Mcgilla’s Weblog

last night i was home alone.  And sometimes that means strange things happen…. I was sitting in the mom and pop room all alone and after a while it became impossible to ignore the elephant in the corner… or in my case the saxophone…. so i whipped it out and played a little…. after a little hot cross buns actions i decided that i’m awesome and played joy to the world.  I even took a picture via my macbook’s photo booth of me rocking out.

Well…. then i thought my trumpet might be lonely, so i went downstairs and got it. I didn’t think i’d be able to play it at all since it’s been several years…. so i buzzed a bit, then i ran through a couple octives of a chromatic scale and decided that i’m as awesome as i’ve ever been and played the good ole roxana school song, from memory.  I was going to play the whole pregame show… but after the national anthem, my chops were done…. i’m a little out of shape, and today my lips are a smidge swollen and i kinda feel like i’ve been punched in the face.  Oh well…. it was still a top night.

It’s been a while since i’ve written…. a week and half…. I just don’t seem to have as much material when i’m at home out of my regular routine…. Anyway, the longer i go without writing, the more I feel like i need a really good post for my welcome back….  So tonight while perusing facebook, i was thinking about a post my Sister in Law Kelli wrote about the most horrendous thing she’d ever seen.  You can read about it here….

Anyway…. that’s when i found this…

Yup… that’s not photoshopped, that is my good friend Ben Weaver actually wearing those horrendous pj’s…. and not JUST wearing them… but posing in them to be captured for all to see.  (He can’t be upset that this is going to make the internet rounds… he allowed himself to be photographed in them).  But still…. even after seeing this picture, i gave Benji the benefit of the doubt, and i assumed that these pj’s are a big joke, and that he just put them on for the photograph…. That’s when i came across this….

You guessed it…. that’s Ben on Christmas morning before he woke up…. he put those pj’s on Christmas eve and slept in them all night.  He’s actually wearing them… not for a picture, but as pajamas, and by choice. oye.

Every year my family drives up to Chicago to attend Willowcreek’s christmas show.  We drive up on a friday night, and we eat at Geno’s east.  For those of you not from chicago land, that’s the best deep dish pizza on earth.  We get the sausage patty pizza, which is not just sausage patties on a pizza… it’s a solid patty of sausage that covers the entire diameter of the pizza. I know what you’re thinking, it must be too good to be true, but i assure you it is not… and it is glorious…. as can be seen by scott’s expression.

After dinner we went to IKEA where fun was had by all.  I won’t go into details, it would take 8 pages. Then when we got back to the hotel, i decided that i HAD to do a snow angel…. no one would join me…. bunch of darla downers.

getting ready for the jump

trying not to fall down…. which is kinda funny since i’m about to lay down in it.

making the angel.

ta-dah! i’m so much fun

I’m currently unemployed, so i am making my christmas gifts. Today is getting supplies and ideas together day.  I’m kinda stressed about it…. hope it turns out as good as it is in my head. i guess we’ll see. =)

it was a long drive, but i made it. YAY! I just decided that it’s no fun when my internet at school is down for 5 days because today i checked my google reader for the first time in 5 days…. and i normally check it twice a day…. and i had 178 blog subcriptions to read. YIKES! it took FOREVER. but i’m caught up, and onto enjoying my vacation.

i have one final to go…. and it shouldn’t even count as a final… it’s a 20 multiple  guess question chapter test.  tonight i’m going to a graduation party and a basketball game, and tomorrow i’m cleaning and packing (after taking a quick quiz) and then bright and early wednesday morning, i’m headed for home!  If anyone gets bored between the hours of 7am and 6pm on wednesday feel free to give me a ring! i’ll be on the open road.

apparently i’ve been accused of posting lots of non flattering pictures of myself….. in honor of that…. and the fact that i’ve been really stressed out…. here you go….. in my life stress comes in the form of a fever blister. uhg.

It was nearing the end of my work day, i had about 5 kids left to be picked up when we went for a restroom break.  The custodian informed me that the boys bathroom was closed and the boys would have to use the girls’ room.  Not that big of a deal since i only had one boy and he’s the brother of 2 of my girls.  So while i was waiting for my last girl to come out of the restroom, I was telling Derek (the lone boy) to be sure he put the seat down when he was finished…. to which his response was, why? my sisters never put the seat up for me!!…. That maybe so, i replied, but you are using the GIRLS’ room, so you should leave it ready for the GIRLS.  This argument seemed just fine for Derek, so when his little sis trotted out, he skipped in.  A minuite or two later, Derek came out to wash his hands, I asked him if he remembered to put the seat down, and he told me, I didn’t put it up so that i wouldn’t have to remember to put it down.   He must have seen the look on my face because he immediately followed up with, Don’t worry, I’m a great aimer…… I checked, he didn’t lie.

i’m glad i’m from Illinois. Here are a few reasons

• In illinois it’s not necessary to post signs on restaurant doors saying that fire arms aren’t allowed.
• We must wear our seat belts, it is unacceptable to ride around in the back of a pick up, and you can eat out, go bowling, even hear a great band in a ( gasp) bar without having to fight smoke.
• When we say we want a coke, we get a coke, not a dr. pepper, a sprite, or a rootbeer.
• we say chuck, not chunk when refferring to throwing something…. webster’s dictionary agrees with me.  Chuck means to toss; throw with a quick motion, usually a short distance….. while Chunk according to the dictionary is.. a thick mass or lump of anything.
• when we are in the store, we push a cart, not a buggy.

unfortunately sometimes we have governors try and sell senate seats… and president elects are ducking questions about their knowledge and involvement…. shocking.

i begged and pleaded for your comments… and i got 7. SEVEN! pathetic guys, really.  anyway, i digress.

Last night, i was talking with a friend about scar stories.  I’ve always loved scar stories, and i’ve always loved having scars…. there’s something tough about them right??? Well last night when telling my scar stories i realized that i don’t have cool, tough scar stories, i have WHAT??? that’s ridiculous scar stories.  I’ll give you 3 simple examples.

1. i have a scar on my foot from a friend who went to wake me up by tapping my foot with a spoon, not realizing that said spoon was super hot, it melted my skin to it and ripped the skin off.  The wound got infected, i got blood poisoning, and according to the doctor, i nearly died.

2. i have a scar on my arm from this time that i was swimming in my pool with some friends and we were playing a game and one of my friends jumped in the pool on top of me and sliced my arm open with his toenail.  TOENAIL!

3. i have a scar across my thigh from a time that i attended CM’s coronation dance (the one where you wear the hoop dresses) I was wearing my sister’s old set of hoops, one of the hoops broke and the metal sliced my leg open.

So just to recap…. three of my scars caused by 1. a spoon 2. a toe nail 3. a dress.