Life in the country

Let me start off by saying, I hate dial up. My parents don't yet know the joy of high speed internet. I think I am slowly wearing them down. Perhaps by the next time I come to visit, they will have road runner installed.

Over the weekend, I made a crazy judgment call. I took the kidlets to KY to visit the in-laws. I only did it to keep DH happy. Don't worry, he is well aware that he owes me big time.

It was better than expected. Marie was on her best behavior, and didn't piss me off once. She was even kind enough to take Tater to the mall. Where she purchased him several new outfits for school. Clothes that she let Tater pick out. Tater is most happy because he now has what he considers cool clothes. And I am very happy that I don't have to buy quite so much for school.

The kidlets had a great time. Satan went to the barn every day to feed the calf. She also fed the cats and chickens. She wanted to feed the pigs, but the in-laws don't own pigs. She is a little farm girl in the making. Fang learned a few new words, quack and duck. He now things that all feathered friends are ducks. He will point to pigeons, chickens, blue jays, geese, etc. and say, "duck, quack quack, quack."

The kids got to go to the lake to take a ride on Uncle Patrick's boat. Which they loved. We also went to the pool to swim. I am the only one that ended up with a sun burn. Why is it that after putting sun block on 3 kids, I manage to forget to put it on myself?

We took all 6 kids to Sears for a group picture. The photographer was amazing with children. She managed to get all 6 kids looking in the same direction, they were smiling and they had their eyes open. I am anxiously waiting for these pictures.

I can't hear you.

Satan really enjoyed flying. She was fascinated with everything. She looked at everything and everyone with amazement. The only thing that bothered her was her ears. They were stopped up, and she didn't know what to do. To inform me of her problem, she held her ears and yelled, "mommy, I can't hear you!"

Goldfish crackers and a Dora book should be part of every survival bag. Every time Fang became restless, I pulled out the Goldfish crackers. Then we read Dora. Actually we pointed at Dora and sang the back pack song, or the Do Do Do Dora song. I am certain that I annoyed the hell out of the passengers around me. My singing is pitiful, and my choice of music wasn't much better. But at least Fang wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs. That would have been much worse.

Tater was super lucky. He got to sit next to two other children that were close to his age. They chatted the entire time about cartoons and things. The very chatty flight attendant thought that I was mother to all 5 children. Heh! I quickly informed her that I was not quite that crazy. The other two children were well behaved, but come on. A person would have to be out of their fucking mind to travel alone with 5 children. Who am I trying to kid? I'm out of my fucking mind for traveling alone with 3 children.

So really, how am I to judge what equals crazy?

Thank you stranger

We made it to Ohio all in one piece.

The traveling wasn't too bad, but damn the Dallas airport is huge. Stranger was sitting in front of me on the plane from Killeen to Dallas. He asked if he could help carry something. I told him it wasn't necessary, he either didn't hear me or didn't care. Because he snatched up Fang's car seat, and carried it down the steps and into the airport. At this point he hands me the car seat, and I thank him.

I'm struggling to carry a large diaper bag, Fang and the car seat. We get to the bus when Tater says, "Mom, didn't we have a stroller?" Doh! I have to turn around and head back to the gate to locate my stroller. When out of nowhere, stranger appears with my stroller. I strap Fang into the stroller and head back towards the bus that will take me to the other terminal. Sounds easy and fun, doesn't it?

Stranger was on the bus. We make small talk. He informs me that he is active duty Army on his way to Los Angeles to visit. I tell him that DH is active duty Army in Iraq, and we are on our way to OH for a visit.

I think he felt sorry for me because once our bus arrived at the terminal, he snatched up the car seat once again. I tell him we need to go to gate A-19, and that it isn't necessary for him to carry my things. He insist. So off we walked to gate A-19. Me, three loud kids and stranger. Isn't it great to know that there are kind strangers willing to lend a hand? It gives me renewed hope for the future.

In the future

I'm blogging into the future again. I think I'm so cool now that I figured that out. This provides further evidence of what a goober I really am.

I am now going to finish packing. Maybe. Wish me luck.

I miss the food, not the family.

I'm almost completely packed now. Yay for me. But I made a huge mistake. I drank way too many Cokes. Now I'm riding out a caffeine high. I need to be in bed. Sleeping. But no, I'm ready to bounce off the walls. I'm going to be very tired and grouchy. Feel sorry for the kidlets, and strangers at the air port.

I was beginning to get panicked. I couldn't find my bathing suit. I'm not in the mood to bathing suit shop. Nothing like looking at your pudgy self in a full length mirror to ruin a perfectly good vacation. I would much rather spaz about the extra weight when I get back home. Maybe this time I will stick to a diet.

There is no sense in trying to diet now. Because I am going to eat my weight in fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts (It saddens me to think that the only Krispy Kreme's that I can get here are stale gas station ones.) I also must have White Castle, Plank's, Donatos, Zamarelli's Pizza and huge quantities of my grandma's fudge. It's not my family or even OH that I miss. No, I miss the food. Lot's of wonderful, delicious, tasty food that I can not get here in central TX.

I hope my clothes still fit at the end of my vacation.

crazy pills

So instead of locating my misplaced suitcases. I am playing with my blog. If I put tomorrow's date, will the entry show up now or tomorrow?

Since I'm here, I will share this blond moment brought to you by DH.

DH hasn't been feeling well lately. Tired, ran down and achy. He went to see the doc. They aren't sure what is wrong with him, but they did give him some Celebrex for his achy joints.

DH called and our conversation went something like this.

Me- How are you feeling? Still achy?

DH- Yeah, I went back to sick hall, and they gave me celebrex. Aren't those crazy pills?

Me (rolling on floor with laughter)- No, dipshit. Those are for arthritis.

DH- I remember the commercial, and I think they are crazy pills.

Me (speaking slowly)- No, they are not crazy pills. Celebrex is for arthritis.

Me (now sarcastic) But I think you should go back to sick hall and see about getting some crazy pills.

DH (sarcastically)- Ha ha ha. You're not as funny as you look.

Me-Oh, but I am. heh

FWIW DH and I do speak to each other like this all the time. It's true love, I tell ya.

* I just checked. My entry isn't showing up. That's good to know. Because now I can blog into the future.

The wedding.

I'm still not packing. Because it just occurred to me that I forgot to blog about the wedding.

Hoochie and Tony are now married. For a few weeks in fact. I missed it. I'm still waiting on pictures. CJ was the wedding photographer. Because she is pretty good with a camera, and no one wanted to pay for a professional. Perhaps this will lead CJ on a new career path. Since she is miserable at her current job.

Anywho, the wedding was great, or so I heard. It took place at a lovely park. Where another family was having a family reunion. This part cracks me up. The other family pulled up lawn chairs and watched the wedding. All the while snapping pictures. Afterwards, they (the other family) followed into the building where the reception was. Where they also snapped pictures of the cake, the decorations etc.

All I can say is, their family must be hella boring. Or my family is so freakish and circus like that strangers feel the need to snap pics in order to prove their own normalcy. I'm betting that it was reason #2. heh

To blog

I should do this blog thing more often. I really have lots to say. But finding the time, otherwise know as pulling myself away from the forum drama is hard to do. Then there is the fact that I write something to only shut the browser with out saving. *doh* Or I type up something then delete it because it wasn't my best work. Which is really the most laughable reason considering that I have no best work.

So my mid summer resolution is to blog. But don't expect much until after the first of August. Because I'm going on vacation. Right at this very moment I should be cleaning out the fridge and packing. Instead I sit here wondering why I don't blog more often. You guess it, I am the Queen of procrastination. It's quite amazing really that I get anything accomplished.

I need hugs and deep woods off.

Damn the mosquitos! My legs are covered in mosquito bites. I want to scratch. I must not scratch. The itching is driving me insane.

Because of the increased amount of rain this year. The mosquitos are hella bad. Yesterday I mowed the grass. Since it was morning (almost lunch time) mosquitos were not on my mind. Hence the reason I did not liberally spray myself with Off. Now my poor legs are covered in mosquito bites. And I am miserably trying to not scratch them.

I'm going on vacation. Woo Hoo!

I'm doing my happy dance because I'm going on vacation. I am not looking forward to traveling by myself with 3 rambunctious kidlets. But on the bright side, I'm sure my traveling adventures will lead to many great blog entries.

Where am I going? To the The Heart of it All . I will be spending 2 fun filled weeks at my parents house. It's a little place that I like to call hell.

My mother has purchased plane tickets for us. Isn't that nice? She can be quite nice, when she isn't bitching at me. I have been told that she can't wait to see me. Um, yeah, whatever. I know the real reason she splurged on the tickets was so she could get her hands on the kidlets. I'm not going to complain, too much. I am going to complain a little. heh

I am looking forward to my vacation. A break will do me some good. I have been very grouchy lately. Yesterday, I yelled at the kidlets. Not my normal slightly raised voice yell. Nope, it was one of those loud enough for the neighbors to hear. They all think I'm crazy. So I'm sure that much gossip has ensued, and CPS has been added to their speed dials.

CJ has promised to take me out. Let me enjoy the night life once again, if only for a few hours. My mother has agreed to keep all the kidlets. She may change her mind when she sees what a mama's boy Fang is.

I also hope to make a side trip to Cincinnati to see two of my forum friends, Sandy and Katie.