We Saturday was our local electric light parade in Casa Grande. What was cited (by me) to be a joyous time started out a bit tight lipped as my lovably irritating husband can not be a team player and get his butt out the door when necessity calls for a change of plan.
We originally were going to leave the house and be at the parade by 5:30, in years pass this had worked out pretty good. However as I was driving my oldest Luke up to the drop off point for people who were going to be in the parade I realized that at 5:00 oclock and hour before the parade started it was a MAD HOUSE up town and there would be no way to find ANY where to sit if we didn't leave asap! So I rushed home to alert my hubby we were in a noodle and needed to exit the house and go stake our claim of asphalt ASAP!! Time was of the essence!
So I rush home and give my husband all the details of our dilemna, as he was snoozing comfortably on our bed. He didn't move or really comment so I again relayed my time is of the essence message. To my dismay I stood there watching as he he opened his eyes and informed me he wasn't moving and that we wouldn't be leaving any earlier than what we originally planned.
Uh, What??? There is one thing that irritates me more than anything about my husband and it is his inability to be excited about ANYTHING, and his inability to adapt to ever changing situations. UGH, so he toddles off to the shower taking his sweet time while I fly around the house trying to make time go faster until he gets his slow moving butt out of the shower. It seemed like eternity but was only actually 10 minutes or so until he emerged and with an attitude to boot.
My husband also does not like to be hurried and I am a hurrier by nature. I like to be early and settled for at least 15 minutes whereas Steve would prefer not to go and to certainly not rush if he has to go..sooo irritating.
So we finally leave after a horrible mishap with one of our camp chairs leaking rusty water all over the floor as we carried it thru the house. That chair is now laying in our side yard where it was heaved by someone who shall remain nameless (Steve).
Alas we arrive at our destination at 5:45 a full 15 minutes later than I had originally planned but we got there and found our friends and settled in for a full 10 minutes or so until the parade started. So it wasn't too bad. After all the frustration left our minds we settled in to watch the parade.
I tried to snap some candid photos and as you can see in some of them Steve was still being a pain in the butt. If anything he is consistent.


Our son Luke (shown below) marched in the parade with his JR ROTC group. He as always looked so daper in his cammies.


He looks so grown up in his cammies.
We enjoyed all the beautifully lit floats and waited patiently for the Frito Lay truck to come by and throw us all bags of Fritos and Cheetoes, It is what everyone is there for we just dont all say it. So the Frito truck drives by and to our dismay they barely throw out ANY bags of chips!! What is going on??? Last year we were shoving bag upon bag of chips in our purses and coats and this year NOTHING!! Don't they know we all came just for that???
Anywho here is a picture of Tim eating his Hot Cheetos while watching the chipless parade.

Here is a picture of some local monkeys that were in the trees before the parade started.

and here is a picture of Tim and me hamming it up for the camera...He knows how to take a picture! Steve should take notes!

Well we actually ended up enjoying ourselves and had a few friends over after the parade to our home.
I guess Steve's inability to adapt and my impatience at pretty much everything works it self out in the end and the kids were happy so thats a good weekend in my book!