Getting Caught Up

Who knew that taking a week off for vacation would leave me with so much stuff to catch up on when I got back?

I have been working all week to get caught up on last week. I finally got through all the stacks of last weeks junk on my desk yesterday.

Now I have this weeks junk to catch up on. Hopefully I can get it all done today.

If so, then I can catch up on my blog and everybody else's blogs.

1 And 2 Years Ago Today

For the first time in who knows how long, I can remember exactly what I was doing not 1 but 2 years ago today.

2 years ago today, I was eating Blueberry Betty and Geocashing in the middle of nowhere (not at the same time) to try and start contractions. Bobblehead wasn't quite as ready as I was though. MIL was running out of vacation time and was going to have to go home in 3 days if something didn't happen.

1 year ago today, we were in Iowa visiting Hubbs. We took the kids and MIL to the Steamboat Museum in the early afternoon and I think that was the same night Hubbs and Lonnie took me to my first titty bar.

And today? I am sitting at work watching the wind blow and drinking a humongous Red Bull. Strangely, MIL is with the family this year too.

My first paid vacation ever starts on Friday at 5:00 p.m. I am so excited to have a week that I can do whatever I want. Not have to worry about getting to work or getting the kids off to daycare. I can just do whatever, whenever. And still get paid for it.

I have a list of things I am going to do.

I am going to screen my calls and not answer the door. I am going to stay up late, get up like normal because of the boys but be able to take a nap if I want. I am going to get all my crap organized for a yard sale and get the State the rest of the information they need to hopefully get us on State health insurance. I am going to get my hair cut. I am going to take the boys around town and finally show them what makes our little town special to me.

Or I might not do any of it. But that is the best part of vacation. If nothing gets done, so be it! It doesn't matter.

Vegas Baby

I just found out that we are going to Vegas on Friday for the weekend.

The best part???? No kids!!! I am sooo excited. My mom is going to keep both boys over the weekend.

I so need a break.

Hubbs' brother is going to be there this weekend so he called and asked us if we wanted to meet them up there.

We haven't been to Vegas since we got married almost 6 years ago. And I haven't been anywhere at all without at least 1 kid.

This is going to be so much fun.

Mini Vacation

I just realized that MIL has a Walgreens in her town.

That is where we are spending Christmas this year. Snowy Colorado. That is, if we can get over the mountains.

Score! I think I have been in 1 Walgreens my entire life.

I am soooo going shopping while we are there.

I just wish I could remember what other cool stores are in that area.

I guess I should post something

huh? We have been home since Saturday and the poor blog has been neglected.

So sorry. (I am noticing that I apologize a lot lately)

Ugh. Where do I begin.

Well the trip started off okay. We made it to the car around 6:30 in the morning. Stopped at McDonalds on the way to the highway to get the kids breakfast and coffee for me. We made good time to Gallup. I stopped at the Burger King for a pee break (damn that coffee and those Red Bulls) and filled up my gas tank.

We just cruised along until we hit Shiprock. I pulled into town and got stuck in traffic. I didn't move an inch for 2 HOURS! Why? Some stupid political parade. By the time we got out of Shiprock it was pouring rain and the boys were awake and fighting like normal. It rained from there all the way through the mountains to MIL's. It kept raining until we stopped for the night in Aurora (Colorado). Luckily when we got up the next morning the rain had cleared up.

We made it through Denver ok. Dude, those twisty roads are SCARY! The minute we hit Nebraska it started raining again. Nice.

Oh, and it gets better.

We ended up getting a flat tire somewhere in the middle of a corn field. Luckily I found a gas station. Unluckily, the gas station attendant didn't speak much English. When I asked her where the nearest dealership was, she gave me the deer in headlights look and told me, "I don't know what you are telling me".

Huh? Give me a break. Ummm, do you have fix-a-flat? "Don't know". So I finally found the fix-a-flat, put it in the tire and went to find an air machine. Well, I guess I didn't read the directions as well as I though I did.

PSA: If you have to put fix-a-flat in a tire, don't add any air. Your tire will explode. Yes, your tire will look flat still. Just drive around slowly for 10 or so minutes. Fix-a-flat expands when it warms up.

No, my tire didn't explode. Don't worry. Luckily some toothless dude was watching me (shudder...creepy) and ran over to stop me before I added any air. I DO know how to change a tire but I convinced myself that driving on a fix-a-flat'ed tire was better than driving on my doughnut tire. Plus changing the tire would have required more time and attracted much more attention. Seriously, how often do you see a chick changing her own tire? I didn't want to give the creepy guys more reason to gawk.

So now we are back driving. And driving. And driving. The plan was to meet Hubbs in Lincoln but with all the potty breaks, and then the tire incident, we were still hours away from Lincoln. Hubbs was so excited to get to see us, he drove all the way to Aurora (Nebraska) to meet us. We caravan'd (spelling??) the rest of the way to Sioux City.

So that's the story about getting there. Later I will tell about what we did while we were there and then the drive home.

Semi-Vacation

On Saturday, the boys and I are driving to Colorado to pick up MIL and possibly stepFIL. From their house, we are going to see Hubbs in Iowa. We wont be back home until the next Saturday, maybe even Sunday.

No shit? No shit.

I am excited but kinda not. I really miss Hubbs and want to see him but Iowa is so far away. We are driving the whole way.

Why not fly? Because I don't trust my kids. Especially in such a huge place with so many people around to irritate. Plus I am a chicken and am scared to fly.

I can't wait to actually get there. It will be 8 or 9 days that I can pawn the boys off on their grandparents, whenever I feel like it. I can actually go out to dinner with Hubbs without worrying whether or not I will get too drunk to find my Mommy Hat when the kids need me.

I think one night I will leave the boys with MIL and check out a strip club. **ducks** I have never been to one and am curious. Ssshhhhh, don't tell my mom.

BUT......I am going to miss my computer. I am on a roll with my book, as long as the boys are sleeping or not making an assload of noise.

I am going to miss my dogs. Even as stupid as they are.

I am going to miss work. Yeah, I am going to miss it a lot. Tomorrow I will try to remember to post about why I love my work.