Special K

San Diego Trip Part 2

2008-07-24T00:00:00.003-05:00

If you missed part one, just scroll down and there she be.

This will be COINCIDENCE #1 of the 2nd series. A.K.A. The Hawaii phenomenon. Got it? Remember it. Good. When we landed in San Diego, the flight attendant mistakenly said "Welcome to Hawaii!!"

O.K. So we got our bags, walked out the door and lo and behold everything is in place. Not only was our luggage right in front of us on the carousel when we walked up, but the door going out of there happened to be right where we needed to be give or take 500 steps, to where all the hotel shuttles picked up.

Everyone's except ours, of course. After 45 minutes Drew decided to make use of the cell phone and call and see what was what. They said they would be there in 20 minutes and our driver would be named Maui. ATTENTION THAT WAS #2 right there folks! We either thought that the flight attendant was correct, and with the Palm Trees and driver, we WERE in Hawaii or, of course, it was only the Hawaiian Coincidence connection that would follow on.

This is Maui from my view.

O.K. So Maui is a really nice guy, named Maui because that is where he was born but lived in San Diego since 13 yrs old. He has a lot of good info for us and gets us to our hotel after only 3 heart attacks, 2 vomits and 1 hyperventilation later. Yes I loves me some San Diego traffic...NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

Then this sign explained a lot too.

We were driving so fast I couldn't even take a pic of the sign!!!! And L.A. is only an hour's drive. OK so it is really 100 miles but the way these people drive, it is still, only an hours drive.
Obligatory ho shot of me with the 1970s decor but it is SO. CAL so it is COOL!!!!!!!!! Also? Watching yourself have sex? I wouldn't know. I was TOO FREAKIN TIRED because it will still be HOURS before I go to bed. I think I am on hour 36 here.
Actually it was the cleanest hotel I have been in awhile, not counting the Hilton. That place was immaculate enough for Jesus H Christ himself.

So we go out and take a few pics around the hotel grounds, which included 2 hot tubs, a spa, a bar around a heated salt pool! A gym, room service and $2 candy bars that Drew could NOT get over. I swear, for the next week he would tell at least 2 people a day about the $2 Snickers.

I however thought THIS to be much worse.

Onion Rings $8.95

Who the fuck pays $9 for Onion Rings? WTH? Is there a surprise in each one? A gold ring? Whatevs. I marched my ass the 2 miles to the mall.

Which brings us to tomorrow's entry Part 3.

It gets better folks, I promise!

San Diego Trip Part 1

2008-07-23T19:41:00.005-05:00

I decided to do my story in parts, this way, hopefully, I will remember more detail and more importantly, won't put you to sleep.

Our flight was to leave at 6:35 a.m. on the 16th. We ended up not going to sleep on the 15th and heading to the airport just before 3 a.m. on the 16th. It is an hour and a half drive and not being familiar with flying (me only once at 12 and Drew, never). We didn't want to leave anything to chance with long lines, confusion (our part) or delays (their part).

(Almost there! Taking this pic because it might be the LAST ONE TAKEN OF US FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
We found the parking we wanted and started to head in, Drew forgot to put the ticket in the window of the car so he headed back. As he did a woman looking more lost than us asked if we were flying today and was this the parking lot we needed? Drew said yes and yes then she asked if we would mind waiting a second so she could walk in with us.

On the short trip into the airport, we started a phenomenon I would like to call SIGNS FROM ABOVE or if you are atheist as I am then maybe you would call it REALLY REALLY WEIRD COINCIDENCES.

She said she was flying out to see her first grandbaby who was a week old. We said we were flying out to see our son graduate from USMC (or into whichever?!). She asked his MOS and division we told her Infantry blah blah and she said...

"My son died 2 years ago today in Iraq. He was Infantry with the Marine Corps." then she started crying. Then I started crying. Then Drew started his "I am not crying because I am a man but just a second I got to clear my throat and whoa, there is something in my eye! bit.

We parted ways and got checked in after waiting on the staff 20 minutes to get their butts to work.
Then we went onto Burger King in the terminal where we LOL and OMG at the thought of paying $4 for a croissant (no Ma'am that is NOT the combo price..) We finally made it onto our plane when COINCIDENCE #2 happened.

A Marine, on his way to Iraq. Yes. Infantry. (BIG SIGH). Yes this is strange because #1 no Marine bases in our state period. #2 Marines are few, this is very true. So to have 2 in our small area in 30 minutes and even more strange INFANTRY was a little overwhelming. Remember I had not seen or talked to my baby boy in 13 weeks. I was nervous about flying, about seeing him again, about something going wrong, about having to fart on the plane! You name it, I was skeered about it.

The plane roars off the runway and I take control of Drew's blood circulation via his hand. After we get up in the air I finally start to breathe and get off of Drew's shoulders and relax and take some pics.

I even get brave enough to act like I am relaxing.

Then an angel named Dawn came and gave me something to drink!

Aww that was better!
So now I am feeling more calm and take another pic of below. That is when I found out the CROP CIRCLES ARE REAL people!
Check it out.

So we land, yaddah yaddah at Dallas as planned, really uneventful. Southwest gives us free doughnuts and coffee in the terminal then more snackies on the plane. I could get used to this.

But wait.

We stop at El Paso. ?HUH? We do not leave the plane but wait for people to de-plane? and board so we switch seats after the head count so we can see really good for our flight into San Diego.

We see lots of this:

One pic is enough. Desert, dirt, desert, but I will show you two so you believe me. Burfica? I waved at you, did you see me?

Drew is happy to be in So Cal!

But dude? Where's our Hotel shuttle?

Part 2 tomorrow.

Back and then gone again

2008-07-21T08:47:00.003-05:00

That is Cam on the right. I thought I had better tell you because even I almost have trouble recognizing my own son!

Just to let you know I did make it back alive from Cali! I was kicking and screaming getting back onto the plane because I DID NOT WANT TO COME HOME!
No humidity? No 100 plus temps? Beaches? The shopping? Loved it all!! I will have multiple photo and story entries later on but for now I only have my Marine home for 10 days, well at this writing, only 8 more so we are off on a mini vacation! I so wish I had time to share now, those of you on my MySpace can get a sneak pic of some of the pictures but even there are more and more to come!

You may want to miss pics of me in my bathing suit (ugh) but make sure you come back for hot Marines and beach dudes! Totally hawt beach dudes, that um, I took for, um, LORI, yeah, Lori!! And you guys! You SINGLE girls! Not me, nope, I am happily married, I practically walked onto that beach with blinders on! (nudge nudge wink wink)

Be back soon, taking out our Marine to show him off!

Come fly with me let's fly let's fly away

2008-07-15T13:15:00.004-05:00

Well now that I have memorized the whole shebang on what to pack what not to pack what to check what to put in your suitcase, no lighters, must buy matches, don't forget the batteries, Google my Airline's safety history, GREAT no fatatalities EVER, but uh oh, what's this brain? There has to be a first time? Shut the fuck up! Ok now, rules for the military base, no P.D.A. with your Marine, do NOT WALK ON THE PARADE DECK, lots of walking, Crocs? Check....be here at this certain time, check in 10 minutes early here, 30 minutes here, please make sure you check this out, don't forget your I.D. at all times, and NAIR OMG NAIR I must tend to my thighs before thrusting them onto the sunny So Cal beaches.....

((catches breath))

Hey. I am going to go fetch muh baby and bring him home!

See ya soon!

Oh dear apparently my toddler's body has gone missing. Feh. I will look for it when I get back, because I DON'T HAVE TIME RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!

California here we come, right back where we started from.

2008-07-13T21:42:00.002-05:00

He totally did that on his own. Too true child. Too true.

O.K. at least right back where I started from. I am from Merced. I was raised there from birth until 2 1/2 when my parents divorced. So I have absolutely NO memory of California and face it, we all have California Dreamin' now and then.

I have a zillion things to do! I have the boys until Tuesday because I can't bear to take them back early to their ~~irresponsible parent~~ Mom before then. Then I will be all freaking out and screaming like a banshee at the drop of a hat. So many things to do, did I mention that?
Wash and pack clothes
Make sure I have EVERYTHING (2000 miles away is a little far to run back and get stuff!)
Empty my 1900(seriously) pictures from my camera so it is free and clear
Throw up seventy million types thinking about flying, taking off and landing 8 times in 3 days!

Just found out Cameron got to go to the Padres game tonight. They even panned the camera on them a few times and some of the Mom's SAW their babies. DAMN! I know it is only a few more days but would of been nice and I am jealous he saw the Padres too. Sniff.

I guess I will sign off for now, will try to post before I leave but right now I have an 18 lb little fart under my feet literally and figuratively trying to eat a green sharpie!
Oh look! A pic for tomorrow's entry!

Never mind. Camera at Mom's. CRAP! At that to my list of things to do!

He made it!!

2008-07-10T11:49:00.002-05:00

Birthday Recap

2008-07-09T19:02:00.004-05:00

Before I dive into the weekend pics I wanted to say thank you to those that commented and the few that emailed me about my possible dilemma.

I have come to the conclusion, and quite peacefully at that, that if the worst should happen, I will carry on with my plans for Cameron.

As I said in the comments, he has not been but to one birthday in 40 years. OK, two but the 2nd was 10 years ago and he needed a ride 40 miles away and gave me $5 gas money for my "present". He missed my graduation, birth of my child, both weddings, birth of his great grandchildren, his grandchild's wedding, hell I think if it wasn't for my brother telling him he would have no idea Cameron was in the Marines.

This and he lives 10 miles away. He knows my number. He knows where I live. I tried 10 times if not 20 to make the gap close but he has never followed through. Yes I will be upset but to be honest, it isn't like losing my Mom. It could never be. I have lived through the death of my real father to me in 1990, my Papaw.

Nuff said.

O.K.

As I said we celebrated with Athina's parents and family (about 60 people) on Saturday for Rylan's 1st birthday party. I have to admit I had a good time. These are laid back people, friendly, a little rowdy, but all in all good people. They are family people. Now whose to say that they won't turn their back on us again as they did a year and a half ago. But I am trying to get along. We are both the boys grandparents and I think we are on the same page about Athina and her mothering skills or lack of. We are also on the same page about another thing dear to my heart and that is Cameron. They really do love Cameron. Not once but twice when talking about him, Athina's Mom burst into tears. She has been writing him and he has been writing her back. He even wrote Athina's Uncle Rick, who is COOL people, like him lots. So it's all good on the in-law front for now.

Friday night we went to Lori's and watched fireworks off the river on her new deck!

Saturday was the birthday party day. Here he is with Papa trying to keep him from touching the candle. Who knew the birthday song was SO long?

Ayden was so hot! It was 100% humidity and storms rolled in hours later. Sweaty or not, he is one cute boy!

Opening presents

Ayden in the pool with his Aunt J.J. (Athina's sister) all the girls in this family are beautiful.

Rylan with his Mama. His 24 hour a week Mama? Me? Bitter?

Ayden with Papa Bart (Athina's Step Dad)

Rylan with his Uncle Jeremy (Aunt J.J.'s husband. This is a rock n roll family!! He has a pretty well known rock band around here. Actually Ayden and Rylan are VERY related to a guy in the 80s rock group Dokken. Their grandma grew up with him, they are first cousins and yes he does come to family stuff sometimes! I hate to be a name dropper, you can email me if you want to know. (HINT) He was in Rock Star with Mark Wahlberg too. He was in the band. Heh.

And Cameron is 3rd cousins with a dude from Metallica. A very well known dude. Matter of fact closely enough that they have the same last name. If you Well, if you are into that sort of thing. Nope. Never met him. Damn.

O.K. enough name dropping let's move on to the real stars of this party.

Riding 4 wheelers with one of his cousins.

Afterwards we went to Drew's brother's where we drank beer (I did) and visited under a huge tent while it thundered, lightning and poured and essentially ran off 78% of our guests! Good times though!

My kids will come to your house and clean just for fun. They can swiffer, mop and sweep. Just offering up my services. I hope my sister in law wasn't insulted. In her defense her house is always spotless. She just had 110 guests, I think her house still looks damn good than mine does any given day with just 2 kids and 2 adults.

And that is my weekend in a nutshell.
Just be thankful I didn't show you all 114 pictures.

Then fate can't wait to kick you in the butt, then what?

2008-07-09T01:28:00.003-05:00

Man oh man.
Just yesterday I wrote a ~~tongue in cheek~~ bitter sarcastic comment in Annie's comments.
The topic was parents and driving you insane. Both my parents pissed me off this weekend with stupid decisions. I swear the two of them are reverting back to 16, I SWEAR!

I made a comment on how "I am not paying for their funeral and having to sell their shit!!" HA um HA HA HA!

Anyway I get the phone call tonight that Dad is in I.C.U.
It's been awhile since he has been there and of course, we never know what is going to happen first, he dies or checks himself out for a cigarette never to return.

BAD TIMING DAD! BAD BAD BAD!!!

The only thing that should be on my mind is the post below. That was enough for me, didn't need this. Nope. Didn't. I know he didn't do it on purpose, well, sort of on purpose, the man continues to drink and smoke. Sleep and drive, not take medications, eat like shit though he is a diabetic and on dialysis so we knew this was coming yet again.

I wish I cared enough to really give a shit right now. Long time friends you know the history, or lack of it with him. But still, who wouldn't feel like shit about having to choose between their Dad's funeral and their sons's Marine graduation (that you already paid IN FULL and NO REFUNDS!)

If you weren't raised by, or close to your Dad and the worst happened, what would you do in this situation?

He may very walk out alive, once again but what if he doesn't. What if?

He's not heavy, he's my brother

2008-07-08T11:35:00.002-05:00

A Mom's Crucible Prayer

When you awake this morning to begin the crucible know I walk every step with you. When you hump all those miles over rough terrain, know I am by your side again? When your rations are low and your belly is hungry, know that I wish it wasn't you but instead me? When your feet ache and are blistered from stress, know that I am carrying you deep in my chest? When you are tired and sore and almost ready to fall, realize I would have carried it all? When you have little sleep and your eyes are red, know I would give you my bed? When you push and pull for that extra mile, know that I am so PROUD and standing tall, with such a big smile?

When you left for boot camp, I went to one too. It's the one where Mom's worry over all you are going through. I can't eat dessert, without knowing that you have had no treats, I feel quilty for resting, when you have had tired feet. I anguish over every tough moment, I think you have had. I cry when I miss you, I cry when I am sad, I cry over your letters that declare your love for "Mom". I cry thinking about the day you will come home. I cringe at the thought of someone yelling at you. Even though I know it's what they have to do. I lose sleep just wondering how you are, I pray and think and even wish upon the stars. Now you are almost through and soon you will be One of The Few The Proud, a New MARINE.

I get an Honor too for going through the bootcamp for Mom's. I get to hug you and hold you in my arms. I get to see how beautiful you really are. I get my bright shining star. No I don't get a medal or a pin to wear I don't get to sport that awesome Marine Hair.

My reward is one that can't be seen. It's called "Being the Mom of a U.S. Marine."

Cameron started the official journey to the title he has worked so hard for. Please keep him and all his men in his company as well as their families and friends, in your thoughts the next 56 hours.

Thanks.

SATO can kiss my ass or just my frickin luck, WHICHEVER!

2008-07-07T14:19:00.004-05:00

We, along with 50 other parents, wives etc.. had to email them with our itenerary so when our Marines came in the following Tuesday, they could take note, book the same flight and that was it.
They probably didn't even HAVE 50 people to do that.
They did, however, get the other 49 (aprox.) requests and processed them correctly and gave them to those Marines to book sufficient flights.

Not ours.

Nope. Poor Cameron will be going home alone and one of us will be waiting an eternity on the other back at the home airport. Pissed? YES I AM AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT ELSE?

Our travel agent calls just as I had typed the first sentence:

"This is so and so from so and so travel agency. I was just calling to let you know your plane tickets and everything is in for you to pick up for your trip to... wait for it...

LAS VEGAS!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I am happy to report that lady is still alive and also that she was mistaken and it turned out it was indeed San Diego reservations not Las Vegas.

I am telling you guys I almost blew the top of my head off.

In other news:

I got a split lip from Rylan and his manic head bopping skills.

I woke up with an earache from hell.

I have a bladder infection.

I am PMSing (for realz I will probably get it on VACATION naturally)

Here are two examples of the terrible twos. Yes I laughed at him both times. Everything is SO drama with him (gee where did he get THAT from)?!?!

I love this one, he wanted sailboat, Rylan had it first, Drew told him no. Ayden goes into OMG mode, Rylan is all like "Hey Nana!" Drew is gazing off because he is tired. That poor man is really tired.

This one he was fighting his cousin over the 4 wheeler. OK maybe he wanted to run over and kill him and homie wasn't having it? Or maybe that squished hot dog in his hands belonged to Ayden. Whichever!? His cousin is 3. Ayden DID have the 4 wheeler first but he is not one to give up a great opportunity to DRAMATIZE! Note their half nakedness. It was 102 y'all and that is how we roll in the South in the summertime. Except the one Mama that brought her kids decked out like they were going to be in a Baby Gap commercial or something. Those poor kids didn't even get to play in the pool or the playground. She spoon fed them their cake and held a napkin under their chin when they drank. Poor babies! She should of partaken in the adult punch and loosened up.

(ps he won!)

(pss that is a Power Wheels 4 wheeler not a real one, it isn't for babies however it was a 'big kid one' as Ayden kept telling us.

I got lots of stories and pics from the weekend. We partied with Athina's parents. I know? Can you believe it? And we HAD A GOOD TIME! We had 3 celebrations in 2 days, and Nana may or may not have taken advantage of buku amounts of loving Aunts and Uncles to partake of the "adult punch" if you know what I mean.

Damn I wish I had some right now! That shit was magical!

He's still our Yankee Doodle Dandy!

2008-07-04T15:54:00.004-05:00

Happy birthday to my sweetest boy! It's been a helluva year but I can't imagine the past year without you in it!

I love you, I love you, I love you!!

And Happy 4th of July to the rest of you!

And it's ticking away with my sanity

2008-07-02T13:46:00.007-05:00

Time that is, too much of it on my hands.
Hi!
I am having a sob fest! Anyone want to join? I don't know WTF is wrong with me, well, that's a lie, I do.

Personal problems, financial problems, marriage problems, medical issues, yes I can't believe it either, in the history of my blog I have not said a thing about #2 and #3.

One of my pet peeves is people that constantly "go there". I used to on the OMG WTF front but for awhile I had an abnormally crazy life, it is little more than the norm to have 9 deaths in a few months, it is normal to have your teenager knock his girlfriend up, well, not normal but it happens to millions, literally. So does severe health problems like cancer and diabetes, I beat one, working on the other, I do what I can to fix/help problems I have. I don't wallow in it and cry and scream and say POOR ME (OK I may feel like it but I keep it to myself).

But if you take my life as a whole, wow, I don't like to do that because days like today, when I do that. I have to snap back to reality and happy thoughts, I am afraid if I ever let myself go "there" I wouldn't be back y'all and that is not words I am casually using or trying to get attention, it is the truth.

Let's just say my past is something I don't like to re-visit. It is not a happy one filled with the proverbial unicorns, rainbows and little kittens. But whose really is? Seriously. I know this. You know this. We all know this but somedays you can't help but "go there."

There was a blog I used to read that I liked a lot but she went "there" and she went there for a long time, she is using it to make money, not cool. I don't care who you are we all have a story to tell. There are a handful of people that have a rather good life, they have not had happen to them personally or do not know of someone murdered, molested, raped, tragic childhood etc.. Then there are the ones that do not take responsibility for what has happened to them. Bad relationships, doing drugs, losing custody of their kids. Those piss me off. See, you HAD a choice. Rape? Being stabbed and shot? Cancer? no choice. See the difference? Sympathy for one, not for the other.
Then there is another group that make everything bad that ever happened to them so blown out of proportion they need therapy for pathological lying or grandiose personality (is there such thing? I think I know one.) Then there is a group like me, (at least I hope so), that has had some pretty shitty things happen and nothing just broke me completely, at least not yet. Of course in your mind you keep a running tab like this:

If X and Y happened. I would kill myself.
or
If Y and Z then X happened. I would never be the same.

Then it happens or something like it and guess what? You make it. But then there are still the scenarios in your head you can't fathom what you would do. That is when I grab my inner PollyAnna and try to find a "good" thing.

For example:
I watch St. Jude and think "OMG I couldn't deal with my child having a serious health issue"
BONUS THOUGHT: "I haven't"

then..

"but I have lost 3 in the womb."

I see a Mom lost her only son to war.
BONUS THOUGHT: "Hasn't happened."

then that damn last word I left off.

Yet.

I HATE that part of myself. I can be so negative in my head. On the outside I try to be positive. I have really been working on myself lately, giving myself reality checks and finding the good. There is still good. My friends. I have some of the MOST awesome friends ever, seriously. Lori Jane? I am talking about you. I love you. You rock.

My internet friends, which YES to me are REAL friends. I am talking 5 years with some of you, Christmas Cards, Birthday greetings, letters, emails a few phone calls. You are FRIENDS fuck what Drew thinks. *(no he didn't say you weren't friends but I get this "feeling" when I talk about you he thinks I am nuts!"

But then my mind goes:

" So did Christine--dead
and Lisa--dead
and Darlene--dead
and Ramona--dead
and Candy--dead

DAMN THOSE VOICES!! NEGATIVITY GET THEE OUT OF ME!!

I am not going into my life, sorry, I don't mean to be a tease. If you name it, I might of had it happen, but I have the whole thing in perspective, I don't sit and wallow in it daily, some of it I never let it bother me. Sure I worry about someday it might come to bite me on the ass but 40 years and knock on wood, hasn't happened yet.

But I often wonder if there are previous and future lifes and what the fuck was this one? My punishment? No one has an easy ride but I am sick of the ones that do and have the happily ever afters. Shut up. I hate you. OK not really. I do envy you but what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but it also makes us jaded as hell!!!!

I like to think that is a healthy thing, not a denial thing but which is it really?

All I know is today I can only concentrate on one thing and it is this. Thank goodness it is a "normal" life event, well I guess most are but you know me, I get to have a twist of lemon and a dash of salt in my wounds. Why can't I have "simple cut and dried" problems. I want those. Well screw it, I got those too. OK I change my mind. How about a problem free month? I will settle for that.

God I miss that baby. I miss that kid. I miss that man. I miss that woman in the picture that was my Memaw. The ONLY good childhood memories I have involve her some way. I look at Cameron as a baby and see Ayden and Rylan. I see the innocence. I see a time when I could make sure he worried for nothing.

My nightmare, as any other military Mom's can confess, is that he go to war and doesn't ever go back home. I know NO Mama's boy (or girl) should ever go before their parents but there is that extra built in fear for Mom's of single children.

Now before you take me wrong I am not saying "Oh, she has 5 more, she won't miss one!' HELL no I am not saying that, each child is special and a loss is a loss but when you reach, say the age of not being able to bear anymore children and your only one is out there in danger or potential danger, you think about these things a lot more.

Then there are the bonus children. You know them as Ayden and Rylan. I know them as my heart and soul and why I wake up each day and take a breath. I am not in 100% control of them like I was Cameron growing up and this is perhaps scarier than the aforementioned.

Anyway, I am taking the day to just cry, scream, ponder and reminisce.

I hope it helps.

P.S. Don't play Styx, Genesis or even REO Speedwagon, OK especially REO when you are in a "mood".

Never mind. Just don't turn on that radio or stereo or Ipod at all. Don't. It takes you "there."
That is my P.S.A. for the day!

Nothing can top this today. Nothing.

2008-07-01T10:27:00.003-05:00

Not even Drew being in asshole mood for 2 days now.

I am trying to do this with as much dignity and calmness as I can muster.

So let me try.

OMG WTF SQUEE SQUEE! YAY!! OOH RAH!!

Cameron's platoon video is up!

Go here to see but you have to choose 3253 (his platoon)

He is the only Marine on bottom with the Drill Instructors. He has a blue band on his arm because he is a LEADER! (Mama heart BURSTING with pride).

And very handsome to boot.

I am such a lucky Mama.

I miss him.

Did ya think I'd crumble? Did ya think I'd lay down and die?

2008-06-30T16:49:00.003-05:00

The whiner and dog annoyer.

The pouter and cell phone stealer.

The perpetually half naked and dirty faced climber.

The good child who is 11 going on 45.

My weekend in one word.

Chaotic.

But now?

Ahh peace and quiet. I had 4 kids for 4 days and I am still alive.
I survived.

Hey. Hey.

A lot of nuttin'

2008-06-26T14:42:00.004-05:00

Just popping in to say OMG we are plunking down the big bucks in the morning for our San Diego Trip! It is almost time! 19 days! My baby boy! OMG!!!!

Our hotel looks gorgeous! It is on the beach! I have my hair bleached and my bod tanned I am SO ready!!!!!!!! I will even get my Betty ready! Whatever the hell that means! The hillbillies from Green Acres are headed to California (pronounced Cal-uh-four-nie-AAAAAAAAAAAAA) or californey? Whichever. But yee haw y'all we are gittin' out of Arkansas for a few days!

I have been silently freaking about the plane ride but the closer it gets the braver I get! Drew is ecstatic. He has never ever rode on a plane. I have, that is why I have been silently freaking out.

(calming down now)

Got 2 letters from Cam yesterday. He wanted a small pic of the boys to laminate and take on the Crucible July 8th. Guys please send him good thoughts those 2 days. He is going to go through hell but they literally come out the other end an official Marine! If you don't know what the Crucible is google it. I can't bear to even write it out but I will be sharing a Mama's Crucible Poem soon so reserve that last Kleenex for that one! (guys you will have to go get that box by your bed, you know the place.)

I have been working on Rylan's 1st year video montage. A week from tomorrow our baby is 1. Unbefreakinglivable.

I got the boys this afternoon so time is short but I haven't blogged a thing in awhile and got tired of looking at the old one as you are too by now!

We are taking him to see Wall E this weekend. You see what happened after Kung Fu Panda? I am a sucker for marketing but then again I am a sucker for that 2 yr old that just asks and he receives. Brat! Thank goodness this time it only cost me the price of a Happy Meal! (those are M&Ms in the bowl, he HAS to have them in a bowl!)

Here is a rare moment of Ry Ry McGuillicutty just being still. It ended about 1.3 seconds after the flash. I enjoyed it.

I went to the doc this morning, diabetes is doing so much better, tweaked the insulin and got 3 month prescriptions because I get them at 80% and 100% off which rocks my socks! Drew got his blood pressure meds upped cause he was at 152/110, not good on that bottom number but I had been telling him!

In other news Drew was wrong and admitted it.
Write this down. June 25, 2008 at 9:43 a.m.

Our pool filter is an A. He said no it's a B. He went so far as to call my brother in law who has the same pool and he too said a B. I admitted defeat (which I don't have a problem with saying I am wrong that is SOMEBODY elses cross to bear! AHEM Not naming ~~achoo Drew~~ . So he buys not one B but a DOUBLE pack of B filters and hee, wrong one! He had to look me in the eyes and say, "Well, I for once was wrong!" (for once? For rizzle?) and I didn't even say I told you so. Such a proud moment, guess you had to of been there.

OK I did call him 10 times and leave voicemails at work that night on his cell with random messages always ending with "Oh, and Drew? Don't forget to pick up some A filters. That's A. Not B, Not C...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Oh hush I will grow up when I turn 50, I am still a baby yet.

Bento Box Entry

2008-06-23T15:19:00.003-05:00

Because I am gonna shove a hundred things into little compartments because of time restraints and catching up.

Don't worry, they are all good for you and calorie free! Enjoy!

First off, Christine challenged us with this meme, those of you that know her, know this is truly a rare thing so I took the bait.

All you have to do is to know that if you are on the right side over there? You, are tagged! Oh and linky me please and thank you!!

1. You just received too much change. What is the most that you would feel obligated to come clean about it..if at all?

OK. Several things come into play here. Is it a penny? Or is it a buck fifty? If it is cash I am probably going to notice and correct it right there. Small change? I don't count my change I throw it into my purse.
Plus, Christine? Is this a trick question. Girl you KNOW I don't carry change so WTF?

2. What is the last present you regifted?

I don't regift. It is too "iffy" and I always think I will be caught. I usually hang onto it until I can have a yard sale and even then I am praying the gift giver doesn't come and find out I am selling it! (yes I have guilt issues!)

3. You're puking your guts up from the flu and are delirious, who do you call to take care of you?

Drew is already there doing it. He's the man!

4. It is 4am, you're at Dennys (or any 24 hour diner like establishment) after a night of drinking. What did you just order?

Something horribly greasy and calorie laden. Will have to consist of meat and cheese and probably onions just to make good and sure I did it up right!

5. You were just handed $2500 and must spend it going away for the weekend. Where are you going and are you going to ask anyone to come along?

Right now San Diego!! So I could stay longer and have some So. Cal. fun!

6. Who shared your first ever romantic kiss and do you know where that person is now?

Gosh I hope he isn't reading this..OK here goes. It was summer camp, I was 13 (barely). My friend had her eye on him and one night he wanted to talk to me. I thought it was to ask about my friend but nope. He declared love for me and we hooked up for about 6 months after that. Our first kiss was a French kiss and Eye of the Tiger was on the radio. You may know him, his name is Leonardo Dicaprio.

HEEEE!!!

Alright damn it, you guys are no fun. His name was Jimmy B and he is about 100 miles away now, married with two dogs, no kids. Thanks to MySpace I know this. Now I can sleep at night. (le sigh)

Call me Jimmy? Cause you know, I can still suck a lime through a straw at Sonic!! Just sayin'.

OK people get your mind outta the gutter I was 13!!! I did not share my lady garden for at least 5 4 3 OH FOR FUCKS SAKE 1 year. I lived in Arkansas, it got BORING in the summer m'kay? Besides we run around barefooted and you know what that leads to in the kitchen. But Jimmy was not the lucky one. Nope that is reserved for a dude named Ronnie.

OK now that I look like a slut! I am demanding you put in the comments the year o' the cherry popping. Don't lie! I can go on MySpace and look up everyone in your school. You KNOW they will tell me. Uh-huh. Ya sluts! Give it up!

I am happy to report that I didn't have sex again until my Senior year. Yes I was a delicate flower in these parts and an oddity.

WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT MY VIRGINITY?

See. Guilt issues.

Moving on.

Today we went to book our trip. I was amazed at how great a rate we got! Amazed. 'Cept they wanted cash (SHUT THE HELL UP CHRISTINE AND QUIT LAUGHING!) so back we go in the morning.

Just took the boys to see their Mama and left them for a couple of days. I have a zillion things to do between now and Thursday but the pool is calling my name. Sans kids, sans pee in the pool, sans water gun squirting in my face and throw away the iced tea, this nana is drinking a beer!

Text I woke up to this morning.

"How about meeting up to see Sex at my place tonight about 6 ish?"

Too bad it was my friend Adriana and she was referring to this.

Damn I thought it was Jimmy.

A letter from my baby boy Marine

2008-06-18T14:24:00.003-05:00

Dear Mom,

A lot has changed since the last time I wrote. I am different now. A good different. I have realized a lot about myself during second phase. I have so much discipline and I am so organized right now I can barely stand it!

*mama note: is this the kid that can't shut the shower curtain? The same kid that leaves his dirty clothes in a trail?

I'm an Expert Rifleman now too which is the best rank you can receive in the military. Pretty much I can shoot someone between the eyes at 500 yards without a scope, that's more than a football field!

*mama note: gee, um, that is great kiddo. Just what a Mama wants to hear. Dad killed a possum with a rake, does he win?

Everything I do, I do with pride. Everything. How I walk, how I talk or even how I brush my teeth!

*mama note: YAY he is brushing his teeth!!!!!!!!

My face has cleared up a lot mainly because you are not allowed to touch it at all!

*mama note: and I have been telling you this for HOW many years? ((sigh)))

Well, I am in 3rd phase now and I am now a Fireteam Leader, I am in charge of 3 guys, meaning if they do something stupid, I pay! They don't do anything stupid trust me. Their names are Larry, Curly and Moe and they are all really cool!

*mama note: I made that up, their real names were Kooklah Fran and Ollie or some shit.

Seems like graduation is just around the corner. It's an interesting thing to be a Marine, you are one of the meanest, yet most polite, agressive yet neat, killing bastards on earth.

And yes I know a lot on how to intimidate and kill even though in life it doesn't mean shit.

*mama note: Good. Because we just had a guy that apparently couldn't differentiate between the two worlds and came home from Iraq killing people over dogs!!!

Everyone here says you are a great photographer, even the Senior Drill Instructor mentioned how professional the pictures look and he's a hardass!

*mama note: tell your SDI it is called luck and Photoshop.

So Athina and T.J. are split up now huh? How predictable was that?! He was just another disgusting Cowboy in the Army anyway. Army soldiers are disgusting most of the time. I know that Casey is Army but he is still a Cowboy, even though he's my Dad. LOL

*mama note: I apologize for any Army folks reading this. I don't know why they breed hate in the military, can't we all just get along?

It's like they make you develop O.C.D. or something. I am always yelling at others to fix their shirt and make it neat. Don't be surprised if the house is always clean when I get home.

*mama note: I am looking forward to this most of all!!! Wait. Is he calling me a slob? Dad is an Army Cowboy and Mom is a slob. Great Marines! What's next? His grandma is a Ho?

It's funny how I thought raising the boys by myself was hard and that getting them ready and all that was tough, now it's all so easy, just being organized makes a lot of difference. I miss having my own little family and regret not doing a better job as a Father. Well, now I am a better person and will be home soon to take care of business.

*mama note: slobbering, crying at this point. OMG! You go baby, you come home and T.C.B. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love you all,
Love,
PFC Cameron N#$%@#%

Lucky woman

2008-06-16T12:14:00.003-05:00

Yep, that is me. Lucky lucky me!

I have hero worship in the forms of nieces and grandsons. In their eyes I can do no wrong. If only the whole world worked like that I would be very happy but sometimes it is just the simple things in life. Like loving and being loved, that matter the most.

Or maybe it is just things like having the common courtesy to wipe your mouth before kissing your cousin.

OK love trumps everytime!

BTW Steven says "Hey."

2008-06-11T11:45:00.003-05:00

I am not one to usually blog about a dream but sometimes you have one that makes you wake up and go Whiskey Tango Foxtrot all day.

In this dream, Drew and I owned an adorable cottage. We were also raising Ayden (wait that's not a dream), the funny part was Rylan was nowhere to be found in this dream, I am assuming since he started walking he was probably just taking a stroll somewhere, he's O.K. he's a big boy now.

Anyway, so we were just hanging out at the cottage and for some reason Aerosmith was hanging out with us. In my dream, it was like "totally normal" for the guys to be over and even in my dream I was like "why do I forget to blog about their visits?" then I remembered I am humble like that (heh). So we are up all night and it is about 7 a.m. and Cameron and one of his platoon guides walk into the house. Except the date is what it is in real life and he doesn't graduate for over a month from now. But at the same time in my dream, he was all "No Mom we got out a few days early, that's all."

Steven, Joe, Tom, Brad and Joey had to go but they said they would "see me later!" We all did the ol' "yeah we need to get together more" and the "take care". Those guys are just wonderful friends aren't they?

Cameron looked horrible. He looked like a holocaust victim. It was horrifying. I cried and hugged him and cried some more. Then his friends started all showing up and whisking him away from me and a party started up in my backyard, that somehow turned into some kind of Cajun wonderland with music, buffet and a veternarian that was set up on the side (I know! HUH?)

I looked down at Ayden and he had a HUGE GAPING HOLE in his stomach, I asked Drew frantically if he had noticed this, he had not so we ran to get help and the veternarian said he could help us.

We went to find Cameron and he was hitting on a 250 lb woman that was like 4"10. Not that there is anything wrong with that but who the hell was she? And what was she doing with my baby?

Then Drew woke me up to get up and get ready for my seminar.

So now we will never know if Ayden gets better or if I have a new daughter in law. But most of all, when is Steven coming back?!!!

Can any of you interpret dreams? Or do I just need to quit eating late at night?

My man has many hats

2008-06-09T15:02:00.007-05:00

Not only is Drew a possum killer, he is also a wasp whisperer.

The storm blew out or window on the barn and more storms were coming in so Drew made like MacGyver and did a quick fix. He encountered a family of wasps that were none too happy that he foiled their plans of a new summer home.

He didn't get stung once. Amazing.

I had a blast Saturday night at Lori's. An old friend of ours came in from New York and before he went home the next day we had him ready to move back "home". I was so sad to see him go and he left me with a hug and an "I love ya butthole!" ((sigh)) What can you say about friends like THAT!?

Besides, who can resist home when it has awesome kewl kids like this?

Shut up, I love me some Clintons.

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Now it is Tuesday, I had to stop writing above because the boys came over. It was one of my "break" days in which Athina's Mom watches them but she had Harley's to ride, clothes that are one size too small to buy or beer to drink or something important like that.

Fuck maybe I am jealous.

Anyway..
So we had the whole evening alone and something happened.

Ry Ry Mcgillicutty (OK so that isn't his real name and I don't know why I call him that but know this, he is a Ry Ry Mcgillicutty) is now walking. Yes, walking, he took 8 steps for his first show then kept it to 3-5 but he walked back and forth between me and the couch for 45 minutes straight when he realized what he had done.

Yes I cried. There goes my baby bein' all independant and shizz. Sniff. He didn't get the memo to "STAY NANA'S BABY!!" apparently.

How the heck did we get from this:

To this?

He had 8 teeth by 10 months old. His 1st birthday is now less than a month away!!

Shaddap I KNOW but the over used statement of "they grow up so fast" is one of the truest out there no matter how sick and tired we get of hearing it.

Well I better go, I have to write a letter and break a Marine Daddy's heart. Just one of many firsts he is going to miss. :(

ETA: Green Acres body count as of June 9, 2008
1 possum
1 raccoon
1 snake
and a big green fly

We are on a roll folks!

Murder at Green Acres

2008-06-07T11:08:00.005-05:00

^^That is a baby one, the one in my story was ragged, ugly, had huge teeth and very very old^^
I was coming to tell you the story about how Drew fought the possum and the possum won (as an aside I know it is spelled Opossum but seriously that is as stupid as that football players name. Favre? Pronounced FARVE? come on now.)

We started finding holes everywhere in our yard, one so bad someone got their ankle twisted pretty bad, then there is the garden being tampered with. We imagine it is a raccoon, possum etc.. because we are in the boonies and that's how it rolls out here.

Then Thursday night I let Milo out to go to the bathroom, we keep a bowl of food and a 1 gallon water thingy ma bob out there for when he is outside during the day or playing or just up Mama's butt cause she is outside and because he is spoiled like that well and that it is kind of expected out of pet owners to, you know, provide fresh water for their pets when it is 100 degrees outside, whatever.

So I have been putting the food up on a shelf under the carport at night to keep the critters away.

Well apparently Thursday night I forgot.

I opened the front door to see what was going on and Milo would run to me barking frantically and then back around the corner where I couldn't see in front of the outside wall to our fireplace.

I hollered at Drew (because in Arkansas you "holler" but that is neither here nor there or pertinent to the story), and he went out and lo and behold there was Mr. Possum, nonchalantly eating Milo's Pedigree for Small breeds, right out of the bowl. He glanced at us then went back to what he was doing, not at all bothered by our presence or Milo's incessant barking. So I did what any good country wife would do.

I ran back in the house screaming DOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So he shushed it with a broom, it took a long time for that fat little varmint to move and he did the occasional bad ass hiss, showing us he could kill us if he wanted too. (heh). Then he waddled on down the driveway. Problem solved.

Or not.

Last night when Drew came home from work, Milo was at the front of the house going nuts again so sure enough, there was our little scalawag, back for more food. So this time Drew took a rake with me insisting not to hurt him, and he didn't, just kept scootching him until he went into the back yard.

Then the possum went ballistic, lunging and hissing. Drew took the rake and turned it around to just the stick side and bonked him on the head and the possum fell over as if to be dead.

"Playing possum" I said.
"Yeah" said Drew.

We gathered Milo and went on in to bed.

This morning, Drew goes in the backyard and the possum is still there, not moving. He is starting to feel really really bad.

He came back around the house to me and said "Damn Kay I think I killed him." I say, "he's just playing possum" he said "There are flies coming in and out of his mouth!" I say, "Then he's a Hollywood possum."

Well damn it all, we don't condone killing animals around here but truth be told I don't think possum's rank up there with fuzzy kittens.

I mean, they haven't won an humanitarian awards, do not donate to Good Will and last I heard do not participate in the Relay for Life or Walk for the Cure so it is safe to say we didn't murder a pillar of society or nothing.

In Arkansas on any given day you will find no less than 10 armadillos and possums ran over in the road in a 10 mile radius. Sometimes beavers, squirrels and raccoons as well (those make me sad, well except for the city squirrels, I hetz them bad, possums and armadillos? Not so much.)

But damn, poor possum.

ETA: Just went to the mailbox and there was a dead raccoon laying in the road.
We didn't do it. We have an alibi!!!!!!

Green Acres is the place for me

2008-06-06T11:12:00.008-05:00

Last night I got the "need" for something sweet, I needed something easy and fast and for once I didn't really feel the "need" for chocolate or peanut butter.

I found an easy Oatmeal cookie recipe and made a batch.

Don't hate on my beautiful 1970's counter tops. You know you want them but like I said, don't hate, you look ugly when you are jealous and that's a shame because you are beautiful.

You mix these with your hands (I know yuck) and these have no raw ingredients, which makes them good just for the fact if you are out of eggs or milk you can still make these. The dough is quite tasty, I think they need some brown sugar but I'm no Paula Deen though I can do a smashing imitation of her. Who else wants to stab their eyes out when her commercial for her new buffet in Tunica comes on?! (raises hand)

So anyway, I rate these a 2 1/2 of the rictor scale for all common diabetes purposes. Or maybe a 3 1/2 if I was drunk or maybe even perhaps high on marijuana and had the munchies. But they took care of my sweet fix and that was good enough.

It has been a nice summer so far even though it has been in the 90's consistently for a month now and the humidity is always there. We have had some good breezes constantly the past few days, really strange, like it is going to storm except the sun is out.

This is all fine and good except for when that breeze turns into 60-80 mph straight winds and knocks eleventy billion limbs out of your trees onto your perfectly (heh) manicured (HEE!) yard (WHOO!)

****I have had Northern and Western folks ask me about humidity and what it feels like. The best way I can describe it is boil a big pot of water on the stove and put your face over it while your house temperature is in the 90s and 100s. That ought to do it. Or more simply put. Sauna.

Dry heat I can stay out longer in but always results in me getting a sunburn from hell. My whole South Texas trip was nearly ruined for everyone due to us not being used to that. We were all "wow" I could stay outside all day, you can breathe! And then that night is like "OW" I could die! What the hell? It is not as if we don't get sunburns here in Arkansas, you just won't stay outside long enough to get them also we have trees that naturally occur to shade us. Heh. (My family are ALL from the Plains in Texas so shut up I can tease if I want)

We get the same temps as Texas for the most part, but we don't get to breathe and we don't get relief at night. We will go over 100 degrees on any given day from July to August, we don't have as long a periods of the 100s but we got 'em. I would rather have humidity and green than desert dehydration, it is wonderful for you, yes you, are a born desert dweller. Me? Would die. The end. Everyone complain and write at will, the summer does sucketh for us all no matter where you live except maybe Cali in some parts. I was reading California weather in Cameron's area and their highs are our night time lows. Bastards. Must be nice to really experience Spring but then again I like having 4 distinct seasons no matter how short they seem and some winter days feel like spring and some spring days feel like summer. It would be too weird to open Christmas presents and then go outside and swim but I would like to do it sometime! :)

But luckily, living in the greenhouse state does give you things like this.

That is enough of a weather lesson today here at Special K. Moving on.

Pool is going up in the morning. I gotta go blow up the air mattress, locate the expired suntan lotion and chill my beer. As an aside they are having a Memorial for a 45 year old young man tomorrow (yes 45 is young these days shaddap!!) it just so happens he is also gay. I think we have a great community here in this tiny little bump in the road, our area consists of cowboys, rednecks, elderly and young families they are ALL very religious people so this is huge that they are doing this.

Maybe it is a teeny tiny sign in the world today that acceptance and understanding is getting better.

But sadly the pessimist in me knows better.

Next up: How Drew fought the possum and the possum won and how I took Diurex and pissed myself dry AND a sketch of Special K in her pool with special diagrams and notes. I know. Titillating.

ADDED: Please do not get offended because "OMG she said we were hot and dry and sans trees which means she thinks we are UGLY!!! I am deleting her blog and bitching to my friends and..."
Calm down there..I am not saying that at all. Please don't make me write a post about every state and what is wonderful about them because every state and country has their beauty and also their shitty things.

**P.S. I love Canada ~~except for one person~~ and they aren't around so if you are reading, it isn't you. Promise. I love you. A lot. And your country, I am being serious. Canadians RAWK!!! Want to get married? And play in the snow? Are you seriously convinced yet I REALLY am not making fun of Canada? Really.

...I mean, seriously, you have Moose and beautiful scenery and Tooks (tukes?sp?) and beer and you gave us Michael J Fox and Alan Thicke. You say "eh" and I love Muriel's Wedding, it is like, one of my favorite movies ever!
wait. What? What do you mean Muriel's wedding was filmed in Australia?!
Did I mention that is a nice shirt you are wearing? Love your hair!! Who does it?

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**Burfica just shot coffee out her nose.**

OK IN THE COMMENTS TELL ME WHAT STATE or COUNTRY YOU ARE FROM AND WHAT YOU LOVE AND HATE ABOUT IT!

:pwned

2008-06-05T12:22:00.006-05:00

About 2 weeks ago Christine of former 101 Reasons I hate my husband, currently Real Men Don't Watch American Idol, pondered the question of using debit cards for small purchases and the time it took a gentlemen to use one.

I, of course, defended the right to use a debit card, my reasoning is it takes 1 second to swipe a card and not have to count out money, wait on money to be counted back etc.. etc. and also? Too much damn trouble. If I want cash I can get it right there at said store WITH the debit card. No costly gas trips to the bank, waiting in lines, it is wonderful and best of all, at least for my bank, it is FREE!!!

Besides, come on people have you not seen the Visa Debit card commercials? Time literally STOPS when someone uses cash! Heh.

So she announced a day or two later that I won a pity prize!

I went to my mailbox today and found this.

In case of emergency, peel card

I can now buy a pack of gum and tip a crappy waitress! I can also go to Canada, Mexico, France?!! (sorry I don't remember where they were from now) And probably buy a house or a prostitute, you know how valuable American money is right now.

P.S. Drew will totally be stealing my foreign coinage. The bastard.

In other news I need to ask you a favor all in the sake of keeping Special K from crying in her oatmeal due to low self esteem issues.

I want you to go here and vote for my boob-a-lage.
HINT: The number of the picture to vote for is legal drinking age for most places and it may or may not be yellow with a sexual innuendo.
Then you can vote 2 more times for some other bewbs. Personally I think fake boobs should not be allowed but maybe I am just jealous. Just sayin'.

In other news I am kidlet free! YES!! I stayed up all night, drank a beer and surfed the internet and LOL'd, mayvbe even a few PIMP and WTFBBQ and commented and learned things I never knew possible.

Now that that fun's outta the way I want my babies back. Life is really boring without them.

For instance:
I went to the bathroom to pee and no one was watching.

I drank hot coffee and never once had to worry about taking someone to the E.R. for grabbing it.

Not once did I have to share my food or drink which means no backwash and that is always a good thing people.

I didn't have to wipe anyone's ass but my own.

I watched things on TV that didn't involve yellow spongey characters with a giant pink boob for a best friend.

I slept with my husband. Well, I woulda but see above up all night surfin' internetz.

Empty nest syndrome is SO over rated. ((big sigh)

Especially when you have someone to keep you company while you are on the computer because they can't leave your side, ever, not for one little moment, no matter how exhausted ~~or boring~~ you may be.

Mini Vacay Part 2

2008-06-03T16:37:00.005-05:00

Before I post the rest of the pics I have to tell you that it is nearly 100 degrees outside and I am thankful, no REALLY THANKFUL that we have new air conditioning.

That's all.

WARNING NEXT UP MAY BE TMI FOR SOME INVOLVES A BOIL ON KIDS BUTT!! SCROLL DOWN UNTIL ITS SAFE

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This morning he got up complaining, Nana it hurts, it HURTS while whimpering. I took off his diaper and there it was, angry and red and hard as a rock in the middle with a head. I knew what we were dealing with and I know the only relief you can get is the ointment that draws it out. So we are waiting, if not better by tonight he is going to the doctor in the morning I am not effing around with staph. (note: Boils are all staph infections).

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So to make it better we made "favorites". That is what he calls them, you and I call them "Chocolate No Bakes" made with oats, peanut butter, milk, vanilla, sugar they are sinful and when weather is humid like it is today, they don't set up well, this is when you have to put them in the fridge for the BEST TREAT EVER! I love the consistency of these when they don't set up you have to eat them with a spoon. YUM! But I was a good girl and only had one! Richard Simmons would be proud!

Rylan is almost walking alone. He stood up in the middle of the floor twice. Both times he was mad as hell. LOL As Drew says, he thinks that will get that kid through life, he is very determined and even at 11 months you can see his personality coming through which is good and bad. I see his Mama a lot lately. Quick, call a priest! May the power of Christ compell you!!!!!!

Now on to the pics.
These are all from the wax museum:

Abe look out! Behind you!!!!!!!!!! Damn. Too late.

Paying homage' to Slick Willy and the wife!

Taking a break.

Why does the Queen look like Meryl Streep?

What the fuck was George Hamilton doing back there?

Uh oh looks like there is gonna be a part 3.

Until then kiddos!