Before I go on, I’ll just say that I, myself, am buying THE BOOK for every punk kid I know for Christmas. It’s so very entertaining; me and Cheyenne will sit around for an hour, taking turns reading different and disgusting historical facts to each other…
Good times, good times.
This weekend Caleb is going out of town–to a wedding! Alas, we decided months ago that I’ll need to stay here with the three pesky dogs and make sure they don’t tear up the furniture or crap all over the carpet…what was that other thing? Oh, yeah. The kids. Gotta watch them, too. Flying everyone down is way too expensive, and I am NOT getting in that car for another 20 hour driving adventure.
So, it’s just me. And the girls. And the beasts. I’ve decided to make this weekend totally awesome by doing some early Christmas shopping; taking Cheyenne to malls she has never known…there’s rumored to be one in Oklahoma City that has CARS in the food court that you can sit in while you eat your Chick-fil-A waffle fries. In this alleged supermall, there’s also an indoor playground bigger than the Mia is used to going to; fun for the whole family. Now that’s quality time–the mall.
Back to the subject of the wedding, a friend of ours, well sort of a buddy of Caleb’s from way back, is finally tying the knot–this guy is such a sweetie; he let our entire family stay at his house in Mississippi for 3 weeks while Hurricane Ivan hit and bit our town a few years back. I will never forget his kindness; Mia was only 1 month old, and I was lactating and hormonal. He wasn’t the list bit phased or skeeved out by my physical and emotional state–he made us all so comfortable. So congratulations to this man and his new wife.
Speaking of weddings, my sister and her HUSBAND (!) did make it back from their sweet honeymoon in Switzerland and Italy. Haven’t gotten a chance to look through all the pictures, but the ones I saw were fabulous. I’m so glad they went, and that they went now; they’re young and free and they really enjoyed themselves. No worrying about the kiddies (or the dogs!) back home…being fit and fabulous enough to march themselves up, down, over, around…
I want to one day be able to take Caleb on a trip. We’ve toyed with the idea of a cruise…you know, to Cozumel, the Bahamas…those type of places…but what we really want is Ecuador! The Galapagos! Chile! Peru! Other destination picks include but are not limited to:
- Ireland. We both want to go here. Have checked out walking and biking tours through the countryside; know someone that has actually done that, and it sounds like the way to go.
- Italy. I know they say things are never the same when you go back to a place, and I believe that, but still. How could such a wonderful place be anything but fun? I’d say here, I’d like to go to Assissi (entire town made of stones and bricks, home of St. Frances and his kajillion monks), Capri (specifically Anacapri–where I’d been camping many times as a young, obnoxious girl scout–and The Blue Grotto, which is, gosh, so beautiful), Vesuvius, Pompei (did I spell that right?) and Florence (This is the one city that we never made it to; and the one I think I probably would have enjoyed the most–all that ART!)
Hmmm…and I did read somewhere that everyone must, at some point in their lives, visit a 3rd World country. So I’ll pick one of those and add it to my list for a life-changing experience. If anyone out there has any insight as far as a vacation like that, I’d love to hear about it–have you ever been to a third world country, for vacation, church trip, etc? Where did you go? How did you get there? What was it like? And mostly, were you afraid? Curious.
Okay. Enough ramblings for today. Have a happy Wednesday people.