We interrupt the non-stop posts about road trips to bring you this:
I'm pretty sure this is what The Man hears when I'm on about something or other.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
FIRE! (And Other Stuff From Our Drive)
Twice yesterday we were delayed by a fire near the freeway in the Los Angeles area. The first one was right next to us on the 60, and we had to turn around in the middle of the freeway and reverse course. That added another 45 minutes to the drive. BUT, we made it!
The second was near the Getty Center as my mom and I were continuing our journey to my hometown after dumping the kids with my sister in law. The fire was mostly out, but it was A FIRE! We MUST STOP AND LOOK! The fire! It's out, but we might still see something exciting! Sigh. Another 45 minute delay, and mom and I made it home finally at 11pm. I promptly decided to...zzzzzzzzzzzz.
I came back down to L.A. this afternoon and enjoyed hamburgers bbq'd by MamaDB. Tomorrow, the circus!!
I have about nine hundred thousand pics on my camera, and just need time to get them onto my laptop.
An aside: at the hotel on Wednesday morning, the TV was carrying HLN's Showbiz Tonight coverage of the Michael Jackson funeral/tribute. After ten minutes of gushing and crying and accolades, Loodle, at the ripe old age of 6.5, turns to me and says,
"Why are they doing ALL THIS when just one person died?"
My reply, keeping in mind my opinion of the non-stop coverage from minute one: "Well, first, let me say, you've hit the nail right on the head. Secondly, and more compassionately, he was a very famous man and beloved by people in all countries, and he died too young."
That makes up for my callous disregard, doesn't it?
The second was near the Getty Center as my mom and I were continuing our journey to my hometown after dumping the kids with my sister in law. The fire was mostly out, but it was A FIRE! We MUST STOP AND LOOK! The fire! It's out, but we might still see something exciting! Sigh. Another 45 minute delay, and mom and I made it home finally at 11pm. I promptly decided to...zzzzzzzzzzzz.
I came back down to L.A. this afternoon and enjoyed hamburgers bbq'd by MamaDB. Tomorrow, the circus!!
I have about nine hundred thousand pics on my camera, and just need time to get them onto my laptop.
An aside: at the hotel on Wednesday morning, the TV was carrying HLN's Showbiz Tonight coverage of the Michael Jackson funeral/tribute. After ten minutes of gushing and crying and accolades, Loodle, at the ripe old age of 6.5, turns to me and says,
"Why are they doing ALL THIS when just one person died?"
My reply, keeping in mind my opinion of the non-stop coverage from minute one: "Well, first, let me say, you've hit the nail right on the head. Secondly, and more compassionately, he was a very famous man and beloved by people in all countries, and he died too young."
That makes up for my callous disregard, doesn't it?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Notes From the Road
DAY 1:
Hey, when you've got a slow leak in one of your tires, it's best to get that checked out BEFORE you leave on your three day driving trip. Cause guess what? It's gonna leak. Luckily, we ran into Clint, a lovely young man in... I don't know, SOMEWHERE in West Texas, who diagnosed a cracked valve stem in under 10 minutes. $12 later, we were back on the open road.
Hey, when you've got a kid who still needs pull-ups at night, it's good to stop every 27 miles to use the bathroom. Of course, when you just stopped 10 minutes ago and she pipes up that she's had an accident in her seat, it's not good to try and figure out how in the every loving hell that can happen. It IS good to simply wad up that fancy pink skirt and underwear and throw it away at a truck stop with absolutely NO REGRET.
Hey, after a gigantic flip out temper tantrum, it's good to apologize to your children, and your mother, and go soak in the hot tub for a while. In theory.
DAY 2:
Our waiter killed a cricket loudly and proudly in the booth next to ours by smashing it with his order pad.
THE END
Hey, when you've got a slow leak in one of your tires, it's best to get that checked out BEFORE you leave on your three day driving trip. Cause guess what? It's gonna leak. Luckily, we ran into Clint, a lovely young man in... I don't know, SOMEWHERE in West Texas, who diagnosed a cracked valve stem in under 10 minutes. $12 later, we were back on the open road.
Hey, when you've got a kid who still needs pull-ups at night, it's good to stop every 27 miles to use the bathroom. Of course, when you just stopped 10 minutes ago and she pipes up that she's had an accident in her seat, it's not good to try and figure out how in the every loving hell that can happen. It IS good to simply wad up that fancy pink skirt and underwear and throw it away at a truck stop with absolutely NO REGRET.
Hey, after a gigantic flip out temper tantrum, it's good to apologize to your children, and your mother, and go soak in the hot tub for a while. In theory.
DAY 2:
Our waiter killed a cricket loudly and proudly in the booth next to ours by smashing it with his order pad.
THE END
Monday, July 6, 2009
On the Road Again
We're off on our cross country road trip! Today, we drive approximately 437 hours to El Paso, Texas. I'm pretty sure we'll make it by nightfall. Wish me, or more importantly my kids, luck that we all survive in a van together. I'm hoping my mom's presence will temper any violence that I'm tempted to whip out on everyone.
Wish us luck!!
Wish us luck!!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
We Need An Intervention
Y'all. Please help me talk some sense into The Man. He's teetering on the brink of insanity.
First, we had this:
Then, last week or so, we had this, and you all weighed in:
(some of you claimed to like it, and now I'm thinking I have to block you from my blog)
I must clarify that after the beard photo was taken, and The Man was told he needed to clean it up, there was a shaving of the beard down to a goatee. While it wasn't my favorite, it was growing on me. However, after a business trip to LA on Wednesday, The Man came home looking like this:
Dude, biker gangs are SO 70's.
On the plus side, if they somehow bring back Jeff Bridges' character in the next IronMan movie, The Man is a surefire stand-in:
First, we had this:
Then, last week or so, we had this, and you all weighed in:
(some of you claimed to like it, and now I'm thinking I have to block you from my blog)
I must clarify that after the beard photo was taken, and The Man was told he needed to clean it up, there was a shaving of the beard down to a goatee. While it wasn't my favorite, it was growing on me. However, after a business trip to LA on Wednesday, The Man came home looking like this:
Dude, biker gangs are SO 70's.
On the plus side, if they somehow bring back Jeff Bridges' character in the next IronMan movie, The Man is a surefire stand-in:
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy Fourth of July
Hope you all have a fun weekend planned. We're going to a pool party thrown by The Man's coworker, whose only instructions for what to bring were "alcohol". Should be fun for the kids!
In the evening, we're off to watch the fireworks that are shot from a nearby stadium, where they will have an orchestra playing patriotic symphony music. We'll be miles away in a mall parking lot, sitting in lawn chairs and eating marshmallows, but I'm sure we'll get the same effect.
Why marshmallows? When Boodle was around 3, we took her to her first fireworks show, and she insisted that we bring marshmallows. We were confused, but complied. When we got there, she seemed confused, and we then discovered that she had yet to discern the difference between "fireworks" and "campfire". The tradition has held for the last 5 years.
Other than that, my weekend will be filled with frantic packing, planning and shopping. Boodle inexplicably has grown out of all the pants that I bought her in January. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Me neither. I hope this isn't a trend or anything.
Be safe everyone. Enjoy your holiday weekend. No matter your current political world view, please remember that this country rocks. Happy Fourth of July!!
In the evening, we're off to watch the fireworks that are shot from a nearby stadium, where they will have an orchestra playing patriotic symphony music. We'll be miles away in a mall parking lot, sitting in lawn chairs and eating marshmallows, but I'm sure we'll get the same effect.
Why marshmallows? When Boodle was around 3, we took her to her first fireworks show, and she insisted that we bring marshmallows. We were confused, but complied. When we got there, she seemed confused, and we then discovered that she had yet to discern the difference between "fireworks" and "campfire". The tradition has held for the last 5 years.
Other than that, my weekend will be filled with frantic packing, planning and shopping. Boodle inexplicably has grown out of all the pants that I bought her in January. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Me neither. I hope this isn't a trend or anything.
Be safe everyone. Enjoy your holiday weekend. No matter your current political world view, please remember that this country rocks. Happy Fourth of July!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
And Next Week, I Shall Become Insignificant
In the face of these fine folks,
how am I to even dare compete for my kids' affections? I might as well prop a cardboard cutout of myself in the corner of Tiffany's living room for all the attention my kids will pay me in July.
We're coming, guys! Soon!!!
how am I to even dare compete for my kids' affections? I might as well prop a cardboard cutout of myself in the corner of Tiffany's living room for all the attention my kids will pay me in July.
We're coming, guys! Soon!!!
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