Friday night, my friend, Jenn, invited me to a seafood restaurant in Irmo named Catch 22 to see her husband, Red, sing and play the guitar. So Jessica, Brittanie, and Randy went with me. We had a great time. I had never eaten there before. I had the gulf shrimp platter and there were ALOT of shrimp on that plate. I didn't count but I bet there were 2 dozen! I brought half of them home. They were delicious! As for the entertainment, I always knew Red was talented but when he sang Johnny Cash, I was amazed!! He sounded just like him. Jessica went outside to take a phone call and she heard people that were leaving say "That guy sounds just like the people he is imitating!" They are right. He is awesome. He performs there every Thursday night. So if you want good food and good entertainment, check out Catch 22 on Thursday nights. Here are some pictures I took that night. (I have pictures and a video of Red but I'm waiting to get permission from Jenn before I post them.)
Saturday, Tom installed Jessica's satellite receiver upstairs and moved our receiver into Brittanie's room. We don't watch TV in our room. I like to have it on for the light and a little bit of noise. This house creeks at night and gives me the heebie jeebies. The TV drowns out that creeking sound. So Tom set it up so that our TV will run off of Katie's tuner and we can still change channels on her receiver from our room. Well after he finished the install, he took a shower and didn't feel so hot. We thought he was getting the virus too. He went to bed at 7pm! Everything was back to normal on Sunday. Tom played Madden 09 on his PS3 then went outside with Katie to let her fly the jet Jonathan bought her for Christmas. Katie evidently had messed with the jet after we told her millions of times to leave it alone. Tom had put it charging and she removed it from the charger without us knowing. So when Tom said he would take her out to fly it because it should be fully charged, she paniced. She knew that she had removed it from the charger. So she insisted on putting it charging. Tom told her to leave it alone because it was charged. But she was like a child possessed! She HAD to get that thing charged so she wouldn't get in trouble. Well in her haste to plug in the charger, she broke the end of the wire that goes into the jet to charge it. That's when she had a meltdown! She was sobbing. Her body was shaking and everything. She was so upset that she broke her jet. Tom told her that they could go outside and use the charge that was in the jet and that would be it because she broke it. So they went outside and within a minute were back in the house. The jet was dead. She had removed the charger before it got any charge in it. So she came running back in the house sobbing again and told me that Jonathan wasn't going to like her anymore because she broke her jet and she loved him and her jet. I have to admit that I teared up seeing her so upset. I assured her Jonathan loved her and he wouldn't be mad at her and will always love her. But she was unconsolable. Tom (who was nicknamed MacGyver when we lived in Louisiana) did something and was able to do something to the wire to get it to hold a charge. So they went outside to fly it and Tom underestimated the wind speed and the jet ended up across the street in our neighbor's tree....way up high. Tom went over and asked the neighbor if he could try to get it. He tried but it is too high. So it is still in the neighbor's tree. Katie didn't cry about that. We are hoping it will come loose soon and fall, if not on the ground, at least lower in the tree so we can get it.Oh! And for the record, despite what former councilman Dowd says, most Gaston people are smart enough to push a button on a voting machine. His comment really angered me when I read it on Wach.com.
1 comment:
Who are you trying to kid? The Sightler household is never normal. If that were true, you would have nothing to blog about.
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