Me...

So, I hear they call this a "meme". Writing down a ton of random and useless information about yourself. Here goes my meme:

- I love pickles. Especially with salt on them.

- Speaking of salt, I love it and put it on everything...fruit, veggies, food

- I am completely anal about my hands and feet. They must be manicured at all times.

- I recently discovered that if I stop coloring my hair, I would be completely salt and pepper (which scares the shit out of me).

- I hate driving at night. I really think I have night blindness.

- I am a complete scaredy-cat.

- I am totally in love with both of my children and when I say I could not breath without them, I mean that in the most literal way possible.

- I'm a great cook. Pot roast is my specialty.

- I would rather eat fruit than candy and I don't really care for chocolate. Unless it's mint chocolate, then I'm all about it.

- When I was a kid, I preferred cucumbers to any other snack. To this day, I eat cucumbers for lunch or dinner at least twice a week.

- I like to eat "real" food for breakfast. You know, stew, red beans and rice...etc.

- I have the BEST in laws ever. I really am lucky.

- I had the worst pregnancies you could ever imagine. I wouldn't do it again if you paid me five million dollars.

- I'm totally obsessed and addicted to my Blackberry. I've had one for 7 years; before it was "cool" to have one and I really don't think I could live without it.

- If given the chance, I would personnaly put a bullet in the heads of all people guilty of harming a child.

- I'm a guy's girl. And, I'm not saying that because I am intimidated by other women (which is why a lot of women say this).

- I know just as much, if not more, about football than most men.

- I love T.V. and could not survive without my DVR.

- I could easily be a co-host on The View if given the chance to audition.

- I can drive stick. In fact, only 2 of all of the cars I have driven have been automatic.

- I love the written word. Language Arts. I majored in it in college and scored almost perfect on the verbal section of my SATs. Not bragging, just sayin...

- I have the 2 best best friends in the entire world. That's a fact.

- I'm painfully indecisive but I like making all of the decisions which I'm sure drives my husband insane.

- I'm also a huge procrastinator. I mean, why do today what you can put off until tomorrow, right?

- I have no patience for lazy people. They suck.

- I have a terrible temper. It's one of the things I despise about myself.

- I have strong opinions but I am careful not to force them onto other people. I do not believe in discussing politics or religion at the dinner table.

I could go on, but I am sure this is more than you ever wanted or needed to know about me anyway.

Until next time...CNS

Yesterday, we set out to have a wonderful family day. The weather was cool but not cold and couldy but not rainy. A perfect day in my book. As far as we were concerned, the possibilities were endless.

I had been craving nachos for days so we started at our favorite Mexican restaraunt which the kids were thrilled about. I swear to you, Chloe could survive on beans and queso alone and she would never be sick of it. Hunter was pretty stoked too, hence the pic above of him wearing the top of the tortilla holder as his own mini sombrero. We stuffed our bellies and headed out for the next stop.

I had been itching to take them to this place called "Old McDonald's Farm". It's right down the road from the house which was a major plus since we spend so much of our time on the road in the car. I wanted some place fun but close. I am so tired of spending more time getting to and from places than the time we spend actually enjoying whatever it is we set out to do.

So, back to "Old McDonald's Farm"...it is several acres of land, which houses all different animals in pens. Almost all of these pens are accessible to the kids so that they can pet and feed the animals. It's pretty awesome the watch the kids interact with the animals on such a personal level. I knew my kids would love it, because they are animals lovers just like their parents.

In addition to the petting zoo type stuff, there are also several large playgrounds and horses to ride and rope swings over piles of hay. Just tons of stuff for the kids to do and see. Chloe LOVED riding the ponies. Hunter had a blast chasing down turkeys and peacocks. It was tons of fun and the kids had an awesome time.

Of course, the day would not be complete without at least a little bit of complaining. So, I did become the "most boringest mom EVER. EVER" when I put my foot down about the enormous sand mound that the other kids were playing on. I mean I just couldn't wrap my brain around dealing with pounds of sand on my kids and in my car. Call me crazy. Just a little hiccup though.

UNTIL...

We got back to the car and I noticed that the cash I had sitting right inside my purse was gone.

When we first got to the place and were getting out of the car, Ray handed me like $50 cash and I set it right inside my purse. He saw me and I remember specifically doing it AND where I put it. We searched and searched and searched and it was gone. It is just so freakin' unbelievable to me that people steal from other people. In broad daylight. In the parking lot of a place where you take your children to have a good day; where families go to make memories. What kind of person decides that fifty dollars is worth tarnishing an otherwise joyful day? What type of person comes to the conclusion that it is somehow acceptable for them to steal the hard-earned money of MY family? I just don't get it and I don't think that I ever will. Funny thing is, if you are so desperate for money and you just ASKED me for it, I would probably give it to you. But to just STEAL it...freakin' ridiculous.

And so, we made some amazing memories yesterday that I will NOT allow to be tarnished by some jerk-off with no conscience!

Until next time...CNS

A Day (Or Weekend) In The Life...

This weekend was a weekend I look forward to all year long. My favorite time of year. Mardi Gras. I love it. I love everything about it. The music, the food, the parades, the king cake...the good times.

The very first year we moved to Texas, we didn't make it home for the parade at Cypremort Point on the Saturday before Mardi Gras. I was so miserable and home sick I swore that I would NEVER miss it again. And, we haven't.

So, I spent all day Thursday washing clothes and all morning Friday packing. Ray got off at 3 and I had my truck all packed and ready to go as soon as he got home. We were off by 4 and things were looking good. We hit a little bit of traffic but made the journey with little trouble.

But...and yes, there is always a but...right after we crossed the state line we got a call from my sister in law saying her husband had gotten the stomach bug she had just gotten over and he got so sick he had to call the ambulance. But, he was fine. They were giving him some much needed fluids and some pain medication for the kidney stone he was also struggling with and then sending him home. My mother in law was at the hospital with them without a car and needed a ride home so we offered to pick her up on our way into town and bring her home. We made sure NOT to go anywhere near the hospital because we didn't want any part of whatever it is they were dealing with. This family has its fair share of viruses and I didn't need another one. We picked her up, went home to where everyone else was awaiting us and settled in to a long night of laughing and catching up with the family we so dearly miss. Around 11:30 that night, my sister in law and her newly released husband came by after the hospital. I had a feeling then it was going to get us somehow. You can't come within 100 yards of my kids with a bug without them getting it. But I prayed and brushed it off, eager for the festivities of the next day.

Saturday came and while it was a bit chilly in the morning, the weather was gorgeous and we headed out to the camp at Cypremort Point for a fun filled day. And fun filled it definitely was. The food was awesome, the music was good and the kids had a freakin' blast. I could not have written the story line better. It was an amazing day. Just as I had pictured it. Memories were made. Did I mention that I LOVE Mardi Gras?

On Sunday my mother in law was kind enough to watch Chloe and Hunter so that Ray and I could make the drive down the bayou to Golden Meadow to visit my grandmother. She is in the final stages of pulmonary fibrosis and I am devastated to lose her. So, I made sure that I went to see her and visit with her and talk about all of the memories we have together. And believe me, there are plenty. She and my grandfather are one of the biggest parts of my childhood. I really don't know what life will look like without her. But, that is another post for another time. Suffice it to say, we had a great visit and I am so thankful that I got to go and spend some one on one time with her before she passes on (man, it hurts just to type that and it took me sitting here staring at the keyboard for no less than 5 mins before I could bring myself to).

We got up early Sunday, packed the car and started our journey home. We are always so sad to leave even if we are ready to get back to our own house. It would be just perfect if that house was home in Louisiana instead of Texas but such is life at the moment. We had a fairly uneventful trip back to Houston and I was ready to unpack, do the laundry and get ready to return to life. The fact that we had been exposed to, but not yet contracted that stomach bug never left the back of my mind. I really thought we had dodged a bullet. I really thought that because the whole house had a pretty nasty stomach virus right before Christmas, we would be spared another. Bahahahahahahahahaha. Yeah, bahahahahahahaha.

Right after baths and right before we laid down for the night, Hunter came to me saying "beddy huwt" (belly hurts) and I immediately knew. That started his cycle of projectile vomiting for the evening. Lovely. He stopped around 1:30am and right when I thought I could close my eyes and get some rest, my poor baby girl started stirring. And like I said before, I knew. She started around 2am and I have never seen her that sick. Not in six years worth of tummy bugs. She didn't stop vomiting until around 8 this morning...which is right about the time Ray began to hurl like no human should ever have to. Needless to say, it has been an extremely long and miserable 18 hours and counting. The kids seem to be on the tail end of it and Ray seems to finally be resting. Oh wait, did I mention that the toilet overflowed in the middle of all of it this morning? I am NOT good with stopped up toilets. Not at all. No, I am not lying. As my best friend pointed out, I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to.

For some reason, I still feel ok and have yet to feel the least bit queasy. I am knocking on tons of wood as I type this. But really, I am just waiting for the other show to drop because the only REAL way for this to play out is for me to get deathly ill as well. I mean that's the way it goes in this family, right?

The thing is, I am exhausted and drained and miserable and annoyed but I am so thankful for the wonderful weekend we had at home with family and friends. If we wouldn't have made it home for Mardi Gras we never would have been blessed with the stomach bug, but we also wouldn't have made another year of Mardi Gras memories we can't ever get back. So, all in all I would say it was completely worth it. However, I have not yet gotten sick. My husband and children may beg to differ.

Until next time...CNS