Very long post I will subject everyone to by not cutting.
Ahem. Haven't posted in a long time as I have been on vacation/in budget hell for the last two weeks.
First vacation started on the 11th. We took Granny, the Amazing Jehovah's Witness, back to Louisiana and went to see the baby. I have to tell you about the ride.
We left B'ville at 7:00 pm. The old lady has a pillow and snacks, no liquid though so she doesn't have to stop 20 times to piss (her choice - we're not cruel), she's all set up. We didn't make it to Russellville before she's asking if we need to stop and get gas. The tank was half full and she thinks we need to stop. Now, Nick is trying to sleep so when it's his turn to drive he won't nod off. Every time she asks me a question it wakes him up. Not going good so far.
At the first stop in Arkadelphia, we go to this crappy gas station to fill up/piss/grab caffeine/etc. She keeps harassing Nick to get some food. She's following him all around the gas station with various items she picked off the shelf like he can't see them. Granny has special Snack Vision, so she's the only one that can see the cream cheese filled bear claw over there and has to hold it 2 inches from Nick's face. "Oh, did you see this baby? It's good, you need to eat. You want it?" He swiftly escorted her back to the car, without any snacks mind you.
We turn on to 71 right after Texarkana. Anyone that has traveled down this stretch of road can tell you that it's pretty dark. No street lamps or anything. Your run of the mill old highway road. I didn't hear her doing this, but it took all Nick had not to laugh his ass off/gag her for waking him up yet again. She was sitting in the back seat talking to herself saying things like, "Oh Jehovah, it sure is dark out here," "Oh me, can't see nothin' dear Lord," "Lord have mercy, it's dark!" This went on for 56 miles my friends.
Around this time I begin rubbing my neck because I had been sitting there driving for so long. She reaches around my seat (scaring the shit outta me, mind you) and grabs my shoulder; "Oh Che, you tired? You wanna go sleep? You need to pull over?" Like she's gonna drive us all the way back to Donaldsonville, Louisiana. Again, wakes Nick up.
We take the loop around Shreveport so we don't have to go through Shreveport. As soon as I take the exit, she jumps up in between us, "Oh, we lost. We not supposed to be going this way. Where's LA 1?" This lady, that ain't ever made this drive herself, is going to sit there and tell me I'm lost, excuse me, WE lost. I drove for 60 more miles and had to stop and let Nick drive the rest of the way. He virtually got no sleep but I couldn't drive anymore. I slept like shit the rest of the way but luckily I could tune her out better than Nick did. That old lady, God love her, did not sleep a wink the entire way. We got her home at 7 am. 12 hours. Not a wink. And no caffeine. WTF? I love her and I know she loves us, and she's a great old bird, but never, I repeat NEVER will I volunteer for that drive again. You will just have to shoot me.
On the upside, we had a ton of fun on the trip. We had a blast with his Dad and step mom. We got to spend some quality time with his little brother and his stepbrother. I met his stepbrother's live-in girlfriend and she was really cool. I liked her a lot. She'll be a great sister-in-law if it comes to that. We went to a bar in Baton Rouge with Nick's wilder cousin, Jennifer, called the Spanish Moon. Usually it attracts a scary kind of freak crowd, but on Thursday night they have 80's night. A REAL 80'S NIGHT. I loved everything they played. They didn't play shit like clubs around here or Little Rock do. What was funny about this club is that on 80's night, everyone and their brother goes to this club. So you had Susie Sorority sitting at the bar next to Bulldozer the Biker. It was fabulous. Being down there made me and Nick realize that we want to move down there. Not anytime soon, but eventually. I love it there and I hate it here. I have determined that I only live here and stay here because I work here. What kind of life is that going to be? Being miserable just for a paycheck. I want to live somewhere that I am surrounded by family, be it mine or my husband's and that has a history, a story to tell. Bentonville has Wal-Mart. Woo fucking hoo. Gotta get out of this town. Anyway, the baby was uber-cute but she cried a whole lot. I mean a lot. Got pictures though. In between wails.
Vacation two started the 19th. Got to Virginia around 4. Got to see where Crys works and some of the surrounding area. We had plans to go to the Commodore Theatre for a movie so we had to rush around at get ready. Anyone been to Virginia Beach, or rather, drive in Virginia Beach? Oh my fucking God. Never. Never will I live there, never will I drive there. You ain't seen nothing. New Orleans, Memphis, Seattle do not compare. Hands down, Virginia Beach/Norfolk/Portsmouth/Williamsburg has the worst traffic situation I have ever been in. First hour I am there we almost have a full on wreck. We almost ran smack dab into the back of a car in front of us, who luckily got over in the median to get out of our way. I almost shit my pants ya'll. Literally. My stomach was upset for the rest of the vacation. This happened because traffic just stopped. No reason whatsoever. No wrecks, no cops, no dead bodies, nothing. Ugh. The Commodore was really cool. If ever in that area, I highly recommend going to it no matter what is playing. They serve you food, drinks, dessert while you watch your movie at little tables. If you want anything else, you just call them on the little phone at your table. It was rad.
Nick and I got to hang out by ourselves most of the day Friday by at the beach while Brian and Crystal were at work. We bought souvenirs. We laid on the beach. Played in the water. It was the beach. Friday night we all went out. Nick and Brian went to Jillian's, a video arcade/bar/dance club and cracked out all night playing games and drinking beer. Crystal and myself went to 2, not 1 but 2, dance clubs down the way. When one was lame, we just walked across the hall to the other one. Ladies. Listen up. If you are having self-esteem issues, go to Virginia Beach clubs. You will be the prettiest girl there. I promise. Me and Crys were the hotties of the night. Lots of single military men there. Go get you some. We even danced on the bar! ME! I got up and danced on a bar, SOBER even. It was way cool. The boys ran out of money and cut our night short. That kinda sucked.
Saturday was devoted to Busch Gardens. It pissed rain all day of course. We wound up staying there all day but I did get to ride the big 4 roller coasters. There were a lot of smaller rides that I wanted to ride that we didn't, though. We got a helluva deal on our tickets though so I can't bitch. It was fun.
Sunday we went by where Brian works and saw all the big ships and they were pretty neat. Then we came home and here I am. Boring you with my tales. It was nice to get away. I am officially back in hell however. Budgets blow mad hairy goat dick and that's all I have to say about that. *looks forward to the weekend*
First vacation started on the 11th. We took Granny, the Amazing Jehovah's Witness, back to Louisiana and went to see the baby. I have to tell you about the ride.
We left B'ville at 7:00 pm. The old lady has a pillow and snacks, no liquid though so she doesn't have to stop 20 times to piss (her choice - we're not cruel), she's all set up. We didn't make it to Russellville before she's asking if we need to stop and get gas. The tank was half full and she thinks we need to stop. Now, Nick is trying to sleep so when it's his turn to drive he won't nod off. Every time she asks me a question it wakes him up. Not going good so far.
At the first stop in Arkadelphia, we go to this crappy gas station to fill up/piss/grab caffeine/etc. She keeps harassing Nick to get some food. She's following him all around the gas station with various items she picked off the shelf like he can't see them. Granny has special Snack Vision, so she's the only one that can see the cream cheese filled bear claw over there and has to hold it 2 inches from Nick's face. "Oh, did you see this baby? It's good, you need to eat. You want it?" He swiftly escorted her back to the car, without any snacks mind you.
We turn on to 71 right after Texarkana. Anyone that has traveled down this stretch of road can tell you that it's pretty dark. No street lamps or anything. Your run of the mill old highway road. I didn't hear her doing this, but it took all Nick had not to laugh his ass off/gag her for waking him up yet again. She was sitting in the back seat talking to herself saying things like, "Oh Jehovah, it sure is dark out here," "Oh me, can't see nothin' dear Lord," "Lord have mercy, it's dark!" This went on for 56 miles my friends.
Around this time I begin rubbing my neck because I had been sitting there driving for so long. She reaches around my seat (scaring the shit outta me, mind you) and grabs my shoulder; "Oh Che, you tired? You wanna go sleep? You need to pull over?" Like she's gonna drive us all the way back to Donaldsonville, Louisiana. Again, wakes Nick up.
We take the loop around Shreveport so we don't have to go through Shreveport. As soon as I take the exit, she jumps up in between us, "Oh, we lost. We not supposed to be going this way. Where's LA 1?" This lady, that ain't ever made this drive herself, is going to sit there and tell me I'm lost, excuse me, WE lost. I drove for 60 more miles and had to stop and let Nick drive the rest of the way. He virtually got no sleep but I couldn't drive anymore. I slept like shit the rest of the way but luckily I could tune her out better than Nick did. That old lady, God love her, did not sleep a wink the entire way. We got her home at 7 am. 12 hours. Not a wink. And no caffeine. WTF? I love her and I know she loves us, and she's a great old bird, but never, I repeat NEVER will I volunteer for that drive again. You will just have to shoot me.
On the upside, we had a ton of fun on the trip. We had a blast with his Dad and step mom. We got to spend some quality time with his little brother and his stepbrother. I met his stepbrother's live-in girlfriend and she was really cool. I liked her a lot. She'll be a great sister-in-law if it comes to that. We went to a bar in Baton Rouge with Nick's wilder cousin, Jennifer, called the Spanish Moon. Usually it attracts a scary kind of freak crowd, but on Thursday night they have 80's night. A REAL 80'S NIGHT. I loved everything they played. They didn't play shit like clubs around here or Little Rock do. What was funny about this club is that on 80's night, everyone and their brother goes to this club. So you had Susie Sorority sitting at the bar next to Bulldozer the Biker. It was fabulous. Being down there made me and Nick realize that we want to move down there. Not anytime soon, but eventually. I love it there and I hate it here. I have determined that I only live here and stay here because I work here. What kind of life is that going to be? Being miserable just for a paycheck. I want to live somewhere that I am surrounded by family, be it mine or my husband's and that has a history, a story to tell. Bentonville has Wal-Mart. Woo fucking hoo. Gotta get out of this town. Anyway, the baby was uber-cute but she cried a whole lot. I mean a lot. Got pictures though. In between wails.
Vacation two started the 19th. Got to Virginia around 4. Got to see where Crys works and some of the surrounding area. We had plans to go to the Commodore Theatre for a movie so we had to rush around at get ready. Anyone been to Virginia Beach, or rather, drive in Virginia Beach? Oh my fucking God. Never. Never will I live there, never will I drive there. You ain't seen nothing. New Orleans, Memphis, Seattle do not compare. Hands down, Virginia Beach/Norfolk/Portsmouth/Williamsburg has the worst traffic situation I have ever been in. First hour I am there we almost have a full on wreck. We almost ran smack dab into the back of a car in front of us, who luckily got over in the median to get out of our way. I almost shit my pants ya'll. Literally. My stomach was upset for the rest of the vacation. This happened because traffic just stopped. No reason whatsoever. No wrecks, no cops, no dead bodies, nothing. Ugh. The Commodore was really cool. If ever in that area, I highly recommend going to it no matter what is playing. They serve you food, drinks, dessert while you watch your movie at little tables. If you want anything else, you just call them on the little phone at your table. It was rad.
Nick and I got to hang out by ourselves most of the day Friday by at the beach while Brian and Crystal were at work. We bought souvenirs. We laid on the beach. Played in the water. It was the beach. Friday night we all went out. Nick and Brian went to Jillian's, a video arcade/bar/dance club and cracked out all night playing games and drinking beer. Crystal and myself went to 2, not 1 but 2, dance clubs down the way. When one was lame, we just walked across the hall to the other one. Ladies. Listen up. If you are having self-esteem issues, go to Virginia Beach clubs. You will be the prettiest girl there. I promise. Me and Crys were the hotties of the night. Lots of single military men there. Go get you some. We even danced on the bar! ME! I got up and danced on a bar, SOBER even. It was way cool. The boys ran out of money and cut our night short. That kinda sucked.
Saturday was devoted to Busch Gardens. It pissed rain all day of course. We wound up staying there all day but I did get to ride the big 4 roller coasters. There were a lot of smaller rides that I wanted to ride that we didn't, though. We got a helluva deal on our tickets though so I can't bitch. It was fun.
Sunday we went by where Brian works and saw all the big ships and they were pretty neat. Then we came home and here I am. Boring you with my tales. It was nice to get away. I am officially back in hell however. Budgets blow mad hairy goat dick and that's all I have to say about that. *looks forward to the weekend*