Crazy Dreams

So, last night I had a this crazy vivid dream...I was with my bff (the one who claims never to have read my blog...maybe this will be some inspiration). Anyway, said bff asked me if I wanted to go shopping for cake batter. Before my brain could process her invitation, my sweet tooth had already said yes. So, she comes and picks me up in a little pod car. Literally, this thing looked like a hard boiled egg rolling down my driveway. I squeezed in the pod car cartoon style and off we went. Next thing I knew we were off in a great big horsiecopter (yes, that would be a helicopter fitted for horses to be on board too complete with personal stall staterooms - think Titanic with an overhead rudder - not quite sure how this transition took place). I was concerned about where this cake batter shopping spree was taking me. Next thing I knew, MO bff said to me thank goodness we got the extra weight allowance added to this bird so the big horse could come. Clearly there was some sort of standard weight limit we were exceeding with the new BIG horse. (I never said this would make sense...or maybe its some "you need to lose weight" subliminal message). We got to our destination (which for the record resembled a big city like...Raleigh or Greenville) and I was so overly distracted by the fact that I hadn't packed an overnight bag that I totally missed the cake batter shopping spree and the horse thingamabob. So, I guess it just goes to show that I'm overly obsessed with going someplace that I'm missing the journey I'm on...and maybe need a smaller, more environmentally friendly, car...okay, maybe not on that one.

Recent Travels

Why is it when I have two children, a 100 lb car seat, a dinosaur stroller (big and bulky and yes, that old), a diaper bag, a travel bag, dvd players, snacks, games, and a whole bunch of other crap to get from point A to point B, travel doesn't go very smoothly? For instance, summer of 07 I took my sweet kids (ages 3 and 9 months) to Seattle. This idea, in itself, can make the faint of heart turn white and collapse. However, I, with my good idea jeans on, decided to go forth. Long story short, we got delayed for 4 hours in Raleigh - 2 at the gate and 2 on the tarmac in a 90 degree plane. After all that, flight ended up being canceled, spent the night at a hotel in Raleigh because it wasn't worth the trek home with all our gear only to turn around again 6 hours later. Next day, got up and got to Seattle (I made that sound MUCH easier than it actually was). On the return trip, bad weather got us rerouted to Tulsa to sit and wait out thunderstorms in Dallas. By the time we got to Dallas, missed connection and last leg was so overbooked it wasn't even worth trying. So, again, hotel room. Nightmare travel for anyone... So, coming full circle with my story...I just got back from a quick weekend trip to Seattle to meet my fabulous new nephew Leandro...I traveled by myself. I had a small carryon with a book, couple of magazines, a sweater, and a snack (you know, in case I got stuck anywhere for extended amounts of time). My bag neatly fit under the seat in front of me with room to spare for my feet. I ordered a drink. Got to sip it while reading my book instead of slugging it down praying I could finish it before it was toppled over by a flailing baby hand. I small talked with my neighbors instead of apologizing. I got to use the bathroom with the door closed and locked because I didn't have to worry about fitting three people in a cramped space. I got to eat my entire snack and didn't even have to give up the KitKat to puppy eyes. I got to watch - as bad as it was - the inflight movie all the way through! I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep just because it felt so good and...I could. It was a wonderful, relaxing, travel experience. I don't know though...nothing beats watching the wonder and excitement of a child on an airplane...okay, maybe some peace and quiet and a drink with a good book, might beat that out, but only by a slight margin of course.

Had a great trip! Cheers to Michael and Cassia for making Jason and I such a fabulous, adorable, GOOD SLEEPER, nephew! He's a sweetie. Enjoy...before Dalton gets his hands on him. ; )

As if one wasn't enough...

So, since my life goes 500 different directions all the time, I figured...why not add a new blog? Okay, so here's my thinking...one is all about me. One is all about the other me...the mom me. ; ) Check it out at www.boycrazymommy.blogspot.com ; )

Happy New Year 2009!

Well, what a blur life has been since my last post. Thanksgiving all the way through New Years. So, much happened between Santa coming down the chimney and gobbling up his non-marshmellow cookies (because for the record, Santa DOES NOT like Christmas tree shaped marshmellows stuck in the frosting of his sugar cookie), to celebrating the birth of Jesus, to wallowing with family after some fabulous meals, and toasting many, many times to family, friends and the Holiday Season. And, of course, Lee turning...well...put it this way, it was an age that prompted a rocking party up at the hoppin' spot in SH.

So, here we are...2009. Really, where does the time go? Sadly, I almost didn't make to midnight on New Years. I made the fatal mistake of getting a little too festive a little too early which landed me on the couch adding another head for the babysitter to take care of (I think I was #10) at around 11:15. Long story short, I not only made it to midnight to bring in the new year, but I also was able to perform with my kick ass band the VP's! I know our style was not for everyone that evening, but then again, not everyone loves Ozzy now do they? So, blah, blah, blah, here we are in the new year.

So, now, y'all are caught up.

Happy New Year. May it be a good one.