Yeeeeshhhh.
Where has the time gone? Can't believe it's been over 2 weeks since I've written here.
Let's see. What's happened in the last 2 weeks. Nuthin'. A big ole buncha nuthin'.
Oh, I got it. We went camping for a few days. Well, it wasn't really camping, it was more like living in a really nice cabin--with running water and an inside bathroom. Thankyoubabyjesusforsparingmehavingtosleeponrocksandpeeinthewoods.
My parents and my sis and her little boy joined us for lunch on the 2nd day we were there. It was a "pre" celebration for my nephew's birthday which means we got to eat ice cream first!
He is 3 years old now. Why not celebrate by eating ice cream before the meal for a week (or so)? Life is entirely too short.
If you have not tried Blue Bell's Southern Hospitality ice cream, do it NOW! It is wonderful. Homemade vanilla ice cream with roasted pecan pieces, chunks of pineapple and ribbons of strawberry swirly stuff. Rachael Ray would "YUM-O" herself to death over this ice cream.
After eating the "pre" celebration ice cream *YUM-O*, we headed over to the picnic area for a barbeque. Did I mention that it was hotter than southern torment that day? It was...so we lit a fire to some charcoal that would hold heat for 8+ hours. I know. Smartness runs in our family like that. Hubby and I grilled our little bo-hunkus's off. We grilled taters, burgers, hot dogs, sausage, onions, peppers, buns, and a pinky finger (totally by mistake). I even put tea in a kettle to brew over the hot coals. Felt like Laura Ingalls' mom.
After lunch, we all went back to the cabin and let the kids change into their swimsuits. (We did not wait one hour after eating because it was vacation and we were living dangerously. Besides, I'd already grilled my pinky. Stomach cramps would have been cotton candy in comparison.)
We put 60 SPF sunscreen on the kids and I even slathered some across the bridge of my nose and cheeks. We headed out to the lake. Hubby drove Mom and Dad to the beach area in his truck. Me, Sis and the kids hoofed it. We beat them there because Sis is the queen of shortcuts. Makes no difference to her if she stomps right through poison ivy. She's not allergic to it.
Sis talked the whole way over about how her son absolutely hated sand and how he probably wouldn't want to get in the lake because that much water would scare him. Well little sister, she dudn't know every dang thing.
Me and nephew and son built the finest sand castles that place has ever seen. Guaranteed by a park ranger. He said so himself. You have to believe him. He wears a badge. And Bill Dance sunglasses. Respect his authority.
Next thing you know, my nephew decides that it's time for swimming, except he kinda forgot to take his shoes off. That's not entirely his fault though. His "Mother" (say it like Christina should have said it to Joan Crawford) should have never let him wear his brand new athletic shoes to play in. She should have let him wear his $3 flip flops that I bought him the weekend before.
Anyways, he got in the lake and had a ball. He filled his big old sand pail up with water and dumped it over his head. Then he filled it up and dumped it over Son's head. Then he dumped water over my head. Then he filled it up and dumped it over an old biker chick's head. She was tanning...or something. Her hubby (?) got a kick out of that. I think she would have been pissed off if she thought I had done it, but she couldn't get mad at a toddler. She definitely took it better than I thought she would.
My Dad? He laughed his ass off and hollered out "way to go Tiger. Next time, aim for the bikini". I was completely caught off guard by that. He's usually so meek and mild out in public. My mom was shocked. Hubby laughed his butt off with Dad. Mom was sorta embarrassed for a little while. It didn't help when Hubby whispered to Mom to watch that Dad didn't ask the Dr. for viagra next time he goes to the doctor. Gah!
Sis was having a silent stroke by that time. Bless her heart. She wants a perfect child 100% of the time. It's just not possible. Asking for perfection from a 3 year old is like nailing jello to a tree. Ain't gonna work out real good. Besides, the kid has character. He IS a character and I love him dearly.
Sis made nephew apologize to the biker lady. He walked over to her and plopped down in the sand right next to her and told her he put water on her yellow hair and he was sowwy and he loved her, okay? Then he asked the biker lady if she still loved him and was she all better? Precious to the nth degree.
According to Sis, it was time to head back to the cabin n-o-w!! (She was so red in the face. I thought she was blistered by the sun. She was just embarrassed.) Nephew needed to shower all the sand off so they could head back home. (Oh the places he had sand!)
We all climbed in the back of Hubby's truck like good little rednecks, including Dad. I think he was just having a really good time and acting silly with us. Sis says that Mom probably wouldn't let him ride "up front" with her after the bikini remark. Heh. Good one, Dad. Next time, maybe we'll skip the beach and just ride around in the boat.
Yessiree. Look for us on the Jerry Springer show soon.
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