Or in the absence of such, are your VCRs loaded with blank tapes and the timers set for 9 p.m. Eastern time? All engagements/appointments for that time canceled?
They should be. Because....
I'm very excited. Not nearly as excited as I was in the hours before their show a little over a year ago, but still. Mr. Spectacular is going to watch it with me and probably get a kick out my perpetual happy Who grin.
I love them. Love them love them LOVE them.
Many of you have likely not heard this one. It's from their latest album, Endless Wire.
They should be. Because....
I'm very excited. Not nearly as excited as I was in the hours before their show a little over a year ago, but still. Mr. Spectacular is going to watch it with me and probably get a kick out my perpetual happy Who grin.
I love them. Love them love them LOVE them.
Many of you have likely not heard this one. It's from their latest album, Endless Wire.
Mr. Spectacular said I haven't done a spooty survey thing for a while. I checked. Eight days.
I suppose that means it's high time for one, yes?
When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?
Hmmmm, it’s been a while. I think it was when that t-ball coach’s wife started giving Kevin shit about crying during a game when he was 5: “Quit being a whiney baby, no one wants to hear you cry.” This is the same woman who, when a boy dropped a ball, asked him if he was a girl and should she go to her car and get a dress for him. I went over to her, gave her the glare of death, and said, “Be. Done. NOW. Get away from him.” I then told the coach that his wife is to never utter one more word to my kid. Ever.
Do you like your neighbor?
I dig my neighbors. One let me borrow a shovel so we could bury Sunbeam (“Hi, neighbor I’m meeting for the first time. My cat just died. Got a shovel I could use?”); the couple across the street offered to help me with landscaping since they’ve landscaped the heck out of their own place and have no room to do more; and the guy next door didn’t freak out when my dog came bounding in through his open patio door one morning and went running all over his house, chasing his teeny dog. So far I don’t dislike any of ‘em, and they haven’t tried to run me out of the neighborhood. Such a happy little neighborhood.
What’s one word that describes your last fight?
PREVAIL.
What did you do this weekend?
Kinda confused tense up there, eh? This weekend hasn’t happened yet. And I think I’ll be cleaning/organizing more, hopefully buying patio furniture and/or shutters, and if we have time, hitting the pool. Best friend Gert is coming to visit in 2.5 weeks. It’s crunch time!
How many times have you moved?
Millions - maybe billions. And with each keystroke I add to that number.
What is the last thing you touched that is not computer related?
My armpit. Hey, it was itchy. And now my fingertips smell all springy freshlike.
Would you do anything for someone else?
Anything? No. I would not pour molten glass down my throat for anyone nor would I renounce my heartdom of Pete Townshend for anyone. That said, there are a lot of people for whom I would do a lot of things. But not *anything.*
Have you ever been called a punk?
On its own? No. I have, however, been called a punk-ass motherfucker. I tried to look behind me to see what made my ass so punk, but sadly I’m not quite that flexible. As for the motherfucker part...well that’s just silly.
What is your ring tone?
That depends on who you are.
If you’re Fresh Squeezed, it’s Tom Sawyer (I couldn’t do “Take On Me” anymore...sorry Woman)
If you’re Stephanie a.k.a. Nippleodeon, it’s the theme to Seinfeld.
If you’re my coworkers C or T, it’s Baba O’Riley
If you’re my daughter, it’s Brown Eyed Girl
If you’re Mr. Spectacular, it’s something cute and mushy from The Flaming Lips
And if you’re not any of the above, it’s Kashmir
Do you have a favorite number?
I do! It’s 4. Though I’m seriously considering changing it to 6.
Are your grades good?
Whatcha gradin’?
Does your best friend have a myspace?
Steph and Connie do. Gert and Twinkle Toes don’t.
Last time you went out to lunch?
Y’know, I’m trying really hard to be frugal and not go out for sushi this afternoon. Quit enticing me.
Have you ever gotten into a physical fight with a member of the opposite sex:
LittleBeejTheAssKicker got into a few scuffles back in the day. I tended to beat up the bullies who picked on the “weaker” kids.
What did you do last night?
I was once again up to my armpits in fish-poop water. Another reminder of the lesson I learned the day before. Tonight, I tackle Tank 2, which is only 20 gallons so it won’t be so bad. When it’s back in prettiful shape I’m going to buy Sushi (the parrot cichlid living in there) some fin friends. Hooray!
If you took a drug test would you pass?
Pass it to whom?
“Duuuuuuue, take a hit off this test. It’s awwwwwesome man. Hey...got any Doritos?”
What’s your favorite movie?
The Story of ....er, um...uh...what?
There’s a list. A long long list.
Do people ever spell your name wrong?
Yes. They forget the “ee”, which causes them to then pronounce it wrong.
I grrr at them. With great fury and annoyance.
Can you sing?
I sure can. But I only torture a select few. Like my children. When we’re in public.
When was the last time you cried?
Tuesday. More on that later.
Do you know how to knit?
I know that it involves yarn and long needle-like thingies.
Gramma taught me to do a little chain, but I’ve long forgotten what she taught me.
Do you have a job?
I’ve been told I do a fantastic, spectacular, incredible, spine-tingling jo....
Oh I’m sorry, I misread that. Yes, I have a job.
Is there anything currently bothering you?
The Mug of Life is empty - which shifts the balance of The Force. And I’m wearing a bra. Wearing such a contraption is bothersome in and of itself. Like caged birds, man....the Girls wanna be freeeeeeeeeeee.
Do you play poker?
No. I’m a sucker.
(Ba-dum-bum)
Baskin Robins or Coldstone?
It’s ice cream. I’ll gladly revel in the oralgasmic deliciousness of both.
Physics or chemistry?
Y’mean like friction or pheromones?
Must I decide one or the other? Hooray for both!
Facebook or Myspace?
Yes I have both. I like both.
Do you wear any jewelry?
If it’s silver in color and attaches to the body, it can be considered jewelry, right?
If so, then...occasionally.
Does wood count too?
When do you prefer to take a shower, morning or night?
How dirty am I and what is the cause/origination of said schmutz?
Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?
Fly or road trip?
Where we goin’ and how many are coming along? Important questions to answer before making such a choice.
Disney movie?
“I will call you Squishy and you will be mine, and you will be my Squishy.”
What are your plans for tonight?
Prettifying Tank 2 (and Tank 3 if I’m feeling that motivated), and finding patio furniture. Maybe partaking in a lovely beer that Mr. Spectacular left in my fridge (I found two more that I’d forgotten about - hee!).
Annnnnnnnnnd now that it's 5:00, my work day is over! Phew!
::: wiping sweat from brow after hours of toil :::
I suppose that means it's high time for one, yes?
When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?
Hmmmm, it’s been a while. I think it was when that t-ball coach’s wife started giving Kevin shit about crying during a game when he was 5: “Quit being a whiney baby, no one wants to hear you cry.” This is the same woman who, when a boy dropped a ball, asked him if he was a girl and should she go to her car and get a dress for him. I went over to her, gave her the glare of death, and said, “Be. Done. NOW. Get away from him.” I then told the coach that his wife is to never utter one more word to my kid. Ever.
Do you like your neighbor?
I dig my neighbors. One let me borrow a shovel so we could bury Sunbeam (“Hi, neighbor I’m meeting for the first time. My cat just died. Got a shovel I could use?”); the couple across the street offered to help me with landscaping since they’ve landscaped the heck out of their own place and have no room to do more; and the guy next door didn’t freak out when my dog came bounding in through his open patio door one morning and went running all over his house, chasing his teeny dog. So far I don’t dislike any of ‘em, and they haven’t tried to run me out of the neighborhood. Such a happy little neighborhood.
What’s one word that describes your last fight?
PREVAIL.
What did you do this weekend?
Kinda confused tense up there, eh? This weekend hasn’t happened yet. And I think I’ll be cleaning/organizing more, hopefully buying patio furniture and/or shutters, and if we have time, hitting the pool. Best friend Gert is coming to visit in 2.5 weeks. It’s crunch time!
How many times have you moved?
Millions - maybe billions. And with each keystroke I add to that number.
What is the last thing you touched that is not computer related?
My armpit. Hey, it was itchy. And now my fingertips smell all springy freshlike.
Would you do anything for someone else?
Anything? No. I would not pour molten glass down my throat for anyone nor would I renounce my heartdom of Pete Townshend for anyone. That said, there are a lot of people for whom I would do a lot of things. But not *anything.*
Have you ever been called a punk?
On its own? No. I have, however, been called a punk-ass motherfucker. I tried to look behind me to see what made my ass so punk, but sadly I’m not quite that flexible. As for the motherfucker part...well that’s just silly.
What is your ring tone?
That depends on who you are.
If you’re Fresh Squeezed, it’s Tom Sawyer (I couldn’t do “Take On Me” anymore...sorry Woman)
If you’re Stephanie a.k.a. Nippleodeon, it’s the theme to Seinfeld.
If you’re my coworkers C or T, it’s Baba O’Riley
If you’re my daughter, it’s Brown Eyed Girl
If you’re Mr. Spectacular, it’s something cute and mushy from The Flaming Lips
And if you’re not any of the above, it’s Kashmir
Do you have a favorite number?
I do! It’s 4. Though I’m seriously considering changing it to 6.
Are your grades good?
Whatcha gradin’?
Does your best friend have a myspace?
Steph and Connie do. Gert and Twinkle Toes don’t.
Last time you went out to lunch?
Y’know, I’m trying really hard to be frugal and not go out for sushi this afternoon. Quit enticing me.
Have you ever gotten into a physical fight with a member of the opposite sex:
LittleBeejTheAssKicker got into a few scuffles back in the day. I tended to beat up the bullies who picked on the “weaker” kids.
What did you do last night?
I was once again up to my armpits in fish-poop water. Another reminder of the lesson I learned the day before. Tonight, I tackle Tank 2, which is only 20 gallons so it won’t be so bad. When it’s back in prettiful shape I’m going to buy Sushi (the parrot cichlid living in there) some fin friends. Hooray!
If you took a drug test would you pass?
Pass it to whom?
“Duuuuuuue, take a hit off this test. It’s awwwwwesome man. Hey...got any Doritos?”
What’s your favorite movie?
The Story of ....er, um...uh...what?
There’s a list. A long long list.
Do people ever spell your name wrong?
Yes. They forget the “ee”, which causes them to then pronounce it wrong.
I grrr at them. With great fury and annoyance.
Can you sing?
I sure can. But I only torture a select few. Like my children. When we’re in public.
When was the last time you cried?
Tuesday. More on that later.
Do you know how to knit?
I know that it involves yarn and long needle-like thingies.
Gramma taught me to do a little chain, but I’ve long forgotten what she taught me.
Do you have a job?
I’ve been told I do a fantastic, spectacular, incredible, spine-tingling jo....
Oh I’m sorry, I misread that. Yes, I have a job.
Is there anything currently bothering you?
The Mug of Life is empty - which shifts the balance of The Force. And I’m wearing a bra. Wearing such a contraption is bothersome in and of itself. Like caged birds, man....the Girls wanna be freeeeeeeeeeee.
Do you play poker?
No. I’m a sucker.
(Ba-dum-bum)
Baskin Robins or Coldstone?
It’s ice cream. I’ll gladly revel in the oralgasmic deliciousness of both.
Physics or chemistry?
Y’mean like friction or pheromones?
Must I decide one or the other? Hooray for both!
Facebook or Myspace?
Yes I have both. I like both.
Do you wear any jewelry?
If it’s silver in color and attaches to the body, it can be considered jewelry, right?
If so, then...occasionally.
Does wood count too?
When do you prefer to take a shower, morning or night?
How dirty am I and what is the cause/origination of said schmutz?
Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?
Fly or road trip?
Where we goin’ and how many are coming along? Important questions to answer before making such a choice.
Disney movie?
“I will call you Squishy and you will be mine, and you will be my Squishy.”
What are your plans for tonight?
Prettifying Tank 2 (and Tank 3 if I’m feeling that motivated), and finding patio furniture. Maybe partaking in a lovely beer that Mr. Spectacular left in my fridge (I found two more that I’d forgotten about - hee!).
Annnnnnnnnnd now that it's 5:00, my work day is over! Phew!
::: wiping sweat from brow after hours of toil :::
What? You still have time to waste after I've given you the list of blogs to the left, ICanHasCheezBurger, Failblog, and Overheard at the Office?
Allow me to remedy the situation with...
SAVAGE CHICKENS!
Yesterday's life lesson learned: neglecting one's 75-gallon fish tank too long brings the consequence of one HUGE-ASS cleaning job. I hauled 100 gallons of water last night - 50 out, 50 back in. I'm foregoing taking Tylenol for my aching arms so as to remind myself to never go too long before cleaning the tank ever ever again.
Allow me to remedy the situation with...
SAVAGE CHICKENS!
Yesterday's life lesson learned: neglecting one's 75-gallon fish tank too long brings the consequence of one HUGE-ASS cleaning job. I hauled 100 gallons of water last night - 50 out, 50 back in. I'm foregoing taking Tylenol for my aching arms so as to remind myself to never go too long before cleaning the tank ever ever again.
Bossman went to my homeland last week for business. I set him up in a sweet hotel downtown by the Chicago River and suggested some fun things to do during non-business time. He enjoyed his stay and wanted to show appreciation - yesterday he said, "I have something for your son."
It's a package of 4 enormous chocolate bars from the Hershey Store in Chicago. Totaling 2 pounds of chocolatey goodness. For my kid.
Behold the happiness:
Kev's only getting three of the bars though. I broke one out at the office and let my coworkers have at it. I'm trying very hard to avoid snatching one for myself.
It's a package of 4 enormous chocolate bars from the Hershey Store in Chicago. Totaling 2 pounds of chocolatey goodness. For my kid.
Behold the happiness:
Kev's only getting three of the bars though. I broke one out at the office and let my coworkers have at it. I'm trying very hard to avoid snatching one for myself.
Methinks someone's workplace unblocked LiveJournal, yes? Hee.
And hello again, Holiday World people! I see you're still peeking here. Hope you saw what a great time we had there last weekend! Please tell the dude at the Woodshop that I love my Beejland sign.
Sadie doesn't think I do enough surveys. She said so. She even sent me one to do. I'll need some time to work on that one though - spooty answers don't always come quickly. So in the meantime...
___________________
What time did you go to sleep last night?
12:18. Done got worn out. Woof.
The person you have feelings for shows up at your house, what do you do?
Check the important parts* for freshness and giggle with glee. Hooray for Spectacuday!
Breath and pits. What were you thinking?
What did you do over the weekend?
See previous long-arse entry about our family frolicking.
Have you ever been given an engagement ring?
Newp. I did, however, once receive a ring-shaped birthday cookie in college from Sue. Remember that? LOL
Have you ever tried to break someone up?
I categorically deny that the purpose of renting that wood chopper/mulcher was for anything other than leaves and tree limbs.
Have you done anything embarrassing lately?
Lately - does that mean within the past ten minutes, or does it span over a week or so? Either way, the answer is “embarrassing to those present, likely.” Like forcing a teenaged girl to stand in front of a concrete Santa and pose for a picture. Or smooch upon a little mohawked boy in public. Horrors!
Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex?
I don’t care what their hair color is in them or on them. Is it different in them than it is on them? Does it change color at some point?
Are you currently frustrated with a girl?
I have a teenaged daughter. What do you think?
Are you currently frustrated with a boy?
I have an eight year-old son. What do you think?
Do you miss anyone?
Not as much anymore - I got new glasses!
How is your hair right now?
Lemme ask.
Uh-oh, my guess is not good. It’s not speaking to me right now.
Do you wear makeup?
I always try to look my best
Can you play guitar hero?
Of course I can! I suck really bad at it though.
Last time you walked further than a block?
See below entry.
Name someone that made you laugh yesterday?
Miss Poppin’ Lipgloss and her story of profitable debauchery from this past weekend.
I tip my hat to you, Woman.
Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Sure they can. As long as one ex or the other is not an asshole. Then it’s a bit of a challenge. With that said, I have a couple of "challenged" exes.
Last person you held hands with and when?
El Spectacularo. Very recently.
How do you make your money?
Pole dancing.
And hello again, Holiday World people! I see you're still peeking here. Hope you saw what a great time we had there last weekend! Please tell the dude at the Woodshop that I love my Beejland sign.
Sadie doesn't think I do enough surveys. She said so. She even sent me one to do. I'll need some time to work on that one though - spooty answers don't always come quickly. So in the meantime...
___________________
What time did you go to sleep last night?
12:18. Done got worn out. Woof.
The person you have feelings for shows up at your house, what do you do?
Check the important parts* for freshness and giggle with glee. Hooray for Spectacuday!
Breath and pits. What were you thinking?
What did you do over the weekend?
See previous long-arse entry about our family frolicking.
Have you ever been given an engagement ring?
Newp. I did, however, once receive a ring-shaped birthday cookie in college from Sue. Remember that? LOL
Have you ever tried to break someone up?
I categorically deny that the purpose of renting that wood chopper/mulcher was for anything other than leaves and tree limbs.
Have you done anything embarrassing lately?
Lately - does that mean within the past ten minutes, or does it span over a week or so? Either way, the answer is “embarrassing to those present, likely.” Like forcing a teenaged girl to stand in front of a concrete Santa and pose for a picture. Or smooch upon a little mohawked boy in public. Horrors!
Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex?
I don’t care what their hair color is in them or on them. Is it different in them than it is on them? Does it change color at some point?
Are you currently frustrated with a girl?
I have a teenaged daughter. What do you think?
Are you currently frustrated with a boy?
I have an eight year-old son. What do you think?
Do you miss anyone?
Not as much anymore - I got new glasses!
How is your hair right now?
Lemme ask.
Uh-oh, my guess is not good. It’s not speaking to me right now.
Do you wear makeup?
I always try to look my best
Can you play guitar hero?
Of course I can! I suck really bad at it though.
Last time you walked further than a block?
See below entry.
Name someone that made you laugh yesterday?
Miss Poppin’ Lipgloss and her story of profitable debauchery from this past weekend.
I tip my hat to you, Woman.
Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Sure they can. As long as one ex or the other is not an asshole. Then it’s a bit of a challenge. With that said, I have a couple of "challenged" exes.
Last person you held hands with and when?
El Spectacularo. Very recently.
How do you make your money?
Pole dancing.
We have returned from the world of holidayness. And we are wiped out. At least I am. I don't remember the last time my calves hurt this much. A reminder of my need to change the sedentary lifestyle I have adopted - message received loud and clear. Unnnngh.
Friday morning we awoke to rain. Uh-oh. It cannot rain on our holiday frolicking, darnit! Checked the weather and it appeared that the rain was going to be gone by the time we got to Holiday World. Lucky for us, it did just that - yay! So off we went. Stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast.
Hit the road again and after a short while...behold the mighty water tower!
Cloudy yes, but no rain! The prior dance apparently worked!
It's kinda fun to take corny posed pictures of a teenager...y'know that "jeez will you get this over with" look? Here we have it. Along with the cheesy grin of an 8 year-old.
I didn't know that Holiday World was the first...thought it was kinda cool. Notice the little legs at the bottom and the fingers up top...Kevin giving the sign bunny ears.
According to the kids, their new favorite ride at the park is The Raven - one of their three wooden roller coasters. I think they rode it about 10 times. Out of the three, I liked that one the best because it knocked me around the least. Have I mentioned that I don't like wooden roller coasters? They beat the heck out of you! Garr!
Kevin covered his ears because he said it got too loud in the tunnels. I offered to make ear plugs out of toilet paper, but he declined.
We also hit Frightful Falls a whole bunch of times - the log ride. Figured out where the camera was and did some posing.
We spent about 4 hours in the park riding various rides, then we hit Splashin' Safari, the water park. We hit one of the lazy rivers, the bigger of the two wave pools, and the kids rode these:
Bakuli. You go down this slide on a 4-person raft and then get swirled around this toilet bowl-looking thing. Awesomeness.
And the Jungle Racer
Kev dropped his foam slide thingy before he got on, but they had a spare for him. I'm just grateful he didn't try to go after it - he'd have gone arse over elbows all the way down.
Went back to the regular park for more rides, and then the kids said they were tired and wanted to head for the hotel. Not wanting to stay for fireworks surprised me, but I guess they were just that worn out. So off we went in search of the hotel and some dinner. Found the hotel just fine, but we quickly realized the search for food would prove more challenging as a) there's just about absolutely nothing by way of restaurants near the hotel, and b) most places were closed for the 4th. So we drove about 10 miles past the hotel until we found a nice place - Garfield's in Jasper. It was like Max & Erma's but much better.
I don't think I ever mentioned it here, but my kids have made me some interesting restaurant memories. The Mother's Day after Kevin was born, Courtney choked on a mozzarella stick at Chili's. I had to do the Heimlich on her to jar it loose. Four years later, again on Mother's Day, Kevin threw up an entire chocolate milkshake at Perkins. Once in a while when I have both of them out to eat, I point at each one..."You: don't choke. And you: don't throw up."
Well.
As we were eating, Kevin made a strange noise and then a stranger face. I looked at him and said, "Dude are you choking??" He nodded his head. Courtney scooted out of the booth and I dashed out to get him, and then he went "Grrragggghhh.....nevermind, I got it." Phew! Court and I sat back down and I said to Kev, "I'm sorry that happened. It's no fun to choke on something is it. Let's slow down so that doesn't happ...."
Then Kev started making retching noises. Courtney scooted out of the booth once again and I dashed out to get him to the bathroom, holding a napkin in front of his mouth. Made it two-thirds of the way when bllllaaahhhhhhhhhhhh....up his dinner came onto the floor. And what did I see in that mass? An enormous hunk of cheese - a MOZZARELLA STICK. Well, mozzarella ball by that point. Oh and did I mention his drink was a MILKSHAKE? Kevin managed to not only combine the two biggest restaurant events we've had, but with the SAME food and drink. He felt fine and dandy after that, and with a quick clean up (while I cleaned up the mess on the floor), he said he was still hungry and wanted to finish his meal. I suggested smaller bites and a glass of water. The wait staff kept checking on our welfare and our server said to me, "You must be an emotional mess after that!" I said, "Nah. He's breathing so I'm fine." Courtney gave him a high five for outdoing the prior dining-out shenanigans so well.
We were draggin' by the time we got back to the hotel - no late night pillow fights or burping contests this time. Instant sleep. And when morning came, the kids didn't want to let go of that blissful slumber.
Did I mention the room had a king-sized bed and a queen hide-a-bed? Kevin slept with me in the king. No wait. Kevin took over the king.
Right smack in the middle. All night long.
Finally got them roused and downstairs for breakfast. They had a nice spread. I found one thing kinda funny:
Okay, Mini Moo is a little funny for half & half. But...why is there an apostrophe in the name? Mini Moo's? Is this to mean that the cow from which this stuff came is named Mini Moo? Or is this yet another case of misplaced apostrophe, which is become more and more common?
Another little funny thing: Holiday World is on Central time. That we knew. What we didn't know is that Huntingburg, Indiana, where the hotel is, is on Eastern time. Courtney and I couldn't figure out why the car clock (which I'd set to Central) and our cell phones had different times. It wasn't until we'd driven about 10 miles out, back to Holiday World, and our phones switched times, that we realized what the deal was. Dadblame time zones dividing a state.
So back to Holiday World we were for Day Two. With more corny posing!
Can you just hear her?
GirlKid: "Mom how many times are you gonna make us stand in front of stuff and take stupid pictures?"
Me: "Hmmm....372."
GirlKid: :::eyeroll:::
BoyKid: ::::series of goofy faces:::: "Take another one!"
We had another day of fun at both the regular park and the water parks, and we got some souvenirs!
Courtney chose an airbrushed t-shirt (and here we captured an actual semi-smile!)
And Kevin chose some goofy hats:
I even got one for myself! I rarely buy myself souvenirs, and this isn't really souvenirish, but I saw the shop and thought "I want one." It's going to be hung above my front door.
Courtney did something I was quite impressed with: she sang karaoke (Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne) on the big stage in front of a bunch of people! I'm proud of her - takes guts to do that. Go Courtney!
We headed home when the park closed and got in after midnight. Very tired, but very happy. A nice trip we had.
Friday morning we awoke to rain. Uh-oh. It cannot rain on our holiday frolicking, darnit! Checked the weather and it appeared that the rain was going to be gone by the time we got to Holiday World. Lucky for us, it did just that - yay! So off we went. Stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast.
Hit the road again and after a short while...behold the mighty water tower!
Cloudy yes, but no rain! The prior dance apparently worked!
It's kinda fun to take corny posed pictures of a teenager...y'know that "jeez will you get this over with" look? Here we have it. Along with the cheesy grin of an 8 year-old.
I didn't know that Holiday World was the first...thought it was kinda cool. Notice the little legs at the bottom and the fingers up top...Kevin giving the sign bunny ears.
According to the kids, their new favorite ride at the park is The Raven - one of their three wooden roller coasters. I think they rode it about 10 times. Out of the three, I liked that one the best because it knocked me around the least. Have I mentioned that I don't like wooden roller coasters? They beat the heck out of you! Garr!
Kevin covered his ears because he said it got too loud in the tunnels. I offered to make ear plugs out of toilet paper, but he declined.
We also hit Frightful Falls a whole bunch of times - the log ride. Figured out where the camera was and did some posing.
We spent about 4 hours in the park riding various rides, then we hit Splashin' Safari, the water park. We hit one of the lazy rivers, the bigger of the two wave pools, and the kids rode these:
Bakuli. You go down this slide on a 4-person raft and then get swirled around this toilet bowl-looking thing. Awesomeness.
And the Jungle Racer
Kev dropped his foam slide thingy before he got on, but they had a spare for him. I'm just grateful he didn't try to go after it - he'd have gone arse over elbows all the way down.
Went back to the regular park for more rides, and then the kids said they were tired and wanted to head for the hotel. Not wanting to stay for fireworks surprised me, but I guess they were just that worn out. So off we went in search of the hotel and some dinner. Found the hotel just fine, but we quickly realized the search for food would prove more challenging as a) there's just about absolutely nothing by way of restaurants near the hotel, and b) most places were closed for the 4th. So we drove about 10 miles past the hotel until we found a nice place - Garfield's in Jasper. It was like Max & Erma's but much better.
I don't think I ever mentioned it here, but my kids have made me some interesting restaurant memories. The Mother's Day after Kevin was born, Courtney choked on a mozzarella stick at Chili's. I had to do the Heimlich on her to jar it loose. Four years later, again on Mother's Day, Kevin threw up an entire chocolate milkshake at Perkins. Once in a while when I have both of them out to eat, I point at each one..."You: don't choke. And you: don't throw up."
Well.
As we were eating, Kevin made a strange noise and then a stranger face. I looked at him and said, "Dude are you choking??" He nodded his head. Courtney scooted out of the booth and I dashed out to get him, and then he went "Grrragggghhh.....nevermind, I got it." Phew! Court and I sat back down and I said to Kev, "I'm sorry that happened. It's no fun to choke on something is it. Let's slow down so that doesn't happ...."
Then Kev started making retching noises. Courtney scooted out of the booth once again and I dashed out to get him to the bathroom, holding a napkin in front of his mouth. Made it two-thirds of the way when bllllaaahhhhhhhhhhhh....up his dinner came onto the floor. And what did I see in that mass? An enormous hunk of cheese - a MOZZARELLA STICK. Well, mozzarella ball by that point. Oh and did I mention his drink was a MILKSHAKE? Kevin managed to not only combine the two biggest restaurant events we've had, but with the SAME food and drink. He felt fine and dandy after that, and with a quick clean up (while I cleaned up the mess on the floor), he said he was still hungry and wanted to finish his meal. I suggested smaller bites and a glass of water. The wait staff kept checking on our welfare and our server said to me, "You must be an emotional mess after that!" I said, "Nah. He's breathing so I'm fine." Courtney gave him a high five for outdoing the prior dining-out shenanigans so well.
We were draggin' by the time we got back to the hotel - no late night pillow fights or burping contests this time. Instant sleep. And when morning came, the kids didn't want to let go of that blissful slumber.
Did I mention the room had a king-sized bed and a queen hide-a-bed? Kevin slept with me in the king. No wait. Kevin took over the king.
Right smack in the middle. All night long.
Finally got them roused and downstairs for breakfast. They had a nice spread. I found one thing kinda funny:
Okay, Mini Moo is a little funny for half & half. But...why is there an apostrophe in the name? Mini Moo's? Is this to mean that the cow from which this stuff came is named Mini Moo? Or is this yet another case of misplaced apostrophe, which is become more and more common?
Another little funny thing: Holiday World is on Central time. That we knew. What we didn't know is that Huntingburg, Indiana, where the hotel is, is on Eastern time. Courtney and I couldn't figure out why the car clock (which I'd set to Central) and our cell phones had different times. It wasn't until we'd driven about 10 miles out, back to Holiday World, and our phones switched times, that we realized what the deal was. Dadblame time zones dividing a state.
So back to Holiday World we were for Day Two. With more corny posing!
Can you just hear her?
GirlKid: "Mom how many times are you gonna make us stand in front of stuff and take stupid pictures?"
Me: "Hmmm....372."
GirlKid: :::eyeroll:::
BoyKid: ::::series of goofy faces:::: "Take another one!"
We had another day of fun at both the regular park and the water parks, and we got some souvenirs!
Courtney chose an airbrushed t-shirt (and here we captured an actual semi-smile!)
And Kevin chose some goofy hats:
I even got one for myself! I rarely buy myself souvenirs, and this isn't really souvenirish, but I saw the shop and thought "I want one." It's going to be hung above my front door.
Courtney did something I was quite impressed with: she sang karaoke (Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne) on the big stage in front of a bunch of people! I'm proud of her - takes guts to do that. Go Courtney!
We headed home when the park closed and got in after midnight. Very tired, but very happy. A nice trip we had.
We're off to Holiday World! I've done the "please don't rain while we're there" dance - let's hope it worked.
Happy 4th, You People!
Happy 4th, You People!
Because she sent me this:
According to my SiteMeter, someone at Holiday World in beautiful Santa Claus, Indiana peeked at my blog this morning, the likely reason being my mention of the amusement park in yesterday's entry (Google Alerts rock). Let's see if they come back so they can see this:
Ooh. I should get a couple of those disposable under-water cameras to take to the water parks. Or wait, put the digital camera in a Ziploc bag so we can have JungleRacerCam and ZingaCam! Imagine the rockin' videos we'd get. And imagine the broken camera we'd end up with.
Speaking of getting stuff/bringing stuff, I'm wondering....when I go on a trip, I take very little. It doesn't occur to me to bring a lot of "stuff" and when I see others with stuff, sometimes I think "what a great idea!" and other times I think "who wants to lug that crap around?" Like at Wigwam Village in Cave City - I saw people sitting around the playground area in those portable chair things. Those look handy but I'd never think to buy or bring one. Or if we're going somewhere that's a few hours away - I know people who pack big coolers of snacks and drinks (complete with ice) and stacks of kid-distracting activities for such a journey. I don't do that; I don't want to haul that around, and dump the melted ice, etc. etc. Grab a bottle of water, a bag of Cheetos, a bag of M&M's and off we go. Those are just a couple of examples, but....y'know what I mean? And I don't mean to imply that I think those who do bring those things on their travels shouldn't - it's a preference thing. It's kinda like the carrying-a-purse thing...I'd rather not lug extraneous stuff. So lemme ask: what do You People bring when you go on trips?
Hello Holiday World folk! We love your amusement park and water park, and we can't wait to go there for frolicking family fun this coming weekend!
We haven't been there for three years, but the kids still remember just about everything from that trip. They both said this is their favorite ride at the amusement park (we rode it nonstop for almost an hour - the park employees didn't make us get off since it was the middle of the week and not many people were at the park):
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And they've both said this is what they want to conquer at the water park on Saturday:
We haven't been there for three years, but the kids still remember just about everything from that trip. They both said this is their favorite ride at the amusement park (we rode it nonstop for almost an hour - the park employees didn't make us get off since it was the middle of the week and not many people were at the park):
And they've both said this is what they want to conquer at the water park on Saturday:
Ooh. I should get a couple of those disposable under-water cameras to take to the water parks. Or wait, put the digital camera in a Ziploc bag so we can have JungleRacerCam and ZingaCam! Imagine the rockin' videos we'd get. And imagine the broken camera we'd end up with.
Speaking of getting stuff/bringing stuff, I'm wondering....when I go on a trip, I take very little. It doesn't occur to me to bring a lot of "stuff" and when I see others with stuff, sometimes I think "what a great idea!" and other times I think "who wants to lug that crap around?" Like at Wigwam Village in Cave City - I saw people sitting around the playground area in those portable chair things. Those look handy but I'd never think to buy or bring one. Or if we're going somewhere that's a few hours away - I know people who pack big coolers of snacks and drinks (complete with ice) and stacks of kid-distracting activities for such a journey. I don't do that; I don't want to haul that around, and dump the melted ice, etc. etc. Grab a bottle of water, a bag of Cheetos, a bag of M&M's and off we go. Those are just a couple of examples, but....y'know what I mean? And I don't mean to imply that I think those who do bring those things on their travels shouldn't - it's a preference thing. It's kinda like the carrying-a-purse thing...I'd rather not lug extraneous stuff. So lemme ask: what do You People bring when you go on trips?
This coming weekend is Mini-Vacation Part Zwei: Holiday World and Splashin' Safari. This time Courtney's coming with us - hooray! We've been talking about it for weeks. One would think all that talk would remind me to to make a reservation at a hotel, right?
Guess what I forgot to do?
And being July 4th weekend, it's not exactly a piece of cake getting a room close to the park; in fact, it's impossible. I was hoping to stay at Santa's Lodge, the really nice place down the street from the park. Ha. All full. As are all hotels within a 10 mile radius. The only hotels with open rooms were as far as 30 miles away. Pfft - Holiday World is only 70 miles from our house, so driving another 30 miles to spend a hundred bucks on a hotel room would be pointless.
I almost resigned to going to the park Friday, then coming home Friday night and going back on Saturday. Not terrible since we're not that far away, but it that would kind of take the "vacation" aspect out of the whole thing. But then....I found a room! It's about 10 miles from the park and has a hot tub inside the room. Squee! I'm squeeing on behalf of the kids of course. I did call that one earlier this morning directly, and the desk dude told me they're full for Friday night. So on a whim, I called the toll free number and got a room. Take that, desk dude!
How great is it to have a week off, one full week, and then a short week followed by a three-day holiday weekend. I heart weekends - but they're too short. I continue to make lofty goals for these all-too-short weekends: inside the house tasks, outside the house tasks, errands, projects, blah blah. On Thursday, it's not only possible to get the 17 things on my weekend to-do list done, but pre-weekend determination (and wishful thinking) makes it entirely plausible. Then Saturday morning hits. All that determination and household work ethic starts deflating like a pin-holed balloon. Get in the car and go to Home Depo for more rock and border for the front lawn? And then put in said rock and border? Pfft, I don't think so. Organize that entire closet by noon? Eh, later. And so it goes with most everything on the Big List until it's 4:30 on Sunday afternoon and instead of knocking out all those chores and tasks, the weekend consisted of trips to the movies, a new Chinese restaurant, the pool, and general lounging and playing with the kiddo(s).
Thinking back, my mom nearly always got everything on her lists done, but that left little, if any, time to hang out with us kids. And while I admittedly need to work on getting chores done, I'm okay with lettingmost some of them stay on the back burner so I can go on a dirt date* with my son or a late-night ear-X-tacy run with my daughter.
*A dirt date is when he and I go out the the massive dirt piles they've created in the field behind us (in preparation to build houses there) and climb/run on them, declaring ourselves king and queen of all we survey. All hail King and Queen Dirt Hill!
Guess what I forgot to do?
And being July 4th weekend, it's not exactly a piece of cake getting a room close to the park; in fact, it's impossible. I was hoping to stay at Santa's Lodge, the really nice place down the street from the park. Ha. All full. As are all hotels within a 10 mile radius. The only hotels with open rooms were as far as 30 miles away. Pfft - Holiday World is only 70 miles from our house, so driving another 30 miles to spend a hundred bucks on a hotel room would be pointless.
I almost resigned to going to the park Friday, then coming home Friday night and going back on Saturday. Not terrible since we're not that far away, but it that would kind of take the "vacation" aspect out of the whole thing. But then....I found a room! It's about 10 miles from the park and has a hot tub inside the room. Squee! I'm squeeing on behalf of the kids of course. I did call that one earlier this morning directly, and the desk dude told me they're full for Friday night. So on a whim, I called the toll free number and got a room. Take that, desk dude!
How great is it to have a week off, one full week, and then a short week followed by a three-day holiday weekend. I heart weekends - but they're too short. I continue to make lofty goals for these all-too-short weekends: inside the house tasks, outside the house tasks, errands, projects, blah blah. On Thursday, it's not only possible to get the 17 things on my weekend to-do list done, but pre-weekend determination (and wishful thinking) makes it entirely plausible. Then Saturday morning hits. All that determination and household work ethic starts deflating like a pin-holed balloon. Get in the car and go to Home Depo for more rock and border for the front lawn? And then put in said rock and border? Pfft, I don't think so. Organize that entire closet by noon? Eh, later. And so it goes with most everything on the Big List until it's 4:30 on Sunday afternoon and instead of knocking out all those chores and tasks, the weekend consisted of trips to the movies, a new Chinese restaurant, the pool, and general lounging and playing with the kiddo(s).
Thinking back, my mom nearly always got everything on her lists done, but that left little, if any, time to hang out with us kids. And while I admittedly need to work on getting chores done, I'm okay with letting
*A dirt date is when he and I go out the the massive dirt piles they've created in the field behind us (in preparation to build houses there) and climb/run on them, declaring ourselves king and queen of all we survey. All hail King and Queen Dirt Hill!
For a good cause.
Curse you for all these blogs and websites that are capturing my attention and making me laugh to near-incontinence and keeping me from performing the important tasks for the day like vacuuming and laundry and kitchen cleaning.
Hey. Wait.
Bless you, Internetz! For the reasons mentioned above.
Facebook has this blogging network thing - I've come across some new reading material there. Like FAIL Blog. Akin to my beloved ICanHasCheezburger .
Samples:
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see more pwn and owned pictures
And this.
Upon recommendation of Mr. Spectacular and my need to do something fun with Kevin today, we're going to see Wall-E after Kev finishes cleaning the playroom, a task he is vehemently protesting. I feel his pain. But it's gotta be done; when there's no space to actually play in a room with "play" in its name due to junk strewn everywhere, it's time for cleaning. He keeps bringing me things from in there..."Hey look, it's the #8 candle from my birthday cake back in April!" "Hey look here's the game I've been looking for since March!" "Hey look I have no idea what this is but I like it and am keeping it!"
My goal is to have the kitchen and my bedroom clean by Sunday night. Notice I said "goal" and not "I swear on all I hold dear that these tasks will be completed." It's good to have goals, but it's also good to remember that not all goals are attainable.
My dear son has just pointed out to me that I should be working on my kitchen goal. So off I go.
Hey. Wait.
Bless you, Internetz! For the reasons mentioned above.
Facebook has this blogging network thing - I've come across some new reading material there. Like FAIL Blog. Akin to my beloved ICanHasCheezburger .
Samples:
see more pwn and owned pictures
see more pwn and owned pictures
And this.
Upon recommendation of Mr. Spectacular and my need to do something fun with Kevin today, we're going to see Wall-E after Kev finishes cleaning the playroom, a task he is vehemently protesting. I feel his pain. But it's gotta be done; when there's no space to actually play in a room with "play" in its name due to junk strewn everywhere, it's time for cleaning. He keeps bringing me things from in there..."Hey look, it's the #8 candle from my birthday cake back in April!" "Hey look here's the game I've been looking for since March!" "Hey look I have no idea what this is but I like it and am keeping it!"
My goal is to have the kitchen and my bedroom clean by Sunday night. Notice I said "goal" and not "I swear on all I hold dear that these tasks will be completed." It's good to have goals, but it's also good to remember that not all goals are attainable.
My dear son has just pointed out to me that I should be working on my kitchen goal. So off I go.
Fridays are for spooty answers!
What is the brand of underwear you’re wearing?
Meijer. And the people visiting the art gallery across the street are not all that happy about being an audience to my checking for the brand.
Do you straighten your hair?
Yeah, and that’s funny. Until I was about 30 I had pin-straight hair. Mom would curl it when I was little, and after she took the curlers out, you could actually see the curls “melting” out of my hair. I tried and tried to have curly hair - with the iron, with perms, etc. Then I popped out a kid. And since then, my hair has gotten all these curls and waves and stuff. So what do I do? Break out the straightener.
Are we ever happy with what we’ve got?
What brand of shampoo do you use?
Suave. It’s cheap.
Do you use lip gloss?
(That one’s just for you, Katie Woman)
Do you wear black or colors more?
I wear what ever is clean. Or cleanish.
Are you in a serious relationship?
There’s a lot of giggling and laughing and smiling and goofing and teasing in our relationship. Serious giggling and laughing and smiling and goofing and teasing.
Is your bra padded?
It’s “molded.” Makes The Girls look a little rounder and protects them from pokes by stray ballpoint pens. Does not make them moldy.
Are you wearing diamonds?
Nope. Not when there are so many other options.
Do you have perfume on?
Kinda. It’s this blue oil stuff from Aveda. It gives me good-smelling wrists.
What color is your computer?
Black. It matches my monitor, transcriber, phone, desktop, chair, and garbage can.
I should paint it periwinkle.
What does your mousepad have on it?
Pen marks and schmutz.
What different colored flip flops do you have?
I do not flip, nor do I flop. I do, however, Birkenstock.
That was almost poetic.
Have you ever been a cheerleader?
I was a waveleader. No jumping necessary - which makes holding your beer easier.
Do you make hearts over your i's?
Is there some sort of alt code that does this?
Are you wearing eyeliner?
Newp. I ran out of eyeliner the last time I Mimified myself.
When was the last time you had your hair done professionally?
Y’mean like a hair cut? February.
Might be time to go in for some real perfeshunul stylin'.
Do you get manicures often?
If often means once in 1999 and again in 2004, then....
How many boys do you have buying you things?
One buys me the occasional matinee movie ticket. But I have to drive him there because he’s only 8. And I have to pay for the popcorn, candy, and pop. And the games in the game room. Come to think of it, I also give him the money he uses to buy me the ticket.
One buys me beer and....things.
Oh wait, those things aren’t technically mine.
Do you pump your own gas?
For now. Eventually it will become the job of The Boy, who will wash the windows and check the oil.
Do you put up your pinkie when drinking out of a glass?
Why yes. Professor Patrick says, “When in doubt, pinky out!”
How many times have you gone out for a meal this week?
Getting something and bringing it home because one is too bloody lazy to a) cook or b) do dishes doesn’t count, right? In that case, once. For sushi. Mmmmmmbait.
Are you afraid of mice or spiders or both?
Only if they’re heavily armed.
Or have really bad gas.
Does someone have to walk you to your car in the dark?
Well since I can’t do that certain somethin’-somethin’ on the throne at that place, I guess the car will have to do. I’d imagine it’d be more like a run, however.
Do you chew gum all the time?
My name is not Violet Beauregarde.
Do you prefer thongs, boyshorts or underwear?
I floss my teeth, not my butt. Underwear. Wait, aren’t boyshorts considered underwear?
When was the last time you ate a doughnut?
Weeks ago. The last time I spent the night at StephLand probably.
I miss this guy.
Are you addicted to iced beverages?
No. I am addicted to protein shakes.
Do you carry a purse?
Sometimes, and when I do, I do so begrudgingly. I hate carrying a purse or bag or backpack. Gimme pants with pockets for my keys and my card carrying thing (okay, so it’s the tag holder for a suitcase - still serves my purpose) and I’m happy. My mother is aghast at the idea of me not carrying a purse.
Mom: “What do you do with your hair brush??”
Me: “I don’t carry one.”
Mom: “Well what if you need to brush your hair??”
Me: “Then I’ll use your hairbrush as I know you carry one in your purse.”
Mom: “Bloody twit.”
Does your cell phone have rhinestones on it?
My phone has no added bling.
My phone is bling all on its own.
Do you use LOL, TTYL or any other silly abbreviations when you text?
I LOL (though I shouldn’t since I’m a supporter of No More LOL.
As for the rest - newp. I text in complete sentences. And I don’t use T9. I do not heart T9. Not at all.
Do you write in print or cursive?
Cursive can be a challenge sometimes.
What girl can you relate to in the movie Mean Girls?
I never saw Mean Girls. But I don’t think I was ever a mean girl. My childhood neighbor, however, told me that I was a bully. I don’t remember being a bully. I remember being the one who kicked the asses of bullies who picked on other kids. So I dunno - I don’t think I was a bully. Right? I said, RIGHT?!! Don’t make me thump you. Gimme your lunch money.
Do you ever doodle your name with your crush's last name?
Like...Beejtacular? No. And he is not a crush. He is a sweet baboo. (Oops, I’m not supposed to disclose his sweetness. Pretend I said nothing)
Would you ever buy clothes at Wal-Mart?
I try very hard to not buy anything at the Wal-Mart. However, sometimes I am coerced to go there.
Can you poop in a public bathroom?
I do not understand this problem - this inability to publicly poop (well, not totally public - not like you’re on stage or something). I know the problem exists and acknowledge it, but I don’t get it at all.
Do you have or want any tattoos?
Don’t have any. Maybe one day I’ll have a rope tattoo. Or something related. A Sharpie one for starters.
Do you tend to have a "Flavor of the Month" or serious relationships?
Flavor of the month is for ice cream. And beer.
Describe your favorite shoes?
I might have done that here a time or two before.
Viva la happy feetwear!
What brand of make-up do you use?
This stuff. Angi the Boobadeer recommended it.
Do you drink water from the tap or just bottled water?
Tap, bottle, fridge. As long as it doesn’t have that overpowering chemical smell.
Would you step on a roach with your bare foot?
I avoid the roly polies who have invaded my bathroom and share the space with them, stepping carefully so as not to squish them. Roaches though...hmmm. That’s another matter.
Could you do the stunts on Fear Factor?
I don’t watch Fear Factor. I don’t know what they do and I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me. I’ll likely hurl and nobody wants that.
When is the last time you had a latte?
Uh, um, lessee. Probably the morning the coffee shop downstairs had its “last day in business” extravaganza. They spiked the lattes with Baileys. A lot of Baileys. That was a fun day.
Is there anything hanging from the rear view mirror in your car?
A whole bunch of monthly parking passes. I need something more snazzy. Like fuzzy dice. Or one of those pine tree-shaped air fresheners. Or a clover cla....er, thingy.
What is your favorite saying?
Yes, sir. Wait, that’s not mine.
I have too many favorite sayings to list. Too many to try to make a partial list. Though one The Boy announced a while back was pretty darn good (preface: he warned me to not make him laugh because he was gassy, which meant I was then obligated to get a giggle out of him by saying something funny):
“Mom? My toot....is taking place.”
Did you ever want to be Cher in the movie Clueless?
I wanna be THE Cher. ‘70s Cher. So I can over-lick my lips and swing my long-ass hair all over the place.
And then I wanna be modern-day Cher and verbally bitch slap paparazzi (I absolutely love this):
What is the brand of underwear you’re wearing?
Meijer. And the people visiting the art gallery across the street are not all that happy about being an audience to my checking for the brand.
Do you straighten your hair?
Yeah, and that’s funny. Until I was about 30 I had pin-straight hair. Mom would curl it when I was little, and after she took the curlers out, you could actually see the curls “melting” out of my hair. I tried and tried to have curly hair - with the iron, with perms, etc. Then I popped out a kid. And since then, my hair has gotten all these curls and waves and stuff. So what do I do? Break out the straightener.
Are we ever happy with what we’ve got?
What brand of shampoo do you use?
Suave. It’s cheap.
Do you use lip gloss?
(That one’s just for you, Katie Woman)
Do you wear black or colors more?
I wear what ever is clean. Or cleanish.
Are you in a serious relationship?
There’s a lot of giggling and laughing and smiling and goofing and teasing in our relationship. Serious giggling and laughing and smiling and goofing and teasing.
Is your bra padded?
It’s “molded.” Makes The Girls look a little rounder and protects them from pokes by stray ballpoint pens. Does not make them moldy.
Are you wearing diamonds?
Nope. Not when there are so many other options.
Do you have perfume on?
Kinda. It’s this blue oil stuff from Aveda. It gives me good-smelling wrists.
What color is your computer?
Black. It matches my monitor, transcriber, phone, desktop, chair, and garbage can.
I should paint it periwinkle.
What does your mousepad have on it?
Pen marks and schmutz.
What different colored flip flops do you have?
I do not flip, nor do I flop. I do, however, Birkenstock.
That was almost poetic.
Have you ever been a cheerleader?
I was a waveleader. No jumping necessary - which makes holding your beer easier.
Do you make hearts over your i's?
Is there some sort of alt code that does this?
Are you wearing eyeliner?
Newp. I ran out of eyeliner the last time I Mimified myself.
When was the last time you had your hair done professionally?
Y’mean like a hair cut? February.
Might be time to go in for some real perfeshunul stylin'.
Do you get manicures often?
If often means once in 1999 and again in 2004, then....
How many boys do you have buying you things?
One buys me the occasional matinee movie ticket. But I have to drive him there because he’s only 8. And I have to pay for the popcorn, candy, and pop. And the games in the game room. Come to think of it, I also give him the money he uses to buy me the ticket.
One buys me beer and....things.
Oh wait, those things aren’t technically mine.
Do you pump your own gas?
For now. Eventually it will become the job of The Boy, who will wash the windows and check the oil.
Do you put up your pinkie when drinking out of a glass?
Why yes. Professor Patrick says, “When in doubt, pinky out!”
How many times have you gone out for a meal this week?
Getting something and bringing it home because one is too bloody lazy to a) cook or b) do dishes doesn’t count, right? In that case, once. For sushi. Mmmmmmbait.
Are you afraid of mice or spiders or both?
Only if they’re heavily armed.
Or have really bad gas.
Does someone have to walk you to your car in the dark?
Well since I can’t do that certain somethin’-somethin’ on the throne at that place, I guess the car will have to do. I’d imagine it’d be more like a run, however.
Do you chew gum all the time?
My name is not Violet Beauregarde.
Do you prefer thongs, boyshorts or underwear?
I floss my teeth, not my butt. Underwear. Wait, aren’t boyshorts considered underwear?
When was the last time you ate a doughnut?
Weeks ago. The last time I spent the night at StephLand probably.
I miss this guy.
Are you addicted to iced beverages?
No. I am addicted to protein shakes.
Do you carry a purse?
Sometimes, and when I do, I do so begrudgingly. I hate carrying a purse or bag or backpack. Gimme pants with pockets for my keys and my card carrying thing (okay, so it’s the tag holder for a suitcase - still serves my purpose) and I’m happy. My mother is aghast at the idea of me not carrying a purse.
Mom: “What do you do with your hair brush??”
Me: “I don’t carry one.”
Mom: “Well what if you need to brush your hair??”
Me: “Then I’ll use your hairbrush as I know you carry one in your purse.”
Mom: “Bloody twit.”
Does your cell phone have rhinestones on it?
My phone has no added bling.
My phone is bling all on its own.
Do you use LOL, TTYL or any other silly abbreviations when you text?
I LOL (though I shouldn’t since I’m a supporter of No More LOL.
As for the rest - newp. I text in complete sentences. And I don’t use T9. I do not heart T9. Not at all.
Do you write in print or cursive?
Cursive can be a challenge sometimes.
What girl can you relate to in the movie Mean Girls?
I never saw Mean Girls. But I don’t think I was ever a mean girl. My childhood neighbor, however, told me that I was a bully. I don’t remember being a bully. I remember being the one who kicked the asses of bullies who picked on other kids. So I dunno - I don’t think I was a bully. Right? I said, RIGHT?!! Don’t make me thump you. Gimme your lunch money.
Do you ever doodle your name with your crush's last name?
Like...Beejtacular? No. And he is not a crush. He is a sweet baboo. (Oops, I’m not supposed to disclose his sweetness. Pretend I said nothing)
Would you ever buy clothes at Wal-Mart?
I try very hard to not buy anything at the Wal-Mart. However, sometimes I am coerced to go there.
Can you poop in a public bathroom?
I do not understand this problem - this inability to publicly poop (well, not totally public - not like you’re on stage or something). I know the problem exists and acknowledge it, but I don’t get it at all.
Do you have or want any tattoos?
Don’t have any. Maybe one day I’ll have a rope tattoo. Or something related. A Sharpie one for starters.
Do you tend to have a "Flavor of the Month" or serious relationships?
Flavor of the month is for ice cream. And beer.
Describe your favorite shoes?
I might have done that here a time or two before.
Viva la happy feetwear!
What brand of make-up do you use?
This stuff. Angi the Boobadeer recommended it.
Do you drink water from the tap or just bottled water?
Tap, bottle, fridge. As long as it doesn’t have that overpowering chemical smell.
Would you step on a roach with your bare foot?
I avoid the roly polies who have invaded my bathroom and share the space with them, stepping carefully so as not to squish them. Roaches though...hmmm. That’s another matter.
Could you do the stunts on Fear Factor?
I don’t watch Fear Factor. I don’t know what they do and I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me. I’ll likely hurl and nobody wants that.
When is the last time you had a latte?
Uh, um, lessee. Probably the morning the coffee shop downstairs had its “last day in business” extravaganza. They spiked the lattes with Baileys. A lot of Baileys. That was a fun day.
Is there anything hanging from the rear view mirror in your car?
A whole bunch of monthly parking passes. I need something more snazzy. Like fuzzy dice. Or one of those pine tree-shaped air fresheners. Or a clover cla....er, thingy.
What is your favorite saying?
Yes, sir. Wait, that’s not mine.
I have too many favorite sayings to list. Too many to try to make a partial list. Though one The Boy announced a while back was pretty darn good (preface: he warned me to not make him laugh because he was gassy, which meant I was then obligated to get a giggle out of him by saying something funny):
“Mom? My toot....is taking place.”
Did you ever want to be Cher in the movie Clueless?
I wanna be THE Cher. ‘70s Cher. So I can over-lick my lips and swing my long-ass hair all over the place.
And then I wanna be modern-day Cher and verbally bitch slap paparazzi (I absolutely love this):
Kev: Mom, can I go to J’s and C’s house?
Me: Let’s call them first to see if they’re available.
::: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring :::
Me: No one's answering. That means they’re not home. Sorry beb.
Kev: They’re home, they just couldn’t get to the phone in time to answer.
Me: Dude, I let it ring ten times.
Kev: They only pick up after the 11th ring!
Me: Okay look, they’re not home. Accept and move on.
Kev: Mom, you’ve gotta have hope that they’re home. You're just not HOPING!
Mom: What I’m hoping for is that you’ll quit yer yappin’.
Kev: You’d better be careful, or the Carnia will happen.
Me: Wha?
Kev: The carnia! Y'know, when you do something good, then something good happens to you, and when you do something bad, something bad happens to you. Carnia! It gets you every time. And if you don't hope enough, it'll get you.
_______________________
Due to the conversation above, I am now sitting and hoping my head off that the Carnia doesn’t get me.
Me: Let’s call them first to see if they’re available.
::: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring :::Me: No one's answering. That means they’re not home. Sorry beb.
Kev: They’re home, they just couldn’t get to the phone in time to answer.
Me: Dude, I let it ring ten times.
Kev: They only pick up after the 11th ring!
Me: Okay look, they’re not home. Accept and move on.
Kev: Mom, you’ve gotta have hope that they’re home. You're just not HOPING!
Mom: What I’m hoping for is that you’ll quit yer yappin’.
Kev: You’d better be careful, or the Carnia will happen.
Me: Wha?
Kev: The carnia! Y'know, when you do something good, then something good happens to you, and when you do something bad, something bad happens to you. Carnia! It gets you every time. And if you don't hope enough, it'll get you.
_______________________
Due to the conversation above, I am now sitting and hoping my head off that the Carnia doesn’t get me.
Okay, trip scoop.
We headed out Tuesday morning for Cave City, Kentucky - home of Mammoth Cave, other lesser-known yet equally impressive caves (it's not about size, y'know), and several dozen tourist traps. Our firsttrap stop was Dinosaur World. Kevin loved it. I thought it was kinda lame. Most of the dinosaurs didn't look very realistic - blue spray paint on their heads, either no detail or too "perfect" of detail, etc. I think Dinosphere at Indy Children's Museum has spoiled me. But again, Kevin loved it so all was well.
My kid is greased lightening on that thing - kicked my butt every time we rode it, which over the course of two days totaled seven times.
After the slides, we drove into Mammoth Park for sightseeing and, if we came across a lake or river, fishing. We didn't get to fish, but we did get to see how unafraid the deer of Mammoth are of cars. This mama was about 5-6 feet from us, with her baby close by.
Then it was time to head back to the Wigwam. By the time we got there, it was nearly dark - kids were all over the playground area. We hung out there for a couple hours and Kevin made instant playground friends. Remember doing that on vacation as a kid? I love that.
I convinced Kev to finally come in around 10:30. He was tired but refusing to give into it, choosing instead to bounce all over the place. I got him to lie down with me and turned on the TV.
Then he said, "I don't like French Brillo."
"Huh?"
"French Brillo. I don't like that one."
"What are you talking about?"
"That on TV!"
"Dude. That's the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Bwa ha ha ha!"
"Oh. Well, I don't like it."
So of course, you know what I had to respond with. "Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down..."
"Mommmmm!"
Bugging my kids will never stop being fun.
So, on to Wednesday morning - Cave Day! We got up early, checked out of the Wigwam, and headed to Onyx Cave. That one is really small but the tour is great. There were five of us who went in with the guide - that was nice. The guy who took us into the cave grew up in the caves and is studying speleology in college, and he hit heavy on the environmental and scientific aspects of caves - we dug it.
After our tour of Onyx Cave and the obligatory gift shop purchases there, we were off to Mammoth Cave Park!
We did the Frozen Niagara tour which isn't very long - little over an hour. Had to reserve our spots a few days in advance which was a surprise to me; last time I was there I just picked a tour, bought a ticket on the spot and went. Since this trip was Kevin's first experience with cave stuff, I didn't want to sign us up for a 4-hour one. It was a good tour; much bigger than the other one - about 25 people - and of course, being Mammoth, there was more to see. Kevin bought a hard hat with a light on the front at Onyx and he wore it to Mammoth. Oh, and he chose a special glow-in-the-dark shirt because he knew they'd shut the lights off in the cave at some point in the tour.
Inside Mammoth - that's cave bacon. Neat, eh?
After Mammoth, it was on to Big Mike's Rock and Gift Shop! Aside from the rocks and gifts, they have a "mystery house" that kinda sucks at first, but then they have these rooms that are all slanted so if you stand up "straight," you'll fall over, so you have to lean, and it makes you dizzy and it's pretty cool. So we did the mystery house and then hit the rocks. Lookit these things!
See how big that dark blue one is compared to my shoe? Kevin said, "Wow, that's as big as Mom's butt!" Thanks, boy. Kev chose one of the light blue ones to bring home - a much smaller one than those pictured. Anyone have any idea what kind of rock it is??
After Big Mike's, we went back to KY Action Park for more Alpine Slide fun. We'd planned to go horseback riding but no horses were available until after 6, and we had to leave for MomLand. So we said our goodbyes to Cave City and hit the road. Got to MomLand late, where Kev had a bath (because you must have a bath before you go to bed at MomLand if you're a kid) and hit the sack.
Thursday morning we had a good ol' visit with Libby (a.k.a. SuperPooperPuppy). I mean Josie. Josie is her name now. She was *so* excited to see us, and we were excited to see her too. She looks great and is very happy. Hooray!
That afternoon we went to Southland Pool in Lexington with my niece A. Haven't been to that pool in years.
And then later that night we hit the county fair. Wheeeeeedoggies! Did the rides, the funnel cakes, the suck-your-money-out-of-your-pocket rigged games, and had some giggles in the fun house.
Kev drove a bumper car by himself for the first time - he's finally tall enough. I went with him once and then decided to let him be free and crash into other people all on his own.
Friday was going to be spent on the river with my sister R in her boat, but it started raining so we made a quick change of plans.
Dig our fancy bowling shoes! We bowled with Calvinball Rules. That was fun. Kevin beat us.
Friday evening we hung out at MomLand - made some popcorn and sat on Mom's deck. Kevin started talking to Mom about how he wants me to put up a privacy fence at home so he can go outside naked. Yep, he's still a nudist. I said, "Y'know Kev, now's your chance. Gramma's on 300 acres so she doesn't have any neighbors." Kevin agreed. He ran over to the side of the deck, stripped down, and took off for nekkid frolicking in the fields.
(Photo slightly altered. No showin' the bootie on the internetz).
He went bounding down the hill - arms waving, legs kicking, rolling in the grass - it was a hoot. Mom, not much of a nekkidness fan, grumbled, "He's gonna get chiggers and ticks." I was sure to do a thorough tick check and send him to the bathtub after his romp.
Saturday was low key - being lazy at Mom's, then packing up and getting ready to head home. Mom loaded me up with things she's wanting to get rid of like a big wicker picnic basket and a big carry-around cooler thing. They're both pretty cool and we'll get good use out of them.
Saturday night we came home. The end of vacation.
But July 4th weekend...Holiday World here we come!
We headed out Tuesday morning for Cave City, Kentucky - home of Mammoth Cave, other lesser-known yet equally impressive caves (it's not about size, y'know), and several dozen tourist traps. Our first
He got to do a "fossil dig" and really liked his new-found treasures. 
There was one thing that made me snort - a series of drawings entitled "Theories of Extinction" included this one: 
After our jaunt with the dinos, we went to the Wigwam Village to claim our concrete cone. 
Hung out there for a few minutes. 
Then we went back down Mammoth Cave Road to KY Action Park for the Alpine slide, a gocart ride, and one of those "old fashioned" photos where they dress you up on Old West gear and take pictures. Did you know when you take an already fluffy person, put her in a "southern belle" style dress, and make her sit down, she transforms into someone closely resembling Jabba the Hut?
"Bring me Solo and the Wookie." 
The chair-lift to the top of the Alpine slide was nice - albeit a little unnerving. I'm not afraid of heights at all, and I've been on many o'chair lift at ski resorts, but never with my small-enough-to-slip-through-the-safety-bclutching of his shoulders around-the-shoulder hug surprised me. And it annoyed him.
"Mommmm, you can let go. I'm not going to fall out."
"Uh, yeah. I'll let go when you quit trying to touch the leaves on the trees down there with your feet. That's how you slip off the chair and impale yourself on a tree, dorkhead."
::: child rolls eyes, but complies so mom will release shoulder grip :::
So we got to the top of the hill/mountain/elevated mound of earth, each grabbed a sled that has wheels on the bottom, and headed to the slide.
Behold SlideCam!
My kid is greased lightening on that thing - kicked my butt every time we rode it, which over the course of two days totaled seven times.
After the slides, we drove into Mammoth Park for sightseeing and, if we came across a lake or river, fishing. We didn't get to fish, but we did get to see how unafraid the deer of Mammoth are of cars. This mama was about 5-6 feet from us, with her baby close by.
Then it was time to head back to the Wigwam. By the time we got there, it was nearly dark - kids were all over the playground area. We hung out there for a couple hours and Kevin made instant playground friends. Remember doing that on vacation as a kid? I love that.
I convinced Kev to finally come in around 10:30. He was tired but refusing to give into it, choosing instead to bounce all over the place. I got him to lie down with me and turned on the TV.
Then he said, "I don't like French Brillo."
"Huh?"
"French Brillo. I don't like that one."
"What are you talking about?"
"That on TV!"
"Dude. That's the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Bwa ha ha ha!"
"Oh. Well, I don't like it."
So of course, you know what I had to respond with. "Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down..."
"Mommmmm!"
Bugging my kids will never stop being fun.
So, on to Wednesday morning - Cave Day! We got up early, checked out of the Wigwam, and headed to Onyx Cave. That one is really small but the tour is great. There were five of us who went in with the guide - that was nice. The guy who took us into the cave grew up in the caves and is studying speleology in college, and he hit heavy on the environmental and scientific aspects of caves - we dug it.
After our tour of Onyx Cave and the obligatory gift shop purchases there, we were off to Mammoth Cave Park!
We did the Frozen Niagara tour which isn't very long - little over an hour. Had to reserve our spots a few days in advance which was a surprise to me; last time I was there I just picked a tour, bought a ticket on the spot and went. Since this trip was Kevin's first experience with cave stuff, I didn't want to sign us up for a 4-hour one. It was a good tour; much bigger than the other one - about 25 people - and of course, being Mammoth, there was more to see. Kevin bought a hard hat with a light on the front at Onyx and he wore it to Mammoth. Oh, and he chose a special glow-in-the-dark shirt because he knew they'd shut the lights off in the cave at some point in the tour.
Inside Mammoth - that's cave bacon. Neat, eh?
After Mammoth, it was on to Big Mike's Rock and Gift Shop! Aside from the rocks and gifts, they have a "mystery house" that kinda sucks at first, but then they have these rooms that are all slanted so if you stand up "straight," you'll fall over, so you have to lean, and it makes you dizzy and it's pretty cool. So we did the mystery house and then hit the rocks. Lookit these things!
See how big that dark blue one is compared to my shoe? Kevin said, "Wow, that's as big as Mom's butt!" Thanks, boy. Kev chose one of the light blue ones to bring home - a much smaller one than those pictured. Anyone have any idea what kind of rock it is??
After Big Mike's, we went back to KY Action Park for more Alpine Slide fun. We'd planned to go horseback riding but no horses were available until after 6, and we had to leave for MomLand. So we said our goodbyes to Cave City and hit the road. Got to MomLand late, where Kev had a bath (because you must have a bath before you go to bed at MomLand if you're a kid) and hit the sack.
Thursday morning we had a good ol' visit with Libby (a.k.a. SuperPooperPuppy). I mean Josie. Josie is her name now. She was *so* excited to see us, and we were excited to see her too. She looks great and is very happy. Hooray!
That afternoon we went to Southland Pool in Lexington with my niece A. Haven't been to that pool in years.
And then later that night we hit the county fair. Wheeeeeedoggies! Did the rides, the funnel cakes, the suck-your-money-out-of-your-pocket rigged games, and had some giggles in the fun house.
Kev drove a bumper car by himself for the first time - he's finally tall enough. I went with him once and then decided to let him be free and crash into other people all on his own.
Friday was going to be spent on the river with my sister R in her boat, but it started raining so we made a quick change of plans.
Dig our fancy bowling shoes! We bowled with Calvinball Rules. That was fun. Kevin beat us.
Friday evening we hung out at MomLand - made some popcorn and sat on Mom's deck. Kevin started talking to Mom about how he wants me to put up a privacy fence at home so he can go outside naked. Yep, he's still a nudist. I said, "Y'know Kev, now's your chance. Gramma's on 300 acres so she doesn't have any neighbors." Kevin agreed. He ran over to the side of the deck, stripped down, and took off for nekkid frolicking in the fields.
(Photo slightly altered. No showin' the bootie on the internetz).
He went bounding down the hill - arms waving, legs kicking, rolling in the grass - it was a hoot. Mom, not much of a nekkidness fan, grumbled, "He's gonna get chiggers and ticks." I was sure to do a thorough tick check and send him to the bathtub after his romp.
Saturday was low key - being lazy at Mom's, then packing up and getting ready to head home. Mom loaded me up with things she's wanting to get rid of like a big wicker picnic basket and a big carry-around cooler thing. They're both pretty cool and we'll get good use out of them.
Saturday night we came home. The end of vacation.
But July 4th weekend...Holiday World here we come!
When I woke up this morning, I'd planned to write a big entry later today about our vacation follies, complete with pictures and video, to share with You People. The pics were uploaded onto Photobucket last night so I could link them here, Kevin's amusing one-liners were written down so I wouldn't forget to include them. I planned to spend my lunch hour writing out the entry.
Then I checked my email this morning before work and learned very sad news. George Carlin died last night. George Fucking Carlin (it's okay...I don't think he'd mind my changing his middle name for a moment).
George wasn't everyone's "cup of tea." But he sure was/is mine. I don't remember exactly when I first heard him but I know it was before I was a teenager, and I know I was instantly hooked. I found him brilliant. His use of language - his wonderful use of language. The way he pushed boundaries. Just....he was brilliant.
The subtitle/quote thing on this blog, "Those who dance are considered insane by those who can't hear the music" - that's from George. Just yesterday afternoon, I used a George quote as a comment on a friend's blog: "Have you ever watched golf on TV? It's like watching flies fuck." At least three times a week I use a George quote in conversation. More likely four or five.
I had the pleasure of seeing him in person in 1992 in Merrillville, Indiana at the Star Plaza. I've always wanted to see him again, and about every two years he'd have a show in Louisville or someplace close, but for one reason or another I wasn't able to go. Damn. How nice it would have been to see George live just one more time. To be in the same breathing space with him and laugh to the point of tears one more time.
I did shed some tears for him today. That might make me a weirdo - weeping over the death of someone I've never met, but it's okay. George's work affected me, and the loss of him affects me too.
Goodbye, Mr. Carlin. Thank you for what you gave us. Farewell, peace be with you, and may the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house. (That's George's too)
P.S. Please let us know if God has a really good sense of humor or if you (and those of us who are your fans) are screwed. Thank you.
Then I checked my email this morning before work and learned very sad news. George Carlin died last night. George Fucking Carlin (it's okay...I don't think he'd mind my changing his middle name for a moment).
George wasn't everyone's "cup of tea." But he sure was/is mine. I don't remember exactly when I first heard him but I know it was before I was a teenager, and I know I was instantly hooked. I found him brilliant. His use of language - his wonderful use of language. The way he pushed boundaries. Just....he was brilliant.
The subtitle/quote thing on this blog, "Those who dance are considered insane by those who can't hear the music" - that's from George. Just yesterday afternoon, I used a George quote as a comment on a friend's blog: "Have you ever watched golf on TV? It's like watching flies fuck." At least three times a week I use a George quote in conversation. More likely four or five.
I had the pleasure of seeing him in person in 1992 in Merrillville, Indiana at the Star Plaza. I've always wanted to see him again, and about every two years he'd have a show in Louisville or someplace close, but for one reason or another I wasn't able to go. Damn. How nice it would have been to see George live just one more time. To be in the same breathing space with him and laugh to the point of tears one more time.
I did shed some tears for him today. That might make me a weirdo - weeping over the death of someone I've never met, but it's okay. George's work affected me, and the loss of him affects me too.
Goodbye, Mr. Carlin. Thank you for what you gave us. Farewell, peace be with you, and may the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house. (That's George's too)
P.S. Please let us know if God has a really good sense of humor or if you (and those of us who are your fans) are screwed. Thank you.
...fate gave to me:
One cracked molar with a piece that fell right off.
Dadblameit.
Guess I need to listen to the old people (Mom's new favorite saying) and get that dentist appointment, eh?
One cracked molar with a piece that fell right off.
Dadblameit.
Guess I need to listen to the old people (Mom's new favorite saying) and get that dentist appointment, eh?
I should have put all this stuff in just one entry today instead of three, eh?
Yesterday when I passed the gas station, it was $3.94.
This morning it was $4.16.
Four fucking dollars and sixteen fucking cents.
Yesterday when I passed the gas station, it was $3.94.
This morning it was $4.16.
Four fucking dollars and sixteen fucking cents.
Long ago I confessed that I had never read any of the Harry Potter books. Still haven't.
And now with all this recent movie hoopla, I'll share something else:
I have never seen an episode of Sex and the City. Nor do I ever plan to.
Not going to see the movie either.
Do I have to turn in my official Woman Club card now?
And now with all this recent movie hoopla, I'll share something else:
I have never seen an episode of Sex and the City. Nor do I ever plan to.
Not going to see the movie either.
Do I have to turn in my official Woman Club card now?
As of 5:00 p.m. today, I will be on vay-cay-shun!
We've got plans - cheap plans. Hooray for cheap vacation plans! I'd mentioned some potential plans earlier, and today I firmed them up. We'll sleep in a wigwam, go cave exploring (I'mwaayyyyyy a little too fluffy to do real spelunking) and fishing at Mammoth Cave National Park, and hang out with T-Rex and friends at Dinosaur World. I found another place for some horseback riding and alpine sledding. Eeeee!
Courtney isn't going - she declined because of the Dinosaur World thing. Darnit. I know - she's 14 and not into dinosaurs. But we'll be doing so much more than that, and it still feels weird to do this kind of stuff without her. Ah well, she'll be with us for our Holiday World trip in July.
After frolicking in and around Cave City, we'll head to MomLand for a while. We haven't seen Libby for some time and are looking forward to giving her some lovies. Oh wait, sorry. Not Libby. Josie. Her name is now JOSIE. She went from Birdy - her name when we got her at 9 weeks old, to Libby - what we named her, to Shakira - though my brother misheard it and called her Shaka (like Shakakhan), then Shackie, and finally it's ended at Josie. They're gonna give her a complex with all this name changing!
Have I told You People what happened with Libby/Shakira/Shaka/Shackie/Josie? After we let her live with my brother's worker D? I'll have to look in previous entries and see if I did. If I didn't, then I'll fill you in - it's a doozy (though to not worry anyone I will say that Libby is absolutely fine and happy).
We've got plans - cheap plans. Hooray for cheap vacation plans! I'd mentioned some potential plans earlier, and today I firmed them up. We'll sleep in a wigwam, go cave exploring (I'm
Courtney isn't going - she declined because of the Dinosaur World thing. Darnit. I know - she's 14 and not into dinosaurs. But we'll be doing so much more than that, and it still feels weird to do this kind of stuff without her. Ah well, she'll be with us for our Holiday World trip in July.
After frolicking in and around Cave City, we'll head to MomLand for a while. We haven't seen Libby for some time and are looking forward to giving her some lovies. Oh wait, sorry. Not Libby. Josie. Her name is now JOSIE. She went from Birdy - her name when we got her at 9 weeks old, to Libby - what we named her, to Shakira - though my brother misheard it and called her Shaka (like Shakakhan), then Shackie, and finally it's ended at Josie. They're gonna give her a complex with all this name changing!
Have I told You People what happened with Libby/Shakira/Shaka/Shackie/Josie? After we let her live with my brother's worker D? I'll have to look in previous entries and see if I did. If I didn't, then I'll fill you in - it's a doozy (though to not worry anyone I will say that Libby is absolutely fine and happy).
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