Finally here...

Well, the time has come...

My summer vacation weekend is this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited to get out of my house and away from this town! I've been so busy taking care of grandparents and family drama that I can't wait to get away from it for three and a half days! Hopefully, my vacation weekend will not involve too much of the other side's family drama, since I'm going to my cousin's wedding, whom we haven't seen in 13 years!
I don't think there will be drama, I just know that there will be more things to do than I know about so far, and I'm okay with that, because I'll be on vacation!
I'm so excited for my cousin, and excited to see her and her three sons, who I've never met, and her parents, who we saw about a year ago. Plus, I love weddings.
On top of all this, we get to fly over there, which means I'll be taking my three year old on an airplane! He's soooooo excited to fly in an airplane! We've been talking about it for two months, and he is just busting at the seams knowing that we leave tomorrow and fly out on Saturday! :) Of course, I don't know which one he's more excited about... flying on the airplane, or knowing that Grandmama will be there, too! He's so funny!
So, being as this is the first time I've flown with a child, any tips for this momma? We are bringing a cup for him so that he can pop his ears when we take off and land, but we'll have to buy the apple juice once we get to the airport and check in. We're taking his car seat, so that we can have a familiar one for the rental car, and because it's an hour flight and that's going to be the best way to keep him in his seat. I'm probably going to bring my iPod for him to listen to, and maybe even a portable DVD player so that he has something to look at while we wait to board and maybe even for the actual flight, I don't know. Anything that I've missed?

You Wanna Piece of Me?

When I was growing up, we were outside a lot, and my dad never had enough hair to cover all over the top of his head. Thus, he had a couple of sunburns… and when there are sunburns, there are days of peeling. My mother is a meticulous woman who also has a thing for peeling skin. My dad wasn’t the only one that she would attack, either. All of us were susceptible to her peeling fingers. Lots of people think that peeling skin is disgusting, but my mom and I think of it as a challenge, to see who can get the biggest piece off without breaking it. My sister didn’t really like it, nor did my daddy, but I took after my mother. And in fact, my mother and I would fight over who would get to peel the burnt one first.

But, now, I’ve moved out of my parents’ house and am at home almost all by myself, with no one in my house that thinks like my mother and me. My husband is of the camp that thinks it’s disgusting, and my son isn’t old enough to know how to help.

The worst part is that I got burnt last week, and I started peeling the other day. I had to call my mom, because my husband wouldn’t peel my back, and I couldn’t reach all the spots that were coming off in sheets. Then my lower back started peeling yesterday. I still can’t reach all the spots that are itching. Little Micheal is trying to help me, but he gets bored too easily, and doesn’t know how to get the big pieces off, just the little ones. Oh well.

Anybody else know how to get the layers off?

Bully

We have a bully living in our house.

I didn't know he was a bully at first. It took a little while for his true colors to finally emerge. But, this past week, I have officially seen the error of his ways.

Last week I noticed that his friend didn't feel very well, but I didn't think it would be so bad. Then, I woke up one morning and found that he hadn't survived the night.
Knowing that my child would notice if there was a friend missing from our house, I decided to replace the fallen friend with a similar friend.
The only problem was that the bully didn't like the new friend.
So, he picked on him and picked on him and wouldn't let him eat, and three and a half hours later, our newest friend was no longer among the living. I guess when the bully decided that he didn't like the new friend, he didn't take any time to execute his decision.

I wasn't really ready to discuss the topic of death with my child yet, but I guess the bully decided for me.

Poor little goldfish.


Update:
Yesterday afternoon, we had another loss in the family. Another one bites the dust... so today we'll get two different fish, I guess...