Monday, August 22, 2005

Ramblings

The hubby is currently playing Call of Duty. The sound of gunfire is SOOOO romantic. I can't play first person shooters. I get extremely motion sick. SO, I'm stuck with Animal Crossing. I am SO addicted to that game. BELLS, BELLS, BELLS - must have bells.


I just got back from the first parent teacher conference of the year. AAAAARGH! We have a great school system, but there just aren't enough class choices!!!!! Will my daughter be ready for college? I really worry about it.
The last two lines of this make me laugh.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Branson and back

I left July 28 going to Branson MO with my husbands family. It total we were a party of nine. First let me say this- I had managed to go my entire life without going to Branson until last summer when the yearly family vacation was instituted. ( I was not thrilled last year) You can imagine my suprise when it actually DIDN'T suck. Seriously.

This year we went to Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede. It's sorta like Medevial Times with hoop skirts and chicken chases. Other than the walking past the horse stalls to get into the arena it was fun. We also spent the day in Silver Dollar City. I am a huge coaster fan so it ended up being a pretty fun day. They have 3 coasters. The newest it the Powderkeg. FUN!

The best part-my hubbie has never voluntarily ridden a real coaster. He accidentally ended up on Space Mountain when he was 8-his father SWEARS that they weren't buckled in. Whatever.
He road a kiddie one with our daughter at the fair (he did NOT enjoy it). But that is his entire coaster experience. WE GOT HIM ON THE WILDFIRE at SDC. We were strapped in and our daughter leans over and says "Daddy, it has three loops." WHEEEEEE! He was a tad pale after we got off. We managed to talk him into riding the Powderkeg later in the day. He won't admit it yet, but I think he liked them.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Airports

I dropped a relative off at the airport today. It's funny how you develop a sense of community with the other people either waiting for someone to leave or arrive. Strange.

I feel terrible, but I was so thankful for the time alone on the ride home. My daughter has had someone over almost EVERY day since school let out or we've been gone on one trip or another or we've had family here. I felt like my brain was going to implode.

I was an only child so maybe that's affected my outlook. I NEED to be by myself sometimes. Almost as much as air.

We (my husband and I) had talk last night with our daughter. She's suddenly realized that we aren't the greatest company for a teenager. She's either gone, asking to go somewhere or there are people (teenage people) here almost 24/7. Her exact words " I don't want to be here". We apparently suck, who knew? We were under the impression that we were some of the cooler-not-as-crazy parents. We were mistaken. She's actually a pretty good kid, as are most of her friends so we really can't bitch too much. Maybe I should call and apologize to my mom. I was NOT a pretty good kid, why didn't she kill me when she had the chance?

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Random Thoughts

I watched the season premiere of Laguna Beach last night with my daughter and one of her friends. She was on the phone with another of her friends also.

She watched the show faithfully last year and has definite opinions regarding the kids on the show. (She can't stand Christin, Steven is an idiot etc) I watched intermittently last season with her in an attempt to keep myself as some kind of presence in her life.

Back to last nights show- I need an aspirin.

The scene with the two girls shopping in Dior and purchasing a 600$ pair of shoes. The limo ride to the BOWLING ALLEY!! The girl (she's a Sr. in high school) inviting her date to sleep over at her house. WTF!?!?!?!?!?

I need to lie down just thinking about it again.

New Frontier

Ok, this is new territory for me. So be kind. Don't point and laugh.

I'm already kinda addicted to blogs in general. I like the idea that people are out there randomly sharing thoughts etc. Does starting one of my own make some kind of narcissist ?

Ok. Well, here we go.