Welcome to my blog. I sure hope it is entertaining for you. I am so high tech with my own blog. I made this blog so I can keep in touch better with everyone with my blog. I will write on my blog as much as I have time to write on my blog. Who came up with the word "blog"... or "ebay"... or "google"?
To answer Sara's question and get you all of the edge of your seats, hot tubs are fine to use if they are your own private hot tub and not the one at the YMCA. Or, if you are on vacation and you are desperate to be warm, then it is ok to use the hot tub as long as you do not make eye contact with any of the other gross strangers sharing the hot tub with you. It is smart to bring your own bottle of bleach and chlorine though. And when you get out of the hot tub, go immediately to your room and rinse off with a solution of the bleach and chlorine mixed with antibacterial soap.
I've been thinking about getting rid of all the tubs in my house. Baths are gross. You just sit in some warm stagnate water and soak in your own filth. You get out of a bath thinking you are all clean, but really you're still gross. Maybe if I bought some Calgon and gotten taken away I might change my mind. I'll get back to you.
This morning I had two apple cinnamon cookies along with a diet coke. Then a few hours later I had a small bowl of queso with a handful of chips. About an hour after that I had two tacos from Del Taco along with some more queso and chips and another diet coke. I'm planning on eating a crepe tonight from the Creperie.
Hey, remember in the olden days when we used to blog? We had to write up a whole long post about whatever was going on. Then you had to go to everyone's blogs and read them and then post an obligatory comment. It took hours. Then if you didn't comment on everyone's and only a couple of blogs, then the ones you didn't comment on would get all offended because they knew you didn't read their blog that day. It was exhausting. Thank goodness for technology, so we don't have to do that anymore. I wonder if any of you guys are going to even read this? If you don't comment I will know you didn't. Then I'll get mad and unfriend you on Facebook. Speaking of which, when is that going to be over with?
Don't get your hopes up. This blog post is not a come back. I was just too lazy to downsize my pictures so I could email to everyone. And by everyone I don't really mean everyone, just the ones who participated in the ragnar race. Go ahead and lookie-loo if you want though. I may even provide some commentary. Note, this was a 37 hour period and I only remembered the camera around hour 35. Too bad too, because there were loads of things to document.
Kerra, pretending to walk like she was sore when really she was ready to run another 10 miles.
Van #2, I took great care of these gize. You can tell cuz they're still alive. Trent's face is my favorite.
I know my van was pretty worried about how my knuckle was doing. After careful nursing and neosporin, I think I might end up scarred for life.
I would have supported Trent here with his run, but I thought it more important to document since there were only hours left at this point.
Our van decoration.
Wild burros...four of them.
More burros. I didn't touch them because they were gross.
I thought it was about time to give you all a few more excerpts from my parenting book.
1. When your kids get hurt, try to refrain from telling them to "suck it up" until after you get the x-ray results. It's one of those things they may remember when they get older.
2. When your child get his booster and is super sad like this:One way to cheer him up is to tell him he can be the one to let his older brother know he has to get a booster shot too. Totally works, see:3. When your kids get a hold of your camera and take a bazillion pictures of each other, make sure you look at each one carefully before you delete them. Cuz you could miss out on this:
4. When you have an old friend with photo skillz come into town, always take advantage of them by having them spend their Saturday taking pictures of your kids. Is it bad that I picked this one for my big framed one?
Have you ever seen the movie A Walk in the Clouds? If not, go ahead and watch it, I'll wait. You know that part where they are all out harvesting the grapes, then they squash them for the wine? (Here's a clip of it, hopefully you speak spanish) Here's a few points I'd like to make about it. 1. When she took off her shoes to step on the grapes, notice she didn't wash them. And also, when she took off her shoes she wasn't wearing socks. So she was out working in a field in shoes with out socks. Can you even imagine how stinky and sweaty her feet were? And she just stuck those things straight into the grape pit. 2. She had really long frizzy black hair, that wasn't pulled back in a hair net before she started swinging it all around in that grape pit. I know she was trying to be all sexy, but all I could think about was the stray long black frizzy hairs that are getting all tangled up in those grapes.
Maybe they have more sanitary ways of doing things now, but all the most expensive wine is the old stuff that was made back when people use their nasty feet to make it. So if I can't drink the best, then I may as well not even waste my time. And also because the prophet said not to, duh.
On another note. I can't get my bold button to turn off now. But, this is how I got my kids to go to bed and not wait up to catch the Easter Bunny in action.