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Stop The Presses! Alert The Media!

Three posts in a row? What the hell is going on here? My insomnia. That's what's going on here. Gah.

When I used to stay with my Gramma during the summers, I hated it. She lived in a town that, at the time, had oh, I don't know, 3000 people in it. By "in it" I mean half lived on farms on the outskirts of town. It was rinkydink. One stoplight that blinked at 10pm during the week and 5pm on Sundays. You blink, you miss it. It does have a Subway and Hardee's though. The Pizza Hut went out of business though I don't see how that is humanly possible. They make the best gut rot pizza around. Hello?! Anyway....small towns suck when you're a teenager. When you get older? You appreciate the hard work that goes into the community. There was a parade while we were up there this weekend and it took me back to the Threshing Day parades Gramma and I would watch together. They threw out candy way back then to the kids and I was thrilled to see they still do. This wa…

The Whole Fam Damily

There was a reunion whilst we were camping (and by we, I mean they)(and by they I mean The Captain and the boy because Peanut and I stayed at Great Gramma's). It was Papa and Gramma's 60th anniversary and all the kids, grandkids, great grandkids and the one and only great great grandkid came to help celebrate. Enjoy all that is midwestern, familial and fun:

Monkey Boy, Me, Puffy (my BIL), Fluffy (my SIL), my MIL, The Captain, my FIL, Tonya and Pedro Juan (my BIL) with Echo in front and McNaya (my niece) in her daddy's arms. The happy couple in front of our brood is, of course, Gramma and Papa. Where is Peanut you may ask. She was preoccupied....
...napping under the table. She was getting crabtastic so I told her to lay down and take a nap. She listens to me sometimes.
My BIL, Puffy, getting practice in with the great great grandkid of the family. Puffy and Fluffy are going to have a baby in March. Maybe February. But not Leap Day if Fluffy can help it.
This one's for S…

So Ya Went Camping Huh?

Yes. Yes I did. For one night. I got my period on Day 2 and that's all that needs to be said on that. Sorry for the no warning guys (do any guys even read this blog? I don't think so but anyway, sorry).

In the back is the entrance to the property. I think we topped out at 3 miles an hour in the car going through here. Rebels. That's us.
Thank goodness Dad went through with his truck and patted the grass down for us cause I really thought we were just guessing on where to drive.

Our cute little tent. Next time, we're going bigger. Oh God, I said next time. Don't let my husband or father in law see that.

This is my father in law's tent. For him. One person. This is more along the lines of what we should have next time. You could fit Playland in there. I think everyone should bring a trailer with when camping. Especially if you have a two year old who can't quite put it together how her brother can get out but she can't. P.S. Thanks for the thoughts and "…

Well, Well, Well

Lookie here, I'm blogging. I'm also taking a break from Canasta. Where should I be though? Packing. Packing clothes for me and the kids. I'm fairly certain I can get it done in a few minutes when I go upstairs. I have a few more Red Threes to get. Right. Camping. With a 4 1/2 year old and 2 1/2 year old. No internet access. For 4 days. Pray for me. Drink for me. Do whatever you feel is needed to ensure that I return safely and soundly. Thanks internet and my 4 faithful readers.

The husband thinks we should leave the large legos at home. Thinks they may put a hole in the tent floor.

::blink:: ::blink::

Um, isn't a tent meant for the rugged outdoors? Did we get a sissy tent? I don't think so. It's a damn Coleman. It will survive the children and dare I say, it would survive the Legos as well. It's neither here nor there because they are staying home. I'm the sissy. I don't want to risk the tear in the tent and have to admit that he was right and I was wr…

Where In The World Is Everyone?

Wait, that's not right. I'm the one that's missing. I tell myself everyday, "Self, you really need to blog. It's been a few weeks. Your 4 readers may begin to wonder where you've been. They may not. Never the less, you must blog. You're holding too much in. There's some stuff in there that needs to come out. Tell them about the British Lady and the "no fly list". Gosh Josh's birthday and your 11 drinks. Transformers and your crazies. So many things bouncing off the walls in your head. BLOG WOMAN!"

Well here I am blogging. Apologizing for my lapse in posting. I got nothing when it comes to excuses. My kids? Same old boring excuse. Work? Psh, nah.

I'm lazy.

There. I've said it. Don't hate me.

We're going camping this weekend. With the kids. Should be scaryinteresting fun. Have I learned nothing from The Dad? I'm a glutton for punishment I suppose.