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We're Calling It A Vacation

but we all know that's not what we'll be calling it when we get back. The husband and I are taking our heathens loverly children to the Dells for a week. Grandma Dorothy had a time share and instead of losing the week, my father in law offered it to us. We decided to do this place because really, who wants to fly with the aforementioned children? Not me, that's for damn sure.

In theory, we have the following on the idea board whilst frolicking in the winter wonderland of central Wisconsin: Snow tubing, igloo making (that's what the boy calls it), swimming (indoors of course, we aren't that insane), snowball fights, grilling outside, sledding, etc.

In what I like to call reality, we have the following on call for us: meltdowns, crying, snowballs in the face, meltdowns, falling off sleds, crying, knocked over walls in igloos, meltdowns, DVDs not working, she won't share the Wii, he hit me, meltdowns.

Positive thinking isn't doing shit for me.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

It'll be fun. Really, it will be. I have the video camera and digital camera packed. Well, that's not true, I haven't got shit packed. That's what tomorrow is for: laundry, packing for four people for 8 days, working a shift in the evening and not forgetting anything. Oh yes, tomorrow is going to be F-U-N fun.

Wish me luck.


oh yeah, I'm making an attempt at 365 Blogging. How sincere that attempt is remains to be seen. If I've read the "rules" correctly, I can "old school" blog on paper and post it when I get back to civilization. Good times, they're all good times.

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