Finally the event planning is over and we had the graduation party last night at our City’s old recreation center.   It was the most UNhectic pre-party preparation I’ve ever experienced.  In fact I told Shane that I felt like I had some weird natural endorphins goin on because I was entirely too calm sane.   Check this:  I didn’t even flip out when I realized I needed 3 more boxes of Rigatoni noodles at 4:30pm (party starts @ 6).   I just ran up to the store and then cooked it.   No worries!   (I know, I’m stunned.  Normally I would have been swearing)   But I’m pretty sure that was all just the universes way of preparing me for yet another dealing with the hall we rented.

The party went very well….despite not having air conditioning,  the city staff not holding true to let me in 1/2 hour early, having to have my first guests help set up the place because afterall the city staff didn’t (as also promised) set up enough ANY tables or  chairs prior to my arrival…when I walked in all the (dirty) tables and chairs were in the storage area.  So not only did I have to set up for myself, I also had to clean tables prior to setting up.  *sigh*  (and ick!)

But it all turned out fine even though we were still setting up food when we should have been eating it….And as soon as I cracked open that White Zinfandel I suddenly felt much better.   (Although it may have been wise to actually eat something BEFORE the wine…but whatever).    Plus I now remember why it is I don’t drink often.   Nothin like scrubbing roasting pans with a hangover.  Yup, fun.

I’m still just amazed at the incompetence of our city’s staff that handles the rentals.  Not to mention the Mayor who failed to even respond to my email last week – yet I’ve heard his Facebook was updated with an announcement that he wants to buy a second home on Put-In-Bay and live there 6 months out of the year…..because as he stated….he does most of his mayoral duties via the computer and phone.    Imagine that.  Now who in their right mind would re-elect someone who only actually lives IN the city 6 months out of the year?  Who?

I live in a city that is relatively small (12,000)….and our Mayor has always prided himself on his ability to communicate with his residents….well…that is if you count the self elevating newsletters he puts out that cover the latest happenings in his life….pics of him in his Superman gear (a self professed fan of the superhero) and posing with celebrities and even competing in the latest local version of Dancing with the Stars….yet…I cannot get him to respond to an email regarding issues I’m having (it wasn’t just an issue with the hall).    Just like a politician…”I want to hear your input, your concerns“.  (so what?  so you can do absolutely nothing about it?)  *puts letter “L” on forehead*      LA-HOOOOSER.

*above pic:    cookies my sister baked.   they not only look good but tasted awesome.  the photo also includes cookies with Kaylee’s college name on them….but the pic is cropped as to avoid weirdos, kooks, stalkers and pyschos. *not you*

Just a sampling of the menu:  Kielbasi/Saurkraut, Swedish Meatballs, Chicken, Teriaki Chicken Wings, Rigatoni and for dessert – lady locks, fruit chicken pineapple salad, pizza, marinated mushrooms, broccoli cheese bacon salad.

Not pictured:  Cheesy potatoes (Mmmm), Pasta salad and a big giant cake.     (I didn’t take pics of everything as I was tending one very theraputic glass of wine)

And one last ’shot’.  My lovely cousin Laura, who is beautifully pregnant – she’s one of those with just the prego belly and not a stitch of fat anywhere else  yet still thinks she’s ‘huge’….*uhhh* -   REFUSED to take a nice pic for the camera.
So in return I will post these:
And let me just say right now, I’m so so so glad I don’t have the breasts of a pregnant woman anymore.    Between my Cousin Laura and Cara over at LandofBean….I’m just thankful to have my normal every day boobies.