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November 18, 2006
M Go Blow!
Praise Be Sweet Jesus!
Thank you Dear Lord for letting The Ohio State beat U of M today. Amen.
And to all of my Michigan fan Friends. Ne ner ne ner ne ner.
Posted by bugg at 07:06 PM | Comments (2)
November 17, 2006
rambling rose
I've had a lot to say lately and no time to say it. So, now while I have a few minutes I will try to spew it out and get it out of my system.
First off, I have watched Days of Our Lives on and off since birth, because my mother always watched it. I watched it more sporadically after college when I went to work. It seemed to get dumber and dumber with more ridiculous dialogue and plot lines than I could handle. So I used to see it once every few months for a few minutes here and there for many years. The sad thing is I still knew what was going on after just a couple of minutes. And let me just say that is one seriously incestuous show, everyone is somehow related and doing it. I digress. Anyway, now that I am home with the kids I leave the TV on for noise during the day. So sometimes I hear DOOL dialogue. Many times things they say make me snort with laughter because they are so ridiculous. But I do believe yesterday took the cake.
In 35 years I have hears the statement "Something's happened to Marlana", more times than I can count. So, when that sentence hit my ear I perked up a little and had to come watch for a few minutes.
Ok, here goes, the dumbest thing on TV:
Marlana and John were on their way to Canada to pick up a serum (only in a soap opera) to save Kayla's life. But somewhere over Manitoba the plane was suddenly too heavy and before John could stop her, Marlana parachuted out into the cold, snowy, densely forested Canadian outback, without any supplies. But lo and behold she found a cabin and was rescued by none other than Smokey Robinson, who happened to be there chopping his own wood, completely alone with no servants, family, friends, body guards, or working phone line.
Uh, yah.
Just let that sink in a little.
Then add to it that John managed to get the serum, fly back to Salem and get the meds to the hospital just in time for Kayla to die, but Steve's (her husband who has lost his memory) kiss brought her back from the dead.
I had a headache after that. I think it was part of my brain dying from the stupidity. I feel like Sponge bob when he touched the ball of confusion.
Next segment.... the Big Move
After we packed up our 24' moving truck and car that we were towing to the absolute limit, seriously we couldn't have stuffed one more thing in if we tried, we left Seattle around 7pm on a Friday night. Little Bear had gotten his new wheelchair that day and I had a stiff, sore neck that was excruciating. I cried all the way to Tacoma.
We made it to my father-in-laws about 10pm that night. We unloaded the 5 cats and three dogs into their garage for the night and put the kids to sleep. Then I took a hardcore muscle relaxer for my neck and passed out. Thank God father-in-law was helping with the drive because that muscle relaxer made me loopy.
The next morning we packed up everyone, minus our one cat Amber. Step-mother-in-law fell instantly in love with her and she was much happier staying there. Amber was an alley cat who had several litters of kittens. I brought her in and got her spayed then was going to try to find a home for her but no one wanted her so we kept her for six years. She was a great cat but our other cats never accepted her and were mean to her all the time. She basically had to live her life under our coffee table or under Little Bear’s bed. It made me feel bad. So as sad as I was to leave her she is thrilled with her new home, and that makes me happy.
The rest of the trip was uneventful until we got to Blythe, in the middle of the desert. We stopped for lunch then got back on the road to finish the last few hours of our trip. And that is the exact moment that the air conditioning decided to stop working.
In the desert.
In August.
In 115 degree heat.
In a van with back windows that won’t open.
With 4 cats, three dogs and two children.
With no place to stop.
I was in the back with the kids and animals, Grumpy was driving and his dad was driving the truck. We had to leave dad in the dust and make some time because there was no place to stop and it got up to 126 in the back where we were sitting.
Grumpy called his step dad in Mesa to tell him the problem and to ask for him to come meet us somewhere. Then a few minutes later step dad called back and said the traffic would be too bad during rush hour for him to come out and for us to basically suck it up and tough it out. He had no idea how dire our situation was becoming.
Grumpy was driving at least 90 and my anxiety was rising quickly. All of the animals were panting very hard, the baby was turning very red and Little Bear started turning white. I was pouring water on everyone and sweating and freaking out and starting to get hysterical. One cat started to puke and pee in her carrier. Little Bear started getting listless and I started crying.
After about an hour we finally found a place to stop. It was paradise.
Tonopah, Arizona.
We pulled into the gas station and I almost passed out from the blast of cold air that hit me when I went inside. Sobbing, I told that cashier our story and he told us to bring everyone inside immediately. Dog, cats, kids, everyone. He gave us cold water and a place to hang out. Thankfully, after about 15 minutes everyone seemed to recover.
As relieved as we were to be there, Grumpy was furious at his step dad for blowing us off. We still had over an hour to drive and we surely would hit rush hour traffic prolonging our torture. Grumpy called mom. Mom called step dad explained the full gravity of the situation and he rushed out to get us. He felt horrible about not coming the first time. He just didn’t realize how bad it was getting.
In the end step dad and Grumpy drove the van. Dad took the cats in the moving truck and I took step dad’s jeep with kids and dogs and we finished the last leg of our move to Satan’s asshole, I mean Mesa, Arizona.
We were here for one week then we left on another road trip. But, I’ll tell you all about that later.
Posted by bugg at 07:25 AM | Comments (0)
November 06, 2006
we have a crawler
We are in trouble now. Little Duck has been rocking back and forth on his knees, scooting, and doing downward dog for a couple of weeks and today he really figured it out all out. He crawled all over the place and even made it from the family room to the living room. This afternoon I caught him pulling himself up to an almost standing position.
We are screwed.
Posted by bugg at 08:58 PM | Comments (2)
November 03, 2006
time is not on my side
Well, Halloween is over, my mother was here and has gone and later today my mother-in-law and I are taking the kids to California for the weekend to visit their great grandparents. They have only met Little Bear once and they have never seen Little Duck.
Little Duck is the baby's new nickname beacuse he has ducky fuzz for hair. You'll see. I'm going to put new pics on the Flikr site in a few minutes.
I still have so much to tell you from the move until now. It has been a crazy time here.
I am finally caught up with the unpacking and bills and everything else, since we sold the condo earlier this month - yeah, thank god! And I will have time to blog away when I get back from California.
Have a great weekend, and I'll catch up with you on Monday.
Posted by bugg at 07:09 AM | Comments (1)