A FANTASTIC WEEKEND!

Friday started off with me going to the Doc. Picked up Wolf and had Mexican for lunch. Stopped at store and picked up all of our liquid beverages for the weekend and packed them in ice. Then I headed to Wolf’s to wait for her to get off from work. Wolf gets home and we are ready to start our weekend. Off to the Dive to play darts was our first agenda. Our friend was there waiting for us and Wolf calls us gnomes, you know those little creatures with the pointed hat that you put in your yard as lawn ornaments, because we are both short. Friend will be Gnome1 and I will be Gnome2. We sat and chat for a few and then Gnome1 decides she is ready to take on Wolf. She doesn’t have a chance. Wolf goes right in for the kill. Gnome1 is a masochist and says she wants another came, silly girl. She comes out of the starting gate and it looks like she might have a chance, but Wolf gets that glint in her eyes and you know your time is about to end. Thump, thump, thump right into the bulls eyes went Wolf’s darts, game over. Does Gnome1 take her pointed little hat off in shame, NO, she decides to drag me into the blood bath. Gnome1 and I decide to change the rules and we are going to play two against Wolf. Wolf says in a brave voice, Bring it on, I will take you both down. Game is going great, it is the bottom of the ninth, No, that is football or is it baseball, whatever, Wolf and the Gnomes have everything closed but the bulls. Gnomes have Wolf beat in points, Gnomes 192 points and Wolf 20 points. Gnomes think they might have a chance. Wolf immediately closes her bulls, and now each time she hits one, it will be 25 points. Gnomes get their first bull and that is all it takes for Wolf to taste smell blood. All it takes is about 2 minutes and she has caught up with the Gnomes and then throws that final bull to finish them off. I wanted to end the massacre right then, but NOOO, Gnome1 has to jump up and down for another game. It is sad enough that we lose one on one but it is pathetic that we lose playing two of us against her. Ok, game begins. I know that I have to get my total concentration going if we are to beat her. I have attention span of a Gnat. All it takes is something shiny or noise to get my eyes off the dartboard and off goes my dart. One time my dart went off to the left, hitting a guy in the back of the leg, 4 boards down from us. OOPS! Game begins, Wolf is fighting hard to beat us, but the Gnomes rally and we take her down. Yippee! I wanted it do be done, over, call it even, But NOOOO, they want a play off. OH, don’t they realize how much it hurts my brain to concentrate, but I give in and agree. Games begins, Gnomes are playing sloppy but we hang in there, finally getting it down to the bulls, Wolf starts licking her lips and knows it will be over soon. She will have her Victory. I walk up, block everybody out of my brain, dart flies threw the air, land right in the red dot. Wolf’s eyes get that familiar glint in them and I know she is about to slaughter us, but NO she misses. Gnome 2 steps up aims and hits the green……..Gnomes Win, Gnomes Win…. YIPPEE! Games are over and off goes Wolf and Gnome2 for the rest of there weekend adventure.

Off to Wolf’s Dad’s for the night. We have about an hour drive to his place. We can’t wait to get there because he spoils us. I had sent an email the night before, sort of begging, no I asked nicely, “it would be nice to have a fire.” Last year on one of our visits, Wolf and I talked to him about enjoying fires, hot dogs and smores. On our next trip to visit him, he had bought a fire pit, hot dogs and the makings for smores. He is so sweet. Wolf has to stop at ATM, gets out of van, and I call her Dad to let him know we are on our way and that we are stopping for chicken and would be in there in a few. He says great and be careful and I’m sitting here by the fire waiting for you. Wolf gets in the van and I floor it. She is hanging on to her seat belt and says, “what is going on?”. All I can get out is fire and we have to hurry up and get there to your Dad’s. Luckily she knows me well enough and understands my craziness. We get on interstate and I ask her what is the speed limit, (she should have lied and told me that it was only 55), but she says 70 and that is all I have to hear. Foot smashes pedal and off we go. Now Wolf’s knuckles are turning white from hanging on to the seat belt. The next thing I hear is Chicken, as I’m flying by and I throw on brakes and go sliding into the drive up window. Grab our chicken and off we go. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe he would run out of wood, or it was going to be about 9p.m. by the time we got there and he would drown the fire and go to bed. I don’t know but the only thing on my tiny brain was, FIRE!, have to get there. Finally, I see his road, make my turn and there is the Fire and he is sitting there patiently waiting for us to arrive. We jump out, unload the liquid refreshments and plop down in front of the fire. AHHH, I’m very, very, happy. We sit in front of fire enjoying good conversation and fried chicken. D mentions he has marshmallows, Wolf says she is sleeping while I make her pancakes in the morning. D says he has pancake mix and he had a recipe to make homemade dough for fried pies, plus chocolate and peaches and apples to make filling, and yes he plans on making all of this tomorrow after breakfast, then goes inside to answer phone. Wolf starts in right away about him spoiling me. I said I didn’t know what she was talking about,”fire, marshmallows, chocolate fried pies.” I said Yep and I will bet you right now that the pancake griddle will be on the counter to make her pancakes, especially for her. Sky was full of stars, temperature was perfect for a fire. Everything would have been perfect except phone ringing every thirty minutes. This person knew we were there, She knew Wolf doesn't get a lot of time with her Dad and this person only did this to aggravate us, but we chose to ignore and have a great evening. D went to bed about midnight, and his parting words were to serve his breakfast in his bed, he said at least I didn't fill out a menu (that is what we did the last visit, a complete menu left on his bedroom door. Wolf and I hit sack at 2. Last words from Wolf was "Please serve my breakfast in bed in the morning." Goodnight. Well morning comes and Wolf pushes me out of bed and I stumble into kitchen, there sits the Griddle on the counter. D and I have a great conversation and then we start breakfast. I thought Wolf had gotten up but when I looked down hallway, she had just gotten up to go potty and closed the bedroom door. We are almost finished cooking and I asked D if he has a large cookie sheet, answer was yes. I take cookie sheet, put a place mat on it, silverware and then I start looking for some sort of flower. D says I have fresh Buttercups outside and a small vase in my bedroom. He goes running out door, goes to bedroom and comes back with vase and flowers. Fix her plate and coffee place it on tray and we start towards bedroom, I stop and I ask D, "would you like to carry in tray", his face lights up and says yes and takes the tray. Open door, turn on light and Wolf is buried under cover, now at this point I'm hoping Wolf will pop up head and say some bad words. D walks up to head of bed, Wolf's head pops up, sees her Dad with tray, I would have given anything to of had a camera. The look on her face was Priceless. That was a special moment between Father and Daughter. Wolf gets up and decides to join us at table for a delicious breakfast. Rest of visit was perfect, we laughed and talked and while I was in shower D and Wolf made the Fried Pies, and they were soooo good. Only bad thing happening was She(the one from the night before) started calling at 7:30 and continued calling about twice every hour. D finally had some words with her and she stopped calling, well at least till we were gone.

Left D about 3 and headed to Wolf's Mom's, Stayed there Saturday night and yes she spoils us also. Got there to dinner being placed on the table. Ham, white beans, corn, cornbread, and mashed potatoes. Delicious and yes I ate till I couldn't move. Her nephew whom she calls Spawn was helping PawPaw with floor replacement, so we played WII bowling and Pool with her Mom. Baby Sis got home about 7:30, stayed and visited and went over to Babysis's and Spawns house to spend the night. We were to watch the little one while she went to work in morning and parents could go to church. Once again Wolf gets to sleep in, which is OK. I got up and crawled in bed with him after his Mom left for work. Place my hand on his leg so that even if he breathed weird, I would be on Red Alert! He woke up and our day started. It wasn't bad, we crawled on the couch together and watched movies. Two movies I hadn't seen. UP, which was pretty good and something called Flushed, which was another Pixar. Fed him two bowls of Cherrios, which was simple, he says he is going to go and wake up Aunt Wolf, I naturally said "have at it". Got up in a few to check on Wolf and he had gone in the bedroom and turned her light on, I guess he figured that would be enough. Wolf gets up, I was doing something and I hear the little one calling me from the bathroom, from the time he was a baby, he knew that anything that has left his body is My job not Aunt Wolf's. This also OK, because anything physical like playing football, fixing vehicles was Aunt Wolf's job. Yes he had left a load, off the toilet he goes, down goes head and up goes butt, I thought I was going to crack up. OK everything clean and off we go to pack up, go over to his grand parents, and we have lunch waiting for her parents when they get home from church. Well reality hits that weekend is over and back to the real world. We load up van and head home. Unload at Wolf's, kiss and hugs and then off I go, back to this World where I will check off the days while I wait for the weekend to come back. Thank you Wolf for sharing your family with me.