Mike’s blog

I know it is a little late for an update but here it goes anyway.

On the Fifth of July I went to my first fat wedding. I know this sounds very cruel but I have no other way to explain this. My cousin just married a man that is 10 years older than her. The age thing does not bother me as long as he treats her right. Anyway, both are extremely over weight. The guy has to have a plan to get out of a chair. It is pretty sad. They love each other and that is all that matters. I tried looking on the bright side of things and thought,"hey, there has to be good food at the wedding…they are big people!" Yes I know, sad again. And did I mention I was wrong in that assumption? Try sandwiches that included a white castle sized bun and one slice of meat….and nothing else. No cheese. No mayo. No lettuce. NOTHING!! They had fruit. I love fruit!! and cake. Do you remember what the Lego dudes looked like? You could take their hair off and switch hair styles around? That is what the icing on the cake reminded me of. It could pop right off! LOL…..

That night we went to a party. Had  a PPV fight on TV. Went to a friends house that has a little girl that my boy knows. They played all night long. Never whined or cried. That gave me a nice break. Got to hang with some friends, my wife socialized, and I got drunk. I know…shame, shame….but I had a great time!

Let’s back track a day shall we? On the 4th, we went to my mothers house. Had a nice cookout. Played with the kids. Caught up a little bit. We then went outside to light fireworks. it was very humid that day so the smoke from the fireworks stayed pretty low to the ground. We had children friendly fireworks like those snaps and smoke bombs that had different colored smoke. Apparently we had irritated a yellow jacket nest while setting off these smoke bombs. I am just very thankful that my wife had taken my little girl inside to eat. The yellow jackets stung me three times, My little boy got stung five times. Three times in the ankle. I had never heard him cry like that. My moms boyfriend got it three or four times. We ran into the house and they were all on our clothes. This was a very traumatic experience. My mom sent me an email one day saying to stick a penny on a sting because the copper will pull the poison out of your skin. I guess it worked….I don’t know. I still have a nice size irritated spot on my back but my other spots are gone. That about sums it up.