walked in at 11:03 a.m. She was supposed to be over at 11, so it was funny when she was 3 minutes late. OK, maybe you had to be there. We were literally talking about her being late as she walked in, LOL. Then she proceeded to try and claim she is NEVER late and always on time, which cracked us up even more. To be fair, Rebecca is very timely. But, when she is coming to our house, we usually have nothing specific planned, so time is NOT of the essence. Harassing Rebecca is so fun. Anyway, she got there, and we decided to go have breakfast/lunch at Newport Cafe, which is my new fav little local spot. I had blueberry pancakes again, and they were awesome, AGAIN. Everyone else had different sandwiches and stuff like that. Awesome place. Then Rebecca and I headed to the mall so she could exchange the shoes I bought her for her bday (for some reason, they don't fit her right, AARGH). She returned those and tried on a couple dresses. I harassed her again, because she is one of *those* girls that literally will not try on something if it does not fit her in th size she *thinks* she should wear. She tries on this really kewl dress, that is slightly tight because it was obviously made for totally flat teenagers. She tries on the next size and still no zipper movement. Going out to get the next size was not even being mentioned by me, because I knew she would have a heart attack if she had to buy something that size and would probably not eat for a week, LOL. Seriously, I wish there was something I could do to not get girls in society to look at a number. In women's clothing, every line of clothing, the sizes run different. Some girls could wear a 2 in one line, and an 8 in another. But they will NEVER buy that 8 because "they don't wear a size 8...." LOL. If something looks good, who cares what the number is? Really. So, we went to a couple other stores, got some goods at Victoria's Secret (great sale) and bought Kurt a shirt with Zumaya on the back of it (Tigers pitcher), which he loves. We all ate at Pete's Garage after that. Oh, I almost forgot. Rebecca brought her videos for new techniques she is learning and literally kicked my ass. OK, I guess I should say "kicked my neck" because it was all neck work. Satisfying pain, I should say. My neck is always so out of wack and I love and welcome her pain. I was almost crying at some points I think. The guy on the video cracks me up, I love him. We watched it on the big screen while she worked on me, so I got to be amused AND punished. WHEEEEE. I heart Rebecca.
Sunday, we were supposed to work, but instead, I headed to the Toledo Botanican gardens for a lazy Lori photography date. Had an awesome time. That place is beyond gorgeous and I have been so busy lately, my photography has been falling to the side. Got like 111 shots that I really liked, that are posted on my Flickr page. Came home that night and Kurt and went to dinner at Red Lobster, which was nice.
Oh, and please, pray for my Bumpa (that is what I call my Grampa). He should be fine, but he was admitted to the hospital this weekend for a blood clot in his lung. He had clot before, but near his stomach, which is much less dangerous than your lung. They *think* they can treat it with drugs, but if not, they may need to operate later. Ugh. Fingers crossed.