A really long post about the weekend

A recap from our trip to Houston last weekend for the Captain's sister's wedding.....


From the "It's Never Just a Burp Department"......Cooper must have just eaten too much rich wedding food at the reception and somewhere between Diboll and Lufkin asked for a "throw up bag". That is never a good sign. Just sayin'. He then looked at me and said "Maybe it's just a buhp." Let me just tell you.....it wasn't. And in case you were wondering, yes, I can catch throw-up in a Target bag in a vehicle moving 85 mph. Thank you very much.

From the "Bad Case of Static Cling Department".....About eight hours after the Captain got dressed Saturday morning he said that he felt something in his shirt. He said he thought he knew what it was, but was afraid to pull it out. He reached in his undershirt and pulled out a pair of my panties. Yes he did. They apparently got all tangled up with the undershirt in the laundry, got folded and put away in the drawer, got packed, got put on, and got worn during the wedding and in all of the wedding pictures. He even took off his tux after the wedding and changed clothes for that night's drive. But didn't feel it until we were in Nacogdoches. And I'm sure there are a million jokes here, but I'm not even going there. Nope.

From the "Mom, Turn Down Your iPod Department".... Cooper asked what a "psychic" was. I proceeded to tell him it was somebody who can read your mind, or tell the future or something like that. And had just started into the "but we really don't believe in things like that" line, when the Captain jerked my ear buds out of my ear and I hear Jordan saying things like "It's a friend, a pal, a buddy....". Aaahhhhh, that's when I realized he said "What's a sidekick?"

From the "Are We There Yet Department" .... In case you are wondering, Houston is NOWHERE near Memphis. We drove a total of 1,265 miles over a 70 hour period. However, I can honestly say my kids never once asked how much longer. We spent a LOT of time in the car this weekend and they were real troopers. They never murmured or complained. Seriously.

From the "Do You Really Have to Go or Can You Wait a Few More Miles Department".... The Captain stopped three times for a total of 23 minutes during the first seven hours of our drive. We have all learned to go to the bathroom in the amount of time it takes to fill up the truck. And yes, I will admit that I have unbuttoned my jeans while still in the car and jumped out of a slightly moving vehicle just to give me a few extra precious seconds in the bathroom.

From the "There's Been a Thunderstorm in Texarkana Department" .... I received a voice mail on my cell phone (which I didn't get until right before we got to the hotel because there really is no consistent cell service in the states of Texas or Arkansas.) "This is the Blah Blah Hotel and you have a reservation with us for tonight for a room with two queen beds. Our hotel has been struck by lightening. It has messed up our elevator and the A/C in some of the rooms. We have moved you to a king studio with a king bed and a pull out." Seriously?!? The hotel was struck by lightening?!?! The good news here was the Captain and I got a KING SIZED BED! Can I have an amen people!?!?!? The also good news is our room on that last night of our trek was larger than most. And at that point during our trip, we all welcomed the extra space. Don't get me wrong, we love being together as a family, but we had sure spent a lot of cozy time together. So the larger room was sah-weeeet. And yes, it continued to pour rain that whole night and most of the day Sunday. During our drive home. Across the entire state of Arkansas where there is no scenery and nothing really to look at.

From the "It's a Little Much for a Gas Station in Nowhereville, Texas Department"....Wish you could have seen Jordan, who had put on shorts and a tshirt, but was still sporting her very stylish up-do from the wedding, and a little more make up than usual, when we stopped to get gas and a drink. She was really getting some looks.


Here are a few photos from the wedding. I really wish I could show you my beautiful daughter (who the photographer thought was 18) and my handsome son (who wanted to keep the tuxedo and wear it to church), but you know the drill about pictures of my kids on my blog. So just take a look at these instead.....
The wedding was just perfect. And our weekend was great. But I sure don't want to get back in the car any time soon.

We're home

We had a wonderful weekend.

The wedding was beautiful. And perfect.

We drove 1,265 miles in 70 hours.

We are tired.

I will share all the adventures of our Wild Wedding Weekend tomorrow.

Stay tuned for the tales of puke, panties, and precipitation.

And if that's not enough for you to come back and read, I don't know what is.

Road Trip

Right this minute....

I am somewhere here.....



Doing a lot of this....


On our way to this....
We are headed to Texas for the Captain's sister's wedding.

Have a good weekend everybody!

Headin' to Houston for the Hitchin'

The Captain's sister is getting married this weekend in Houston. We are headed out this afternoon on the first leg of the journey.

Yes, we are driving.

Yes, it is 600 miles one way.

Yes, we are crazy.

Yes, we priced airline tickets.

Yes, it was too much money.

Yes, we are staying in three different hotels. In three different cities. On three different nights.

Yes, we are gypsies.

Yes, I know Houston is just a hop, skip & a jump from Mexico, Home of the Swine Flu.



Let's see.....Do I have everything?


Bridesmaid's dress for Jordan? Check.

Big tux for the Captain? Check.

Little tux for Cooper? Check.

Snacks? Check.

Map of every Starbucks location between here and Houston? Check.

Movies? Check.

More movies? Check.

iPods? Check.

Tom Tom? Check Check.

Chargers for 2 DVD players, 3 iPods, 1 camera, 3 cell phones, and 1 gameboy? Multiple checks.

Face masks to avoid the Swine Flu? Check. Just kidding. Kind of. But I am packing Lysol which should come as no surprise to those that know me well. And, of course, a gallon of hanitizer. Which I always have with me anyway - road trip or not. Go ahead. Make fun.

Anything else? Probably not.


OK kids, hop in the car.

See you people next week. I feel certain there will be much blog fodder collected this weekend.

Ciao!

The dress. The whole dress. Nothing but the dress.

The Captain's sister is getting married in May. Jordan is a bridesmaid and we went to the bridal dress place in early February to get measured for her dress. We ordered it and paid for it in full. And yes, we actually had to pay a RUSH fee in February to get the dress here by mid-April. Ridiculous. But whatever.

This is an actual coversation I had last week when I called the bridal dress place to see if the bridesmaid's dress had come in:

Me: Hi, I was calling to see if my daughter's dress came in. It was supposed to be in by mid-April.

Bridal Shop Lady: Hmmmmm, well this says it was shipped on April 1, but I don't show that we've received it. Let me call you back.

She calls me back...

Bridal Shop Lady: So sorry about that. I had not opened yesterday's delivery yet. But yep, here it is. I have your fabric right here.

Me: Wait! No - what? What did you say? Fabric?

Bridal Shop Lady (insert happy, peppy, sing-song tone): Yes ma'am. Alllll your fabric came in. I've got it right here.

Me: FABRIC!?!? I ordered a dress. A whole dress.

Bridal Shop Lady: Wellllllll..... hmmm.....

Me: We were MEASURED for a DRESS. An ENTIRE dress.

Bridal Shop Lady: This is fabric.

Me: I didn't order FAB-RIC. I ordered a DRESS.

(At this point I'm trying not to flip out because the wedding is just a few short weeks away and I'm thinking Number One: We can't get a dress shipped here in time. And Number Two: Who is gonna be able to sew this dress for us with this alleged fabric?)

Bridal Shop Lady: Oh. OK, well.....let...me...call...you....back.

So I practiced some deep breathing. Sent Connie a panicky email. Threw a small fit in front of Bingmama. And waited for Bridal Shop Lady to call me back.

She finally called me back.

Bridal Shop Lady (even more happy, peppy, singsong tone): I have your dress right here!!

Me: Is it a dress?

Bridal Shop Lady: Yes, it's the dress.

Me: A whole dress?

Bridal Shop Lady: Yes, a whole dress.



So, crisis averted here with the dress. Because we have it. Boy do we have it.

The fitting was on Saturday. It was the first time we had actually seen the dress. And I was relieved, because to be honest, it was prettier in person than it was in the picture online. Big whew!

And Jordan tried it on. And it fit. Perfectly. As in, per-fect-ly.

And I couldn't believe how she looked in it. And I'm not real sure what the Captain will say when *he* sees her in it.

Let me just say, she didn't look 12. Maybe a dyslexic 12.

All that had to be altered was the hem. And even that, was only an inch.

Should my 12-year old daughter be a perfect size 8? *sigh*

She looked beautiful.

I was happy.

Because she is getting older.

And I was sad.

Because she is getting older.