Sunday, January 14, 2007

Bon Voyage!

I am in Galveston, Texas, right now at the hotel. Our shuttle will pick us up at 11:30 this morning so we can go stand in line (for hours!) to board the ship. I am so excited I can hardly stand it!

Meg, if you are reading this, please send me an email because I don't have your new address with me.

Have fun, everyone!

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Friday, January 12, 2007

I'm Outta Here

Slowly and carefully, I'm outta here. We are under an ice storm warning. For those of you who pray, please pray for our safety since we are leaving this evening. We'll be driving on ice for quite some time before we can get out of this storm.

Everybody have a great time while I'm gone, and I'll check back in after a week of fun and relaxation! (Are you jealous yet?)

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

Witty Title Goes Here

Knock knock.
Who's There.
Dwain who?
Dwain the bathtub, I'm drowning!!

Well, I'm not actually in the bathtub, but I do feel like I'm drowning. It's the off-season for bows right now, but the "bow lady" called and asked if I could help do some headbands. No problem. Heh. Except that the @*#!* glue won't stick. So every. single. one. I do has to be redone. And redone again. Right now the first 78 headbands I've done are sitting in my closet trying to stay warm amongst all of the clothes. I will have to re-glue at least 65 of those. We've figured out that it's too cold in my house for the glue to stick. Well, turning up the heat defeats the purpose of making extra money doing these headbands if I have to use all the money to pay my electric bill. I've tried various things to help: putting them in the bathroom with the bathroom heater running, setting a fan to blow on them, even putting them on the drying rack in my dryer. The dryer works great--until I take them out and put them away, thinking they're finished. They're finished all right. Finished sticking together.

But, my friends, there is one thing looming larger than headbands that won't cooperate. A cruise. Not just any cruise, either. My very first ever cruise. Accompanied by The Hubster, my best (unrelated) friend, and her husband. Did you catch that there were no kids mentioned in that list? (I just embarrassed myself by letting out a very weird squeal. The Hubster just shook his head and went back to watching TV.)

Even though I am incredibly excited, I am sad and a little nervous about leaving my children for 8 days. They are staying with my sister, so I know they will have a great time and will be just fine. I'm missing Drama Queen's first gymnastics meet, though, a fact she reminds me of daily. To assuage my guilt and to primarily help Drama Queen make it through without us (she doesn't do change well--just like her mother), I've written notes to both children for each day that we will be gone. Maybe that and the promise of souvenirs will help them adjust.

All of this is to say that I will be MIA for the next couple of weeks. I may be able to post a blurb here and there in the next couple of days, but I doubt I'll have time to visit anyone. Sorry, folks! I'll make it up to you when I get back.

The water is rising again, so it's back to headbands/packing/feeling guilty.
bubble, glub, bubble

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Thursday, January 04, 2007

Off and Running

I was asleep, enjoying every snore-free moment since The Hubster was already gone to work. My sleep was interrupted by the doorbell, followed immediately by my dogs barking incessantly. I flew out of bed and scrambled to throw on some clothes, any clothes, all the while thinking "What day is it? What. Day. Is. It?!?!"

Turns out it was 7:30 this morning, which is, of course, Thursday. A work day. I had two children standing on my front porch waiting for me to open the door so their parents could go to work. Karate Kid's ride was waiting out front to take him to school. Except he was still in bed sound asleep too. I ran in to wake him up, and he convinced me to let him stay home since he hadn't been feeling well anyway. Worked for me!

As soon as everyone got in the door, I went to put in my contacts--and scratched my eye. I am now wearing my glasses that I got when either Karate Kid or Drama Queen was born. I'm not sure which child it was, but I know they are 9 years old at a minimum, but more likely 12 years old. And let me tell you, stylish they are not.

Today was only the second day ever that I've had to take one of the girls to preschool. Thankfully my friend met me there and stayed in the parking lot so I could just run her in without having to take everyone in with me. The down side was that we had to wait for one little boy to be dropped off at the house before we could go. He arrived (late) with a dirty diaper. It took us an hour to get all of the errands run, so we were treated to the refreshing aroma of Ode de Poop the entire time.

So that's the joy that has been my day. How about you? I bet yours seems much better now by comparison, doesn't it? What can I say? I'm just that kind of friend.

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