We're still crazy...

True to form, things remain interesting around the Schweighardt Complex...

First of all, I wanted to give everyone a heads up that John's Grandpa Bob is in the hospital with a broken hip. He's had problems with his heart for quite a while now that have led to other health issues and, long story short, after taking his sleeping pill for the night Sunday, he got up to go to the bathroom, fell asleep and fell down. He was taken to our local hospital and then MedEvac'd to Spokane Monday morning. He's heavily medicated for the pain, so he hasn't really had a chance to come to yet, but Marlene made it safely up there to be with him and they're doing some testing and meeting with the surgeon to see how well he'll handle hip surgery today.

Before this all happened, he had been pursuing valve replacement surgery to try to remedy his ongoing heart problems and was actually supposed to be in Spokane for some final testing for that surgery this Thursday; strange how these things pan out. There's not a lot we can do for him right now, but we just ask that you all keep him in your thoughts and prayers--He's a heck of a guy.

On a less somber note, we did have a good 'ole time this weekend. The Annual Sausage Fest was this Friday and Saturday and it was a first for all the Schweighardts in attendance. Grandpa S. got some great quality time with Audrey, showing her around all the carnival games and even playing duck pond with her.

There were three separate areas split into games, food and a Bier Garden; the games were tons of fun, the food area was a jam-packed chaotic mess of people and the Bier Gardens were up two tiers of stairs and really brought out the gems in the crowd. Since there were so many people waiting in line for food, the men decided to go grab a beer while the women-folk waited in line for sausages...with lots and lots of dumb people who have no courtesy toward someone with a stroller. (can you tell I was getting irritated?) By the time we got our sausages (and no, they didn't sell beverages...or have napkins) loaded up said sausages with toppings, plowed Lil A's stroller through the crowd of idiots, enlisted some poor teenage kid to help me carry the monstrosity of a stroller up the stairs to where the men were supposedly lounging in the Bier Garden, was ID'd and given a wrist band, only to be told I could go no farther than the door because Audrey was with me (blocking everyone in line behind me)...two police officers show up and make some joking banter about being arrested for allowing minors in a "bar" (meanwhile, a ten year old has somehow found her way through security and is walking through the "bar" behind them) We get through all this--and we find out the men aren't even here--there's more than one Bier Garden! By this point, I was tired, dehydrated, hypoglycemic and perhaps more than just a little bit psychotic.

Meanwhile, John is having a really nice time hanging out with his Dad and Buddy, Seth, drinking a beer and relaxing...Enter: his half-crazed wife...on the phone, demanding he find her immediately, and eat his stupid sausage so she can go home before committing homicide. It was not pretty. And it was probably a really good thing you weren't there. Next year, I'm staying in my happy little world at the carnival while John goes to get the sausages.

We spent the rest of the weekend chilling around the house. The men have been tinkering relentlessly in the Man Cave (harr harr harr!) And even though the Seahawks lost, it was still a good Sunday.

Now I'm back to the weekday grind. The house feels empty without Grandpa here, but we're praying for a successful surgery and a speedy recovery.