Confusion

money... da da da... I guess it all started Thursday night at Aimee and Brittni's birthday bash at the skating rink. It was Aimee's birthday, but Brittni's in July, and Odel ("Peanut"), their mom, let them both celebrate together to avoid the inevitable ego crises. Those girls might be joined at the hip, or at least indenticals, they are so close to each other!!!! And the party worked out fine. Aimee was set up with cake and snacks at one end of the party room and Brittni at the other. A lot of kids showed, friends of both 9 year old Aimee and 10, going on 21, Brittni, for the occasion. Skating madly on the big rink floor with music and fun songs, and finally: limbo!!!! I just took pictures. Did not want to bust my old ass like that. Never been much of a skater, sadly.

Cutting cake and opening presents finally. Much money was raked in!!! It just kept falling out of cards!! They each made upward of 50 or 60 bucks.... A good time was had by all, as the paper said.

Brittni, who has her own cell phone, called Friday night to ask me to take her to Volleyball, games are on Saturday Morning. And the answer to a child is always "yes". Ronnie had to work, Peanut had to work. What is the surrogate grandpaw to do? So I picked her up and then Aimee, who was spending the night with a friend, all of a sudden, and had to be taken some clean clothes. Of course, they were not the ones she wanted, so there were tears. And a tantrum, for emphasis. But somehow they calmed down enough to continue. The Gym. Another crisis: A. wanted to carry a toy into the game, B. put a stop to it. A. cried and pouted. Got them calm and we went in. B. was not to play because of a hand injury, someone had dislocated her thumb a bit and she had bruises to prove! But the game was fun, good crowd, enthusiastic cheering, with these half-pint girls getting the ball over the regulation high net! I was impressed, but the Amazing Aces, her team, lost by a little.

We went to McDonalds. It was 10:20AM. Not quite in time for the lunch meal to roll down, so B. and I got biscuit big somethings but A. only wanted chicken nuggets. Not yet ready. But I read the riot act: no more tears or tantrums or we go home, and then it was 10:30 and A. got her nuggets!!!! They played on the slides.

Their birthday money still with them and they want to go to the Square and "shop". Oh Lord, I thought. Waste of money on toys they do not need. First, they bought a big chocolate muffin at the Coffee Grinder. I needed caffeine at that time too. Bad! We went to Pamala's. Free fudge. Yum. On down to the a couple more places, then the Books on the Square. There, Aimee found a cute golden little football with a zipper. Unzip to find a cute little mouse. Actually a Christmas tree ornament. Cute. It cost 4 bucks, but she bought it, and then, to my surprise presented it to her sister! Pure love! Joined at the hip Siamese!!! So on around the square, B. found a surprise at another shop for A. Cats Meow was the last place visited, then back through the Grinder to refill my cup, to the parking lot. By that time, it was 3:00, time for Peanut to be home. They were still excited, I was pooped.

And then scheduled to drive to Fort Worth for movie and hearing Matt at a Coffee house. Brandon went along, with his Pizza delivery money, and we picked up Sixto and headed to the dollar movie. Nothing started at that time, and Brandon wanted us to go to his Grandma's, but she could not be reached. To the My-Lan. Favorite wonderful cheap Viet-Nam food was what we wanted next. But the place was packed and the kitchen slow, and the waitress got our order mixed up, with Sixto's 105, Chicken with Lemon grass on rice, came out first after a long wait, and the wrong stir-fry bowl for me, sent to the right table by the frustrated head waitress... and finally, it seems they lost our ticket, the kitchen in chaos, we got the spring rolls and my number 32, made with egg rolls instead of pork, which I shared with Brandon.... Poor Brandon had to pay as Sixto just got his truck fixed from a wreck, to the tune of 600 bucks!!!! Went to hang at Borders Books for a while, killing time before Matt performed. After we could not find the coffee house, Berry street was torn up and I had not written the address or anything like the name of the place down, we compromised again by ice cream at Brahms, a block from Six's place. This after Brandon had called his Mom on my phone to tell her that he was getting sick. Sick. Yeah. Hypochondria, is the name of the disease!!! I got mad at that, read him the RA too late, about how dumb it was to worry his mon, when all he needed was a coke and some desert. Well it fixed him up, said good night to my beaner friend, and headed back to Granbury. I went home, fed the dogs, slept like a log.