copying Danielle and color-coordinating my post

I spent 2 days at Nicole Ballard's house this weekend. I got combined total of 10 hours of sleep on Friday and Saturday night. But her party was so fun. :) AND! One of the best birthday gifts ever came a little late. Laura Mitchell! Oh, how I missed her wonderfulness.

The guest list was as follows:
Christy Zbylut, Laura Doiron, Monique Pelletier*, Chelsea Keiser*, Laura Mitchell, and myself.

Getting TO the party was almost as entertaining as the party itself was! The roads were utter crap, and it was freezing rain, and there were way too many hills that my van had to struggle to get up. Thankfully my mother was driving, although I probably would have been slightly more calm than she was. I prayed and thanked Jesus outloud every 10 seconds that He was going to keep us on the road, safe, and prevent cars from crashing into us. And He did. He's good like that.

At the party we pretty much just hung out and ate for a good long while. And then we had cupcakes, which Nicole had as her cake, and Nicole opened her gifts. It was a pretty good time. Laura M. showed up. And just as she was sitting down and telling us how she had just gotten over the flu, Nicole's dog, Abraham, presented a MASSIVE pile of puke for the last gift. Just about everyone got up and left because they were so grossed out. Laura M. just sat there and couldn't believe what just happened. And I sat there and laughed so hard I think I cried. The reason I wasn't grossed out was because my cat often pukes and I have gotten used to it.
Then we went into the family room and watched Bruce Almighty. Monique and Laura M. left shortly thereafter. Then everyone got all set up to go to sleep but Nicole and I ended up watching Without A Paddle. Ohhhh my gosh. I couldn't believe how funny that was.
The next morning included waffles with strawberries and whipped-cream, and bacon! So good.

That afternoon, Christy, Nicole and I had a good long talk about a whole bunch of different stuff. It was really awesome. And much-needed.

Then Christy left because she wanted to go and visit Chris who reluctantly "let" her go to Nicole's party. ;) What a cute couple they are, eh?

Saturday night the CW crew did a skit. Pat Ballard liked it.
Which was good.

Church was amazing, especially the end. And I don't mean that in a "I was so glad it was over" way, I mean the end of the service when the worship was amazing, and people were on their faces before the Lord. Good stuff. That night we came home and ate supper and watched Tommy Boy, my new favorite movie. Then we passed out from complete exhaustion.

Alarm went off at 7. This is the conversation that followed:
*both are still half asleep*
Nicole: Are you going to go shower?
Rachelle: Uh, I thought you were going to shower first.
Nicole: No.
*10 second pause during which the non-morning-person Rachelle comes out*
Rachelle: Fine! Whatever!

I have no idea where that hostility came from. I later apologized.

Went to church, did skit again. Substituted "Pat Ballard" with "Doug Taubin". I painted the "All My Sins" and then rolled over it with sooooo much red paint. I actually got some on my pants, thankfully it came off. Then we talked to Candace and her "crew" for a little bit.
Next was a trip to Walmart with Nicole. She bought cold medicine, vitamin c drops, and a box of tissues, and bagel bites.
I bought an iced tea.

Went back to her house and cleaned up my mess and packed my stuff.
Left her house at 5:45 for the Superbowl party at PIWC.
They had a 15ft. sub from Subway. INSANE! There was also an assortment of chips and dips, and cookies, and some chilli. I heard it was good, but I wasn't all that hungry. A bunch of us ended up playing some card cames, and this one new game that Laura taught us. I STILL have pen on my hand that hasn't come off yet.

Speaking of hands.
My fingernails on my right hand are painted a disgusting shade of sparkly-pink.
My fingernails on my left hand are painted a disgusting shade of sparkly-blue.

Eugh...

My dad picked me up when the Superbowl was done, and I was so happy to see him. And he let me ramble on and on about my weekend. Which was very kind of him...I even remember saying "you probably would just like a simplified version of this story, but thank you for listening to it all." Then I arrived home last night at 11:00. Mom was in bed watching some Star Trek movie, and I ran and hugged her and said. "Oh, I missed you."

I love my family. I sometimes forget how blessed I am.


*-Forgive me if I have spelled your name wrong. Though I'd be surprised if you actually were reading this.