Welcome! So, this is it guys, my third attempt at doing a blog. Let's see if I can keep this one going, I might just have to throw it's link around so people find it. First off, I just got back from vacation. The husband and I drove up to Ohio after I got out of work the night of the 10th. After a few breaks for sleep, two cups of bad coffee, and an energy pill, we arrived in Ohio at 11 in the morning.
Day One: Now, most normal people would try to at least nap for as long as you could. Not us, we stayed up all day, dragging our feet and going a little crazy. I was so tired at one point, I called my dad [who never answers the phone when I call the first time] and left an elaborate message about a hitchhiker who wanted to duel me with pocket knives after he had killed my husband, and after the duel [which I won] I left him and my dead husband behind.
Then my brother showed up, there was some laughing involved, but what the joke was I don't know. [It's hard to remember what you did last week.] Then dad came home to shower and we headed off to Hometown Buffet for dinner. I picked at the good stuff, avoided anything that looked like it was still bleeding, and then headed for the dessert counter. I filed my tiny little bowl high with swirl ice cream covered with strawberry topping, hot caramel, and hot fudge. It was mostly melted by the time I got back to my table and had a huge sugar rush where I ranted and raved about the actors of Twilight and how if they've ruined the next movies by breaking up, I'm going to be quite pissed. [This conversation worried my brother seeing as how I was waving around a butter knife while giving my speech.]
We headed home and crashed around 9 pm. Well we being my husband, my brother, his wife, and myself. Mom and Dad stayed up pretty late hanging out with the neighbors across the way.
Day Two: For some reason, whenever we are all together, we wake up at 6 in the morning like it's the most natural thing to us. When in actuality, most of the time we don't get up before 9 a.m. Dad made the best breakfast burritos, and then we continued with the great plan of Rock Band.
It was mostly a day of relaxation and hanging out with everyone. My brother, my husband, and I created a band called Porch Monkies. Now, if any of you have ever seen Clerks 2, you'll know where this came from. [If you haven't, I seriously suggest wiki-ing it.] Then we headed to the store in my brother's new car which he named Megan, after Megan Fox. [Yet again, if you don't know her, wiki her.] We picked up some smirnoff's, and coke, and headed back home where barbecue was waiting for us. My parent's neighbor Aristo, made some awesome barbecued chicken. That coupled with my mom's awesome Potato Salad, just made my day.
We stayed up playing a little bite more Rock Band and then headed to bed.
Day Three: The next day, after my brother made this egg and sausage skillet, we headed off to Sandusky to have a good time near Cedar Park, which is what Sandusky is known for. We stopped at this cute mini-golf place where we got this package deal: 36 holes of mini golf, 2 rides on the go cart tracks, 2 tokens, bumper boats, and a repeat attraction. Well, we started off with the first 18 holes of mini golf and half way through it we got bored. We had more fun standing near the tiny houses taking pictures than we did playing mini golf. Eventually, we stopped putting and threw our balls in the hole, or lied about how many strokes it took.
Next stop, the go cart track. Let me tell you know, our family did not follow the rule of "No Reckless Driving". There were two crashes that involved my brother and his wife, one crash where after my husband attempted to be a bad ass I hit him in the side, and alot of cutting people off. First rule of go cart racing, the break peddle does not exist. If you use it, then you're a pussy. Family motto right there.
Then a few of us went on the bumper boats, where my brother rammed me so hard a ton of water came in my boat and soaked my butt. Thank god I hadn't shorted my phone out. It was alot of dizziness, but fun all around.
We didn't make it to the last 18 holes of mini golf, well obviously after the first round we didn't even make it through, and the lady let us turn it in for a 6 tokens. We all played them on the game "Deal or No Deal" and the only ones who made out were Mom and Sedeana [my sister-in-law].
After we claimed our prizes, we headed to Coldstone where they mix your ice cream flavors by hand. I watched them actually need bits of brownie into my brothers Chocolate Chocolate Mint Chip ice cream, followed by a ribbon of hot fudge, and chocolate chips. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
Then we headed to the fireworks emporium super store. Which, yes it was filled to the brim with all different types of fireworks, however, it was insanely overpriced. Like a pack of good sparklers was 4 bucks, any other place it would have been like a $1.50. We left with a few boxes of cheap sparklers, chinese snappers, and a weird snake thing that I have yet to light. I thought it'd be interesting, and fun to harass my mother with because she loathes snakes, deathly affraid of them.
Then we headed to a piercing and tattoo parlor. I'm not sure why, or how it lead to being there, but we went there. Mom wanted to get her horribly botched tattoo dedicated to grandma fixed [and it looks super awesome now. I can tell it's actually supposed to be a butterfly sitting on a sun flower.] and Sedeana wanted to get another tattoo. She picked out this tribal design with an orange and gold butterfly sitting in the center. She told the lady that she wanted it on her right wrist just above her hand. Well things started off good, the girl was a little flustered because she had just gotten there from a two day trip from Phoenix. So she starts, and you know how they wipe away the excess ink to see where they have been and where they are going, well she used the wrong napkin to wipe it away. So used the one with the alcohol on it, and wiped the the trace away. So her tattoo was horribly messed up, it was tilting to the right, and the swirls weren't in the right place. So she gets up and leaves and gets the best guy in the world to come fix it. I'm not sure how he did it, but he made it almost perfect. You can only tell it's crooked when she holds her arm a certain way. He cuts the price in half, and gives her a free ticket to tattooing for life. So any time she wants to add to it, or get a new one, she never has to pay again. That was pretty awesome I thought.
So we go home and I'm not sure what we had for dinner, but I think it was Tequila Salsa Chicken with rice. Or something like that, either way, it was pretty freaking good. My brother is an awesome cook let me tell you. Then more Rock Band, a little Dancing with the Stars, and bed time. We were still trying to catch up from the sleepless nights. [TBC]
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